The sun was shining, and the temperature had climbed above eighty-degrees, already making it an unusually hot day. I had been wandering around the city, enjoying the sights and sounds, when I came to a stop in front of a large, imposing building. It wasn’t until I looked closer that I saw the sign for the Slave Positions Brothel.
I had heard about these places, but I had never been brave enough to actually go in. But now, the curiosity was getting the better of me. I cautiously stepped inside, looking around and unsure of what to expect.
The inside of the brothel was surprisingly air-conditioned and felt like a totally different world. Soft music filled the air and the walls were decorated with all kinds of artwork. I was offered a choice of several rooms, each with a different theme, and I chose the one that looked most intriguing.
Once inside my room, I was offered a wide range of services, and after a few minutes of browsing I quickly settled on the more extreme slave position. This involved some BDSM, and I was quite taken with the idea.
The woman who would be my slave master, a stunningly beautiful young woman, had me lay down on my back on the bed and began to lightly massage my body with her soft hands. She then proceeded to tie my arms and legs to the bedposts, allowing her to maneuver me in whatever position she desired.
Once I was securely secured, she lit some candles and began to tease me with feathery strokes. She started with my nipples, tickling them with her tongue and fingers until I was absolutely aroused. My body shivered with pleasure as she continued to make her way down my body, kissing and licking every inch of me until I was screaming for her to take me.
Finally, she untied my hands and legs and, with her help, I climbed atop of her. She grabbed my ass and guided me inside of her with a soft moan. I felt her tightness wrap around me as I moved in and out of her with each thrust. She moaned as I pounded into her, her hips arching up to meet me.
We moved together in a perfect rhythm, each of us matching the other’s intensity. I felt my orgasm build up until I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I exploded with pleasure. I felt her muscles quiver as she came and then felt her entire body relax beneath me.
It was an amazing experience, one that I would never forget. I left the brothel feeling more confident and sure of myself than I had ever felt before. As I wandered back home, I knew I would soon be back. I had experienced pleasure and excitement like I had never experienced before, and I was hungry for more.
