Message-ID: <3510eli$9709011154@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Twighlight Zone 4 by Seurat: Art Critic 6/8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970901111400.HAA15818@ladder01.news.aol.com> If you haven't seen 1a, well, too bad. Wednesday, June 19th After Dinner watching the news, my wife left the house excited. Nobody had won the big Super Seven in a few weeks, and the jackpot was close to sixteen million. Like we were going to win. At the moment I didn't really care if we did win. I was on short time as a plaything for Tara and her friends, and I was filled with mixed emotions. While the experiences I was having were exilerating to say the least, the feeling that I was betraying my wife was making me a wreck. Our relationship was founded on love, not sex, and while I still loved her I could feel myself being drawn into this world of bizarre sex. Part of me wanted the experience and the guilt to end, but part of me (mostly the part between my legs) wanted the kinky sex to go on and on and on. This weeks package was on the pillows of our master bed. White satiny wrapping paper and a big red silk bow. At first I thought it had been left by my wife, but then I opened it. Inside was a wide black leather belt with silver studs and four buckling straps in the back. A two inch strap ran from the back to the front, with what I presumed to be a ball harness midway and another harness for my cock which would lie flat against my stomach. There were also four sets of studded black leather cuffs, a matching collar, and a half-hood which would cover the upper half of my face. I had a pretty good idea which of the women I would be serving tonight. I searched through the box, but found nothing but a slip of paper with an address and a time written on it. It was a place in the industrial district, where the remants of the old steel factories used to be. I stripped naked, then picked up the harness and stepped into it. When I got it almost all the way up, I pulled my semi-erect prick and balls through the hole in the crotch strap, then pulled it on the rest of the way. It was snug to start out with, but getting the buckling straps to their first hole made it downright tight. I affixed the attached ball stretcher, which then made my balls ache, and attached the crotch strap to the belt. With a little help I got my dick fully erect, and began buckling it in place, the first strap at the base, the second strap midway, and the last under the glans. They were too tight, and wouldn't let my erection wane anytime soon. The cuffs and the collar were tight, but not restrictive. When I got the hood on and looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I could have played the torturer in a dungeon in one of those old movies they show on the classics channel. I pulled on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and an old pair of sneakers and went out to the car. I could no longer feel ashamed or humiliated at what I was doing. The parking lot outside the warehouse looking building was filled with jags and beemers, and I felt really out of place. The harness made me feel acutely aware of my genitals; the stretching and strapping made them very sensitive. I found a space, parked, and headed for the only door I could see. It was huge and made of metal, probably left over from the days when the Steel was here. A buzzer was on one side, and I pressed it. A small window opened in the door, but I could see nobody behind it. "I was told to report here." A deep male voice replied, "Impossible. We have a dress code." The window slid shut. I pulled off the t-shirt, then the sneakers and, looking around and seeing nobody, the sweats. I rolled them all into a bundble and stuffed it into some nearby bushes. I pressed the buzzer again, then dropped my hands in a vain attempt to cover my genitals. The window slid open again. "Is this better?" The door creaked open, revealing a long corridor lit by a few overhead bulbs. The figure behind the window was not to be seen. I entered, feeling like I was walking to a gallows. I heard the door shut behind me, but at this point there was no looking back. The sound of music came from down the hall. It eventually led to another door, this one painted with a fancy logo which read, æThe Twighlight Cafe'. A heavy industrial bass beat shook the ground and the walls, and when I opened the door, it made me take a step back. Before me was a huge dance club, but not the type I had ever seen before. Most of the men there were dressed as I was; in fact, their harnesses were identical, and all were barefoot. The women dressed in a variety of sexy clothing, about half of which was made of red latex, with leather being the second preference. It was very surrealistic; the men were obviously servants of some sort, and the women were built like busty aerobics instructors. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of body fat anywhere. I felt very out of place, but the hood hid my identity, and I could blend with this crowd. I went in and tried to figure out who I was supposed to be with tonight. I didn't have long to work on it, because she found me. I remembered her from my night as an art object. She was dressed head to toe in studded black leather; thigh high spike heeled boots, skirt, bustier, elbow lenght gloves, and a mask, all in the same metal adorned leather. Long curly blonde hair reached her waist. I felt my cock strain against it's bonds, and again tried to cover it. "Hands at your side, Alan. I want to see all of you." I complied, blushing a bright red. "Not bad. You could almost pass as a personal servant, if you could control that blushing of yours. But there is something missing." She held out her hand, which contained two more studs, just like those on the leather. Only these were stud earrings. "My ears aren't pierced." She seemed contemplative for a moment, then spoke,"Follow me." She walked past a bar to a door I hadn't noticed. I realized I wasn't noticing much about the club with her walking in front of me like that, the heels making her hips sway just so. A little constriction pain reminded me of the harness. We ended up in a little lounge area with a couple of people in it. She retrieved a strange looking gun-like device from a cabinet and put one of the studs in the tip, which she put to my ear lobe. I felt a sharp pain as the needle was driven through, but it went numb after a few seconds. The second one was worse, because I knew it was coming. Nobody in the room seemed to care, or even notice. "From this point on you will refer to me as Mistress Dana. If I give you a command, you will follow it. You will reply to any staement I make to you with æyes, Mistress Dana' or æNo, Mistress Dana' or any other appropriate reply. You will follow two steps back, and to my left. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Dana." My head swam. It felt like I was drunk or stoned. I could hear my voice speaking, but it seemed detached. The effect lasted a only a minute, though. "Slave, on your knees." I dropped before I could even think about it. Something was wrong with me. She walked over to an overstuffed leather chair, and I followed on hands and knees, two steps back and to her left. She turned, hiked up her skirt, and sat down. She wore no underwear and revealed a well trimmed pussy. "Lick my pussy." My body moved of it's own volition; my mouth opened and my tongue began lapping at her clit. I didn't want to do this, but couldn't force my body to stop. I was trapped in a body that was no longer obeying my commands. "Not like that, you ass. Be gentle, explore, lick here and here. Extend your tongue into my pussy." She began to give directions on placement and technique; how hard or soft; how fast or slow, where and when. My mind retracted into itself. I could hear her voice, but it was no more than background noise. After a few minutes her back arched as an orgasm shook through her body. "See, Slave? It's easier if you don't resist. It's amazing what those earrings can do." Earrings? Of course! There must have been something in the earrings, and it was having this effect on me. My body kept lapping away, trying to bring Mistress Dana to another orgasm. "If you concentrate on what you're doing, you'll enjoy it a lot more." I focused my mind on eating her pussy, and found I was becoming one with my body again. It still moved of it's own volition, though. Mistress Dana had a second orgasm, then a third. "Much better, slave. I think you need more practice, though." "Thank you, Mistress Dana." At a motion from her hand, three women dressed in red latex mini-dresses sat on the couch. Each looked like a model, with slim waists, firm chests, and incredible legs and asses. "Eat them until they orgasm." My body crawled over to the first, and as she lifted the hem of her dress I stuck my head in and began licking and nibbling away. She made a few comments to Mistress Dana, who corrected me, and reached orgasm in a few minutes. The second was even quicker, and the third had me build her up to just short of cumming and then had me keep her there for nearly fifteen minutes before taking her over the edge. My tongue and jaw ached, but I was happy because I had just brought four women to orgasm orally in under an hour whereas I had never been able to do it before in my life. I thanked Mistress Dana. "Clean up, slave. We have work to do." I took a proferred towel, wiped off, then followed Mistress Dana back into the club proper. I discovered that if I wanted, I could disassociate my mind from my body at will, sort of like reading while watching a movie. Mistress Dana could give me commands which I would follow without question and without me really paying attention. I found myself on the dance floor, opposite Mistress Dana and some other attractive women. They began to show me how to dance, how to move to music, how to not touch a women and yet be focused on her, how to let go on a dance floor. Each of the women would make suggestions or corrections, and my body would remember them. They showed me how to slow dance and fast dance, and, once they realized how quickly I was learning, how to line dance and follow anothers steps in order to learn a new dance. I hoped I would remember all this. I looked around us and spotted some familiar people. The majority of the women there were in red latex outfits. A minority were in black, usually leather. A few, however, were dressed in striking colors. One dressed in purple looked like my horse trainer. Another in green and yellow made my feet itch. There were at least a half dozen others. It was then that I realized what was happening. I was dressed in a leather harness, my strapped down erection obvious to all. I was surrounded by sexy women and guys that were their slaves. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt the heat of my embarassment rise from my skin. Mistress Dana noticed, too. "What happened to me?" She looked resigned. "Don't you mean, 'What happened to me, Mistress Dana'?" "Um, what happened to me, Mistress Dana?" "I gave you a drug to facilitate your learning. It must have worn off. Don't worry, it has no negative side effects. It's just that I had only limited time. Come with me." She walked off, and I fell in step, two paces behind and to her left. "Very good. A good slave knows and remembers his place. Now get in here." She motioned to a black curtain at the side of the dance floor. I got in and she pulled the curtain shut, leaving me in darkness. I was in an area about five feet in diameter, in pitch black. I heard her voice over the muffled music. "One last service, slave. Dance as you would if you were a stripper seducing crowds of women who wanted your cock. Be a tease. Don't stop until I tell you." My body began swaying, thrusting, and gyrating like I had seen strippers do it in movies. My hands caressed my chest, my aching balls, my swollen prick. I felt the floor move under me, but I couldn't stop dancing. The curtain rose up, revealing to me that I was in a large stainless steel cage, thirty feet above the dance floor. All around the club were other men in similar cages, all doing similar dances. My mind was flooded with music, and all I could think of was my dance. I don't know how long it was before it stopped. The cages were lowered to the floor, and Mistress Dana let me out. "Very good, slave. You may stop." My body dropped from exhaustion. "So good, in fact, that I was able to sell your services for another night. I hope you don't mind." I looked at her, dumbfounded. "Well, only one thing more. You've been very good tonight, and we like to reward all slaves. Follow me." Again she motioned, and again I followed behind. She led me to an alcove off the main club floor. A figure squatted inside, and I could see that it wore a stainless steel chastity belt which made it look sexless, and a matching stainless steel hood which left only the bottom of the nose and the mouth exposed. I couldn't tell if it was male or female; budding breasts and lips in bright red lipstick would lead me to believe the latter, but the broadness of the shoulders and the size of the hands I thought it could be male. It had no body hair that I could see. "Slave, this is the servitor. The servitor provides relief for slaves and personal servants. The servitor is only here to please. Would you prefer anal or oral gratifacation?" I didn't like the idea of forcing sex on anybody, especially not one like this. "I don't require any relief, Mistress Dana." It wasn't true. I ached like I had never cum in my whole life. "That doesn't matter. The servitor is here to provide relief, and I will have the servitor perform that function regardless of your wants. Besides, I don't think it's been fed tonight, and it only eats cum." She reached down and grabbed my balls, and undid the straps which held my cock. It sprung forth with a rush of blood, and my knees went weak. I made a mental note to have my blood pressure checked because of the way my knees buckled whenever I was with these weird women. Mistress Dana pulled me forward, placing my cock in the servitors mouth. The stainless steel head bobbed forward, taking my shaft down to the root, then began swirling it's tongue and sucking as if nothing else in the world mattered. I came in less than a minute, and shot what I felt was a months worth of cum down the willing throat. When I finally pulled out my semi-erect prick, it was licked clean. The servitor seemed to be searching around, looking for more. Mistress Dana stretched out my cock, and strapped it back in place. "If a Mistress ever gives you an order, you will follow it immediately, no matter how repulsive. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress Dana." She led me back to the entrance. I felt her hand replace the large stud earrings with small, gold and diamond ones. "Now get out of here. You did well; if I ever have to train you again, I'll do it with a whip and rack." I had no doubt I would rather not experience that. I walked down the corridor to the steel door. This night was different; I realized I had been brought here to learn, not to be experimented on. Looking back, I discovered most of my nights were learning experiences. The door swung open as I approached; once I passed through, it slammed shut behind me. I went over to the bushes only to find my clothes gone. My wallet, now empy of it's cash, lay a few feet away. I was glad that I had left the car keys in a hide-a-key in the bumper. My car's vinyl seat was cold against my bare ass. I tossed my wallet on the other seat, and started her up. I was late, and would have to make up some time. My tires spun as I pulled out of the parking lot, and I sped down the road. I knew some back roads that would get me home quicker, as long as there were no cops out. Of course, as soon as I thought that, I saw the lights flashing behind me. There was no way I could out run them. I heard the footsteps come up alongside my car, a flashlight examining first the back seat, then the front. It stopped on my leather harness. "Something wrong, officer?" I said through my open window. The light moved up and blinded me. A female voice spoke. "Get out of the car, pervert." I unlocked the door and opened it. "Officer, you see..." She cut off my feeble explanation by pulling me out of the car and slamming me into the side. "Yeah, I see plenty. If you want to be a fucking pervert, you do it on your own time in your own house, not speeding through the streets." "I'm sorry officer, but my clothes were stolen at a party. I'm stuck wearing this." "A pervert party, eh?" "No ma'am. I was at a place called the Twighlight Cafe. I had to wear this to get in, and when I came out, my clothes were gone." "Bunch of sick fuckers, if you ask me. What were you doing there, anyway?" "I...I was learning to dance." "Dance?" I could here the laughter in her voice. "You can dance anywhere in this city. You don't need to wear that thing." "I was playing a part. Acting. I learned a few other things, too." "What are you, a male stripper or something?" I thought about the dancing in the cage. "Yeah, I guess. But I'm still learning." "Well then, Mr. Pervert, show me this dance you learned. If you convince me it was worthwhile, I'll let you go. Otherwise you get to see how many friends that outfit will make you when I put you in the city lockup." I flushed a bright red, but resigned myself. "Can I have some music?" "Sure." There was still laughter in her voice. I reached in and turned up the radio, then followed her back to the front of her car. She sat, leaning against the hood between the headlights. They way she was positioned, I was blinded whenever I looked at her. I began to dance seductively, as I was taught, my body taking over for my mind. My eyes closed, and I tried to lose myself in the dance. The song ended, and she spoke again. "Very nice. What else did you learn?" "It's sort of difficult to tell." "Do you want your picture in the morning paper?" "No." "Fess up." "I..." I couldn't say this to a cop, let alone a female cop, but it was pretty obvious what my choices were. "I learned how to perform oral sex on a woman." "Oh, really?" "Yes ma'am." "Then let's see if you can do that as well as you can dance. Eat me." I heard her undo her belt and unzip her pants. Again, my body seemed to know what to do better than my mind. I walked over to her and dropped to my knees. She spread her legs wide, and I could feel that her panties were already wet. I moved in agressively, pulling the panties aside and driving her to a quick orgasm as I had done to the one woman on the couch. The cop leaned back on the hood, moaning, her hips thrusting in the air, grinding into my face. The second orgasm I drew out until she finally cried out for release, then grabbed my head in both hands and forced it deep into her crotch. I don't think she was disappointed. She finally let me up. "Get out of that thing." She got dressed. "But...What'll I wear?" "You can tell people you were robbed of your clothes. Tell them the story you told me and they'll never believe it while you're wearing that. I'll get you a blanket." I undid the harness, took off the cuffs and the hood, and caught the blanket that she threw at me. "I'll take that, as evidence." I walked back to my car and got in. The officer followed me home and was nice enough to explain to my wife that I'd been mugged and just needed a good night's rest. Thursday, June 20th The next morning I went out for the newspaper, and sat on the stoop while I read it. It was sunny and the warmth felt good. We hadn't won the lottery, again. My favorite quarterback was retiring and his team had a first round draft, so I had something to look forward to. I had just turned to the comics when I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Under a bush, just to the side of the door. A box wrapped in a bright red bow. I dropped the paper and reached for it. Inside was the harness, the cuffs, and the hood. There was also two video tapes, the first entitled, æSlave to Pussy: One man's story' and the other 'Erotic tales of the Highway Patrol'. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /