My new girlfriend wants me to get her a slave 1

I will try to get through the set up quickly and get to the action. I have a lot of plans for this story that includes lots of action and lots of slaves doing crazy things.

This first chapter tells how our hero meets his new girlfriend and how he gets her to tell him her dirty little secret.

Obviously this is a fantasy story so don’t try this at home. It will get highly illegal.

Enjoy!!

Meeting my new girlfriend

My name is Drake. I am 32 years old, 6’3” 245lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, and generally considered as a hansom guy. Growing up playing sports and a hard work ethic ensured I stayed at top physical condition. When I was 17 I married strait out of high school (with a little help of her being pregnant). She quickly gave me 2 great kids while living your typical American lifestyle. I being an engineer and her nursing ensured us a healthy lifestyle.

It all ended however 2 years ago when my wife and kids were going to visit her relatives one day. An 18 wheeler came across the median and took them away from me. It turned out the driver had been going a little too long on methamphetamines, trying to meet his companies ridiculous quotas, and finally crashed. I was devastated to say the least. I sued the trucking company for everything they were worth. The settlement, combined with the life insurances, I had enough money to be comfortable for the rest of my life provided I didn’t try to buy a third world country.

After nearly a year of sulking and depression I decided to hit the dating scene for the first time in nearly 14 years. It started with friends hooking me up on blind dates that never amounted to much. I tried picking up a few girls in bars but never had much luck with that either.

I finally decided to try online dating. I created a profile with most of my information, interests, and a few pictures. I don’t know if its fate or what but the evening I created my profile I was surfing the database looking at the different girls and found Lacy. Her profile picture showed a black haired beauty with glowing blue eyes, a button nose, and full pink lips over pale skin. Although I couldn’t see her body I knew I didn’t need to. She looked younger but didn’t have her age filled in (I honestly didn’t care). I read her profile noting a dark tint to her personality and a preference for older guys (score one for me). The greatest thing was that she lived locally. One oddity in her information was she repeatedly mentioned the fact that she was “hard to handle”.

I sent her an IM saying “Hello, your profile seems interesting. You seem like someone I would like to get to know more. Oh, and your pic doesn’t hurt to look at either :)”

She replied almost immediately with “Your cute but you seem like your to bright of a light for me. I don’t think you can handle me.” Like hell!! I thought.

I reply “The brightest light can cast the biggest shadow. I bet I’m more than capable to handle you if, your not too scared to give me a chance!” I figured I was taking a chance but what the hell.

Well that’s all it took, we chatted all night and it didn’t take long before the messages got erotic. We decided to play a game were we took turns asking each other a question that had to be answered honestly. It didn’t take me long to figure out she was a closet freak, into doing crazy things but hasn’t been able to do much for fear of rejection. Us being online allowed both of us to speak more freely with these things than we usually would have been. I noticed that Lacy had a particular fetish with domination / submission. I asked her one question in particular that she wasn’t willing to answer, “What is your darkest fantasy? One that you have never had the courage to even mention out load. I know you have to have one.”

“I do but… I don’t feel comfortable discussing it” She replies. I don’t let it bother me and we move on.

After hours of enjoyable messaging we decided to meet the following Friday at a local bar downtown that we knew would be busy. Due to unforeseen circumstances I arrived a few minutes late and there Lacy was, standing out front waiting for me. HOLY SHIT she was hot! She had a curvy 5’3” frame, 34C breasts, and a nice heart shaped ass under a slim waist. She had on close fitting jeans that had several strategically place rips and holes, and a tight fitting black tank top. The dark shirt only made her pale skin that much sexier.

As I walked up to Lacy, I could tell she was sizing me up. Standing a solid foot taller than her I could tell she was slightly intimidated but did a good job of covering it up. I greeted her with a big hug while telling her how gorgeous she looked to which she smiled and blushed. After the greetings we went in and got a table. I had found out from our messaging that she was 18 and a freshman at the local college (majoring in computer programming) so I knew she couldn’t drink alcohol even if she wanted to. I ordered me a light beer and her a coke but as soon as the waitress dropped off our drinks and turned her back, Lacy reached across the table, grabbed my beer and almost downed it in one drink.

“You little bitch” I scolded her. This got me a hurtful but playful look to which she replied “Bite me”.

“That may be a little painful for you if I started doing that.” I said.
“I may prefer a little pain” was her retort. That got me thinking.

We started talking and she quickly got back to our little game of asking each other questions. “OK ask me a question.” She says.

“OK, how about you tell me about that dark fantasy you avoided me on the other night.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable talking about that. Ask something else!”

I think for a second. “Alright….. Spit? Swallow? Our do you let it get that far?” I ask grinning mischievously.

“……..OMG…….. I can’t believe you asked that!”

“HA! You have to answer it!”

“OK OK….swallow” She whispers. I of course laugh out load at her embarrassment. “Its less messy that way” she says, face blood red.