Adele closed the side door to her house. A cold winter's night wind blew at her, twisting up under her trench coat. Even if she had any clothes on underneath her bulky coat this was the kind of wind that blows right through a person and she shivered. Her petite body was not built to withstand this kind of chill. She adjusted her shoulders under the coat. She twisted her hips, trying to get comfortable. Adele blinked slowly and breathed heavily. Her little heart was beating as if she had just finished a workout at her gym.
Was this a good idea?
Her red heels clacked against the footpath as she made her way to her car. Adele fumbled in the pocket of her thick black coat for her keys. Her breath fogged the air in front of her as she approached the car, her chest heaving in small ragged breaths. Her head was a mess of thoughts. Nervous thoughts one second, blissful thoughts the next. All were erotic and twisted though.
In her twenty two years of life she had never done anything this insane.
She turned the ignition and pulled her car out down her driveway into the street. Her headlights pointed into the blackness ahead of her. Putting her car into gear Adele drove her tiny Toyota away from her house. She glanced at herself in the rear view mirror. Her long black hair fell over her eyes as usual, what was different tonight was the look in her eyes. A look of pure animal desperation. Adele felt the satin inside of her expensive trench coat caress the slender curves of her body. Her hips, her small belly, her nipples. She was going to give her body up tonight.
It was almost 9 o'clock. If she got there even a minute too late would she pay for it? Would he punish her in various deliciously painful ways? Or worse, would he not even open his door to her?
Adele's car sat purring at the traffic lights. The radio was buzzing in her ears. She reached her elegant hand out to switch the noise off. Turning the radio off she was puzzled to find the buzzing continue. Her head was scattered. Her heart was racing. She looked at the ring her father had bought her when she turned thirteen which had never left her hand since. It sat comfortably on her middle finger and shone incandescently in the flickering lights of the road at night. Traffic lights, street lights, car lights. A car pulled up beside Adele as she waited at the red. She nervously kept her eyes away from the driver.
Could he tell that she was naked beneath the coat? Could he? Could he read her nervous eyes and tell what her night was about to become?
Adele heard the motor of the car beside her rumble back to life as it sped off. Her eyes had been fixated on an arbitrary point on the dashboard ahead of her and meanwhile the lights had turned green. The car behind her honked and she put it into first and began to move.
"You are pathetic," Adele said to herself in the mirror in a whisper.
Still, though, her body rubbed sensuously against the coat. Adele felt the smooth skin of her ass, the folds of her cheeks as she had never before. She had never imagined something as simple as driving would be so arousing. Adele had Dr Herrington to thank for that.
Two hours ago Adele had come out of a warm shower, dried off, and settled in front of her laptop in a worn singlet and comfortable panties. She had come home from work with a sense of lust and a feeling of arousal. Finding a free chat site through a search engine Adele logged on under the name LilAdele as she dried her black hair with a fluffy towel. It didn't take long to get a reply.
The repetitive clicking of the indicator broke Adele out of her haze. Dr Herrington lived on the other side of the city in a very rich suburb. The arrow went green and Adele started the car again. The good doctor was fifty five, Adele was twenty two.
Would age be a problem? He was almost as old as her father.
Adele thought of her father again. She glanced at her ring. Imagine if he knew how kinky his daughter was. How disgusting. How common and primal she was. It wasn't his fault she was a submissive. Hell, it wasn't Adele's fault either, that was just the way her body and mind was wired. And if Dr Herrington was the man who knew how to handle her fetishes then what difference does it make how old he is? Right?
He was practically the same age as her father.
Adele tried to put the thought of her father out of her mind as she overtook a car going slower than the limit. Her family had no place in the sadistic coupling she was planning on tonight. Planning on wasn't even the right word -- agreed on. She had agreed to be at this man's house at 9 o'clock and as a submissive it would be wrong of her to do otherwise. He was expecting his new slave.
Could she be a slave to a stranger?
It was far easier online. After giving the flick to a few eager males who slipped the phrase "do u have ne pics?" in after the third line, Adele found herself intrigued at the responses from a man calling himself Relic123. This user was clearly aware of her submissive nature, or at least treated all females like this, and was getting through to her. As she replied to this man she found herself squirming in her panties on the comfortable computer chair.
The clock in Adele's car ticked over to 8:47pm. She looked over on the passenger seat where her handbag was. What good was a handbag going to do her here? Inside it though, rather than her usual odds and ends, were her two favourite sex toys, as instructed to bring by her new master. She had selected a butt plug and her leash, which had made this man pleased online. Now those toys sat nicely in her Marc Jacobs handbag. The butt plug was a toy she had bought herself as she did find herself horny from time to time and dropping to all fours with a plug in her worthless ass all night did make her feel insatiable. The leash however was a remainder from her one and only ex master -- Simon, a businessman who had moved to Malaysia about a year ago. Her friends and family thought he was her boyfriend, nobody knew that he was her Master and was using her like a slave dog every night.
Would this new master use her like this?
He would say "bark like a dog" and Adele would obey. He would say "fetch" and she would run on all fours and retrieve whatever object he'd thrown with her mouth. He would say "clean me doggy" and she would lick his balls and asshole with her tongue. He would fuck her and go to sleep leaving her chained to his bedpost to find her own comfortable position on the floor. He would have her go to the toilet outside in the open by the cover of darkness. Simon would force her to cum with a vibrator looking at videos or pictures of subjects that would normally not have aroused her -- films of bestiality, sounds of a voice insulting her, pictures of her sister Lucy. What Simon said, Adele did. The thought of her old master flooded Adele's shaved pussy, moistening her trench coat, but also brought her to the edge of tears. Her chest swelled up and her bottom lip curled slightly.
"Be strong," she said to herself into the mirror. "You are a useless slave cunt and you have found another man generous enough to own you."
Unless he wasn't being generous? Could she trust him?
Months ago Adele recalled reading a story in the paper about the dangers of online predators. They would lure girls to their place and abuse them. This wasn't threatening to Adele, this is what she wanted. They would lure girls to their place and they would kidnap them. Adele was happy to leave her vanilla life behind and submit to one master forever if that's what it took to calm her violently lustful pussy. They would lure girls to their place and kill them. That terrified Adele.
"Describe your limits" Relic123 said. Adele replied with an honest statement saying she had no limits.
"No limits?" he asked.
"None. There are things I don't like or want to do, but I believe a good submissive never says no" Adele answered her hand now between her legs, her panties around her knees, slowly circling and ululating inside her.
"Good answer. But tell me what you don't enjoy then so I know how kinky your mind is then"
Adele was lost in her thoughts. Here she was in her car wearing nothing but a trench coat and heels for a man she had never met! This was insane! What if he drugged her and killed her? She wanted a sicko, sure, but not that sick. No, she was sure he wouldn't do that. He sounded nice enough online. Adele convinced herself that she had to trust him. It was what her slutty pussy would have her do if it had a voice. And speaking of her pussy, why was it so dripping wet? She had just been considering the possibility of being murdered. God, she was disturbed. Adele looked at herself in the mirror again. This time she saw the gaunt face of an addict. Her cheek bones more distinct than usual, her eyes hollowed. Despite her educated background and her friendly family support, Adele was an addict. Not for cock, because another pussy would do just fine, or even an asshole; not for orgasms, because she could give them to herself and did regularly; she was an addict for humiliation.
How far would Dr Herrington humiliate her?
Cars were passing Adele's Toyota as she noticed herself slowing right down. Should she go ahead with this she kept asking herself.
Before she knew it she was naked in front of the laptop, her fingers deep within herself. Adele found herself waiting with baited breath for Relic123's next response.
"You are a filthy whore aren't you?"
She pounced on her keypad. "Yes sir."
Her keys were getting sticky from the lust dripping between her legs.
"Where do you live?"
While he was fine with her last boyfriend and master, Adele's father had never approved of her previous boyfriends. Deadbeats and slobs -- apathetic outsiders that Adele had subconsciously hoped would transfer into their sexual life. She had hoped they would be as unusual in bed as they were in society; that they would treat her violently and with no respect, though the Adele of years ago would never admit that was why. However, her father was right, and they were disappointments. They were cowards at heart and treated her gently in bed, with no great yearning for sex, let alone violent fucks.
Adele would never cum from them.
However her daddy had approved of Simon because he had a successful commerce job, and Adele approved of Simon because he treated her lower than an animal. Also, with Simon she came and she came hard.
Adele shook her head violently and tried to snap out of her sexual stupor. She hit the nearest roundabout and continued past the three exits until the little Toyota was heading back in the same direction it came from.
"I want you to be at my house at 9pm sharp," the computer blinked from Relic123.
Adele's gentle heart was beating at double time. Her breathing had elevated and her fingers were still flicking like blinking eyelashes between her pale legs.
Be at his house? He would take control of her and abuse her just like she wanted, but who was he? She knew nothing about this man, essentially.
"Do you understand, bitch?"
She typed her reply quickly. "Yes sir, I will be there,"
Relic123 gave her his address. It wasn't too far away, just across the CBD.
"Don't forget to bring your favourite toys and be ready to suck my cock as soon as you enter my house. My name is Dr Herrington but you will address me as Master. See you at 9."
"Thank you sir," LilAdele replied.
What would she do until nine? She would spend a while getting ready for her new potential owner, but there was more time to kill than needed. Adele dropped to her knees and leant over as far as she could without her face hitting the floor, her black hair coiling on the rug beneath her, and reamed her pussy and asshole with her fingers as vile thoughts of possible debauchery flashed in her mind until she squealed to high heaven as an orgasm roared through her body. She collapsed face first to the carpet and pulled her sticky, dirty fingers across her face as she sobbed a confused, horny, desperate weep.
Tears began to well up in Adele's eyes as she headed home. Was she passing up her only chance at happiness?
She had become really aware of her body. Adele's pussy, her nipples, even her asshole shimmered.
She grit her teeth, her red lips forming a crooked, determined line, as she did a three point turn, almost hitting someone's letter box. Her car purred again as she sped up, going over the speed limit. Traffic zipped past her going the opposite direction. She sniffed through her wet nose and blinked her tears away. Adele even laughed, for a second, at the insanity of this gamble. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"This is who you are, you worthless piece of shit."
Adele silently slipped her car into one of the doctor's private parking bays. She slid her pale legs out of her seat and closed the door behind her. Her head was a shambles. Her legs were rubbery but her pussy was throbbing, almost as strongly as her heart. Pulling her handbag up onto her shoulder she climbed the steps to number 58.
She rang the doorbell, feeling terrified. As soon as the door opened her body and mind were his, she'd promised.
It was only a few seconds but it seemed like aeons. Soon confident footsteps approached the door. It opened.
"Are you Adele?" the man asked.
He was much older than her and almost looked kindly in his eyes. Behind him and beyond the immaculate foyer she could hear the panting of another girl and what sounded like a dirty movie playing. Sounds of flesh being hit or spanked faintly echoed from the distance. She shifted the weight on her feet.
"Yes sir."
"You understand what being here means?"
"Yes sir."
"Good girl. Take off your coat, get on your hands and knees and come inside, won't you dear slave?"
Adele unbuttoned her coat, fumbling with the buttons, dropped it to the floor before dropping to the floor herself. On all fours she though, this is it, this is the end of Adele and the start of slave life. Good or bad, this is where she belonged.
She crawled into her master's house, her round, upturned ass cheeks wiggling. Her hair fell in her face and her breasts swung beneath her dainty body. Adele opened her mouth wide, her little pink tongue stretching out as an invitation into her throat.
Dr Herrington closed the heavy door behind her.
Daddy was going to be so proud of her choice of man.
