Angie’s slave experiment

Angie had always liked pleasing men, and had made very many men (and women) extremely happy in her life. People like to do many things, Angie’s thing was sex. Angie knew life was short, and she wanted to do and try everything there was to do.

Angie was (and is) a beautiful woman, dark skin without a tan, long & straight brunette hair, and pretty green eyes. These were great accents on a knockout body: not tall, not skinny, but with perfect breasts with small brown nipples (which were almost always erect), an excellent firm heart-shaped butt, and a perfect small pussy.

Angie had always been titillated by the thought of being a sex slave. She had read stories about the roman slaves who served their masters and friends, she had read stories of the Chinese slaves in early America that were bought and sold as sex toys, Angie wanted a taste of this action. She wanted it bad.

Taking a chance, Angie answered a personal ad and arranged to meet a man (a potential master named Paul) at a local restaurant for breakfast. She wore a thin cotton sun dress, thong panties, and a pair of sandals. Angie could wear a burlap bag and make it look fabulous, she was a knockout in this outfit.

Paul was a large muscular good looking man. They sat at one of the outside tables since it was a beautiful day. He spared no time and immediately told Angie that if she was to be his slave for the day, she was to do exactly as he said, all day long, starting now. He continued to say that if she gave any answer other than “yes master”, he would leave now and her opportunity would be lost.

Angie thought for a moment and responded “yes master”.

“Very good” Paul replied. They ate a light meal and as they drank coffee and waited for the waiter to bring the check Paul said “Angie, take off your dress”

It was a public place, not crowded but still a lot of people were sitting at nearby tables enjoying their breakfast. Angie hesitated only a moment then said “ yes master”. She lifted her butt off of the seat and was able to pull her dress over her head, exposing her perfect breasts and gorgeous brown skin. She sat back there, her face turning red from embarrassment . To her surprise, no-one seemed to notice.

The waiter returned, Paul held out a $50 dollar bill and told him to keep the change. The waiter could only stare at Angie’s shapely breasts and small brown, and very erect nipples.

“Let’s go” Paul said, dropping the $50 on the table. He took Angie’s hand and pulled her up from her chair. Putting his arm around her waist he walked her to the sidewalk where (thankfully for Angie) his van was parked. The waiter just stared, mouth open, as Angie’s perfect heart shaped ass walked away from him and jumped into the van.

Once in the van, Paul instructed Angie to lie on her back and lift her legs. He took a ‘spreader bar’, a flat metal bar, with brackets on either end fer her ankles and two smaller brackets towards the center for her wrists. He wrapped Angie’s ankles with a soft elastic material and then clamped the two end brackets around her ankles, he did the same to her wrists and clamped them too: not tight, but firm. There was no escaping.. Angie was on her back, legs spread, nude except for her thong panties and sandals.

Paul gently turned her over on her knees and she realized how vulnerably she was positioned: Her ass in the air, her arms stretched straight on the floor back towards her ankles, her face pressing against the carpet of the van.