Captivity Slaves: An Unorthodox Experiment

I was involved in a somewhat unorthodox experiment involving captivity slaves. How did that happen? Let me start at the beginning…

We met at a bar not far off campus. You were a typical twenty something engineering major with a pocket full of money and a skull full of mush. I said hello to you and watched your eyes widen as you got a good look at me.

Although you were by no means bad looking, you were not used to being approached by women such as I. I knew how you must’ve seen me. Tall, blond and stunning in a very short skirt and very high heels, I cultivated my appearance. I meant to make men feel like they’ve been blessed by my presence. It always make men vulnerable.

Trolling for Captivity Slaves

I sat down beside you at the bar and asked your name. I smiled sweetly, innocently. I asked a lot of questions and seemed very interested in you. I watched as you basked in my attention. You bought me a drink, but are too distracted to see that I didn’t drink any of it.

You, however, drank several shots as well as several bottles of beer. We went to the dance floor to dance a few times, all slow songs. This is what I wanted. I wanted you to feel the heat of my body against yours, the feel of my breasts on your chest. I wanted you to know the promise of things to come. I felt your cock’s reaction each time you pulled me near.

Capturing You Wasn’t Difficult at All

By the time you take your fourth tequila shot, you’re in love with me, or rather, you’re in love with the idea of what you thought you saw; a beautiful, intelligent girl that seems to only have eyes for you. You were clearly flattered and somewhat overwhelmed by the attention.

This is what I was aiming for. You were well on your way to becoming one of my captivity slaves by then. The last time on the dance floor, I made it clear that I was ready to move us to the next level. By this time you have drank so many shots that I had only so much time to get you outside and in my car before you were no longer able to move on your own. I managed to get you settled in the front seat of my car just minutes before you passed out.

As we do with all our captivity slaves, when I got you back to my basement, I got my friend and partner to help me move you in. We laid you on a very comfortable bed and secured your arms and legs to the bed posts with velvet covered handcuffs.

We also totally undressed you, discussing the fact that you were a good choice for a test subject. Our experiment was not meant to harm or frighten. Our experiment was meant to prove that sexual pleasure can be derived under any circumstances. And I knew that I will get the result I’m expecting. I always did. All we had to do was wait.

Finally You Woke Up For the Experiment

It took you six hours to come to and be completely sober. You were frightened and angry at first and demanded to be freed. I assured you in a very calm voice that you would be freed in a few hours. I also said that you wouldn’t be harmed. I then told you that I was a graduate psychology student and this experiment was a part of my thesis.

You screamed at me that my story couldn’t be true because you knew that these types of experiments were done differently. It usually involved permission slips with signatures. I nodded at you in agreement. I told you that I knew my methods were unorthodox, but I couldn’t get a true result any other way. Then I told you about what you were in my basement to do.

I explained that I wanted to prove that sexual gratification could be gotten from any kind of sexual experience, and that you were going to help me show this. I asked you if you had ever had any sexual encounters with men in your life. You told me no.

I thought I already knew that answer, but it was good to know I had been right. I turned to my assistant, the one that had helped me get you in this basement. I told him to suck your cock. He smiled and knelt beside the bed and took your limp cock in his hand. Your eyes glazed over and your cock jumped to life. Soon, you were hard and he took it in his mouth. Your hips pushed against his face as you moaned and whimpered.

My point was proven. When he was finished and had jacked off, we untied you as promised and I drove you back to your waiting car that was still in the parking lot of the bar.

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