A story dedicated to Victoria. Whose original idea this was!

Sammy was 21 years old, a fresh faced woman originally from Western Europe, Now living in London because of her high ranking work as a Lawyers Advocate. Her private life was much less rewarding though. She longed to be the willing slave of a fair but demanding Master. Her Head was full of unfilled fantasies. She stood 5'10" tall her demure figure accentuated by her 38 C prominent breasts. In her office she ruled with an iron hand, oh how she wished for that iron hand to spank her in the privacy of her home.

Whilst trying to ease the pent up tensions she always felt when she arrive home to her empty lifeless private existence, recently she had taken to trawling the adult sites specializing in Dominated women. There at least she was able to identify with the need to be used by a superior man.

Yesterday, her veil had almost slipped as she had been chatting in a chat room with a man who seemed to be the ideal solution to her needs. When the conversation turned to a more private chat in the one to one rooms, she had given him her mobile number. All day today she dreaded the thought this stranger ringing her up at work and demanding she do something dangerous that could lead to her being sacked.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, when she had reached home without that dreaded but exciting call coming. She turned to make herself a hot cup of coffee, when the mobile phone began to ring. Without thinking she answered, A Voice said "Samantha, that is you, isn't it Samantha?"

Something about the way he said her name caused electric pulses to rush from every part of her body all heading directly in to her clitoris. Her voiced trembled as she replied "Yes, this is Samantha! To whom am I speaking?"

"You forgot me already, Samantha, I am shocked. Only yesterday you gave me this number to take you to subs paradise!" the sultry voice said.

"OH Ray it's you, I was not expecting a call so soon, besides I have only just heard your voice for the first time. How was I supposed to recognize a voice I have never heard?" she asked.

The voice said "Do you really want me to take you to paradise? Can you honestly tell me that the quiver in your voice and the dampness spreading through your cunt at this very moment are not telling me you want me to take you there?" "I am here in Chelsea right now, all I need is your address and I will transport you beyond your wildest dreams!" he continued. Before she knew what had happened she gave him her address. "See you in fifteen" was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead.

She sat down before her shaking legs collapsed beneath her. Had she really just given this stranger she barely knew her address so willingly. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.

As if with a mind of their own, her feet steered her to the front door, her arms belied her worries and reached out opening the door. Ray stepped in and closed the door behind him. He slowly scanned every inch of the female form stood before him. "Come" he said as he turned past her and on into the living room. Silently and as if her will had deserted her she meekly turned and followed him.

He pointed to a door leading off of her living room and without having to say a word, she said "Bathroom". He pointed to a different door, "kitchen" came her reply. He walked up to the last remaining door and paused, she gulped before answering "Bedroom".

He opened the door and walked in, then turning to her he called "Here Bitch!" again she meekly followed him into the room. Again looking her over he said "that won't do, too dowdy. Strip!" Her eyes lowered to the floor as instinctively her hands went to the zip behind her neck. In a trance like state she removed her dress.

"Come on I Said Strip" He commanded. Her hands went to her silk half slip and lowered it to her knees, it freely fell the rest of the way to the floor. His eyes never left her as he stood tapping his fingers on her bedside cabinet. She reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra, dropping her hands the bra slid down her arms and fell away. The tapping increased like a Latin rhythm only it seemed much much louder in her head, her hands went to her panties and slowly lowered them down to her knees. Once they were over her knees they too fell to the floor. She now stood stark naked in front of a man she had met only moments before, yes they had talked for over two hours yesterday but that was with safety of the computer between them.

He stepped forward and immediately placed his hand on her right breast, slowly feeling for the aroused nipple. Which when he located it he squeezed between his finger and thumb. She winced but said nothing, so he sharply twisted her nipple; again she winced but remained silent. This time he tugged her nipple towards himself and a small moan escaped her lips. "Where do you keep your underwear?" he demanded. She pointed to the bottom drawer of a cabinet to the right side of her bed. He walked over to it opened the drawer and with drew a handful of knickers, finally selecting a lacy blue crutch less pair. He threw them over to Sammy. She instinctively caught them. "Put them on!" he ordered.

Whilst she slipped on the panties, he opened a wardrobe door and rifled around inside. He found what he sought a button down the front light summer dress that came to just above her knee. He turned and tossed this to her, she instinctively began to put it on but stopped before fastening the buttons.

He turned to her and said "Well what are you waiting for?"

"My bra!" she murmured.

"You will not be wearing a bra, bitch! So fasten up the dress!" he responded. He returned to searching her bedside cabinet, before turning to her and saying "Well slut where are all your fucking toys" stressing the Fucking. She started to blush and move forward to a drawer unit to the left of the bed, pulling out the bottom drawer she stepped back.

"Fucking useless!" he commented. "I will give you a shopping list of toys you will buy tomorrow!" he added. Next he located six inch high heels and ordered her to put those on. She had not worn this height of heel for quite some considerable time so she was unsteady on her feet as she took her first few paces. He did not seem very tolerant of this as he tried to hurry her towards her front door. She tried to grab a coat as she passed the coat rack but he told her "you won't need that!"

She almost started to say "But I have only this thin dress, and no bra, on!" but his stare made her think better of it.

Soon she was downstairs and bundled into a car. She was forced into the back seat with Ray sliding in beside her. Another man was on the other side of her and one other was driving. As the car pulled away, Ray reached over to the front seat and pulled back a small black bag. He produced from this a black cloth bag and rolled up the sides. Next he slipped the bag over her head and lowered the sides. The bag smelt odd, but she could not place the odour, neither could she figure out the slimy texture as the bag made contact with her face. The bag was then twisted until a hole lined up in front of her mouth, at least I can breath, she thought.

Next she felt the opening of the bag tighten around her neck; at first she thought they were going to strangle her but why then the hole to allow her to breath. Then she realized they were fastening some sort of collar around her neck, this was obviously to prevent the hood being pulled off.

The cloth bag muffled the sounds around her, but she still made out some of the conversation going on between the three men. One voice said "Hope the bitch likes cum next to her skin and appreciates the trouble we had to go to, to grease her bag with that amount of it" She now knew the cold grease slime was cold spunk, that must then be the aroma of stale cum.

She trembled at what she had got herself into. "What's her body like?" a different voice offered.

"Not bad!" she recognized as Ray's voice. Suddenly she felt someone touching her right breast, she tried to jerk away.

"John, Stop that, there will be enough time later!" again it was ray's voice. Then much closer to her ear, she heard "word of warning, Samantha. My friends expect full obedience and your safety could depend upon them getting it" Ray said.

"Where did you find her, anyway" the other voice asked.

"That's the beauty of it, she found me!" Ray answered. "Came chatting in a chat room and then agreed to a private one on one chat. Even could not wait to tell me her fantasy was being made to do things against her will" Ray revealed. The three men chuckled at this.