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Gary's erect cock was truly a thing of beauty and, once satisfied, would be the one way passport to her lifetime of captivity.
As Christina was stroking his cock and playing with his balls, he pulled on the leash straddling the folds of her womanhood with one hand and pushed her head tightly against his groin with his other hand.
She opened her mouth to take him all in as he pushed forward deep into her throat. She was happy to submit to his power, welcoming his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth, oblivious to the applause and catcalls of the amused guests behind her rooting for her descent into disgrace.
As Gary began spanking her buttocks, Christina closed her lips and pushed herself forward swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Ever so softly her teeth gripped the base of his cock, her mouth bobbing up and down his length.
Gary vigorously rubbed the leash between her pussy lips and ran the fingers of his other hand between the crack of her buttocks as she maniacally devoured him. The camera placed on the mantlepiece was recording the drool running out of her mouth and dripping down her chin as she bobbed up and down.
"Oh my God, you aresucha good little cocksucker!" Gary moaned.
He began to thrust his hips up and down signaling the mounting tension building up within him. She knew he was getting close. She sucked him harder, moving her mouth faster, her tongue swirling from the base to the head of his cock.
She knew only too well that once he came in her mouth in front of this audience she would forever forfeit her rights as a free woman.
And then it happened. Her palate welcomed his cock shooting jets of hot cum in her mouth. Chloe and her fellow onlookers could hear Gary grunting his satisfaction as the newly minted slave sucked him harder and slower.
As the boisterous assembly of spectators erupted into wild applause, Gary pulled up his slacks and regained his scholarly composure. Christina sat, looking down at the floor, defeated and spent, toying with her leash, her face covered with his ejaculate.
Chloe approached Gary and Christina.
"Thank you, Christina, you have given us one fine performance," chuckled Chloe.
"From now on you can expect to spend a lot more time on your knees with Gary and any other males we may choose for you."
Chloe smiled as she handed Christina's leash to Gary. Christina would be going home with Gary for further training. Gary savored his conquest and his triumph over the younger woman's will.
What just transpired would be the subject of future lectures to his students at the university.
The significance of what he and Chloe had orchestrated together was not so much a torrid sexual encounter for the amusement of their friends but rather a very public admission by a closeted submissive of her irresistible need to be bought and sold by a procession of future Owners.
None the worse for wear, Gary squeezed Chloe's hand and smiled. Christina would soon fetch them both a handsome profit at one of the upcoming auctions.
Life was good, very good indeed!
The End
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoLike others, I wonder why so few people have commented on this story. I see all of Otis’ stories are in BDSM. Not inappropriate, for sure. But when you think about it, these people are enslaved involuntarily under a law that relegates them to the status of cattle, not as punishment for egregious offenses, but because they expressed an interest in experimenting sexually. All because its economic system cannot support its whole populace. So I believe these stories belong in NonConsent/Reluctance. I wonder how they would fare, there.
Anonymous4 months agoI wonder, also, why so few comments on this story, after all these years? It’s perversely hot and beautiful. As with the rest of Otis’ stories, another submissive slut is talked into sharing her secrets, manipulated into a situation where she she exhibits her true self publicly, and is betrayed by her friend, who becomes her owner who will callously sell her to the highest bidder. Whenever I read stories such as these, I relive my own fantasy of my husband discovering what I really am and stripping me, collaring me, and allowing his friends to fuck me, whereupon I become their communal fuck slut.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoHow is it possible, after all this time, that there are no comments regarding this story?
I understand the cruel economy of the future otis has envisioned, justying wholesale enslavemet of submissives. I am not here to comment on the feasibility of his vision or the philosophy of civil rights. Others have already done so on his other stories.
What I will say is that the author understands the submissive mindset quite well. As a submissive reading this, I identify strongly with Christina, wishing I could take her place. I want to be forced to publicly acknowledge my need to submit to others and led through the streets, naked and collared on a leash, to serve my Masters.
