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A year out of my job and still in an unfamilar city kept me in touch with my ex-coworkers, as they were my only friends. I had not talked with Jen in a while, so I called her and arranged a meeting in a coffee shop to catch up. I had always longed for her, but I never approached her as we had been co-workers and I never wanted the complication.
Jen sat down across from me at the coffee shop. She was average height, petite in build, and very cute. Today she was dressed down, but this was the type of girl that would look great whatever she wore. Even her dress down clothes were high fashion, for example, the cute baseball cap she wore over her strawberry blond hair was made by some Italian designer and probably cost her 50 bucks. She was extremely well put together, and this also lead me to believe that she was out of my league. Just having her come to meet me was quite exciting. We started with idle chit-chat, and before I knew it, I felt pressure on my crotch. Looking down quickly, I noticed her sneakered foot resting on my chair and pressing her heel into me. I looked up to see a devilish grin across her face. She spoke first. "I want you," she said as her smile slowly faded to seriousness. Having always wanted her and never eluding to it, this came as quite a pleasant surprise. "I...I...," was all that I could say as I tried to stammer out something. "Look at me," she commanded, and she continued, "do not break eye contact with me, or I will make you cry," she said as she slightly twisted her heel for emphasis. My seat was jammed up against a chair behind me, so I could not move backwards to get any more room to reduced the pressure on my testicles. I must admit though, that although slightly uncomfortable, I was growing very excited and the experience was pleasurable. She giggled a bit, and then said, "Will you give yourself to me?" This was not what I expected. I had never been in such a situation, and was very confused. My mind raced to come up with an answer. I imagined having sex with her, pushing my penis slowly into her, and feeling the heat of her body on mine. Another jab of her heel brought me back to reality as she asked again, "Will you give yourself to me?" Not knowing what to say, I tried to speak and could not. A third time she asked with another jab of her foot. This time it hurt, with a quick pang of pain in each testicle. I shook my head yes. "Answer me outloud," she commanded as she jabbed me again with a flash in her eyes and a tightening of her jaw. "Wait, Jen, I like you, but..." I was cut off again with another jab of her heel. I tried to keep my cool outwardly, but this was a very strange situation to be in. One last flex of her leg muscles brought tears to my eyes, and I said yes outloud. "I am glad you came to your senses, but I will not remove my heel until you pledge yourself to me. I want you as my sex slave. Please pledge yourself to me... give yourself to me as my property and I will show you pleasures... this fantasy of mine will be reality." "Pledge?" I responded. My penis was very hard now and I really wanted her. I guessed that this was some kind of game and I was going to play it with her. "Yes she said, pledge to give yourself to me. Its very easy, just repeat after me.... I Dave XXX do hereby give myself to you, Jen XXX. Say it." The pain in my groin convinced me to repeat after her, or perhaps it dulled my ability to think clearly so I saw no way out, and I really wanted to have sex with her. So I repeated what she asked. I looked to my right as I was distracted for a second by another customer. A sudden jab to my groin brought my attention back to her. "Look at me, I said, do not break eye contact," she stated coldly with a smile starting to form on her lips. "So I now own you, and you must obey me. Take this wire cable and feed it up your sleeve, down your shirt, and down your pants." She handed me a cable that was coated in a black insulation type material. On its end was a loop like a lasso. I tried to do what she said, but I was moving too slowly, so she helped me by feeding the cable up my right sleeve. Then she said, "This cable is a leash. Not that you are mine, I want to control you and keep you close." I guessed right away what it was for. She told me to put in around my scrotum and penis and tighten it around my testicles. I put it on and she tightened it by pulling on it. It was embarrassing reaching down my pants in a crowded place, but no one seemed to see. Looking up, she took the free end of the leash, and looped it around her wrist. At this point, the cable was just long enough that we had to hold hands. (This was a relief too, so people would not see the leash.) I was surprised the that lasso loop held and did not seem to loosen as the small loop was very tight and the friction held it in place. "We are going," she said as she got up from the table. Pulling me by my hand (and by my genitals with the leash) she lead me out the door and onto the street.
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