Chapter 7


It was another night in L.A. and I was driving the mistress to the dungeon from
her house in the Hollywood Hills.  She enjoyed having a nude chauffeur and she
also knew I hated to do it.  I knew that there were too many ways to get into
trouble doing this.  When I saw the red lights in my rear view mirror, I almost
fainted. "Just sit there and let me talk" Pamela said with an air of bravado. 
When the female officer came to the window, she did a double take.  My hands were
in my lap, trying to cover my nakedness but it wasn't doing much good. "What the
hell is going on here?" she demanded.  "Lady, are you in trouble?" "Not at all
officer" Pamela replied. "My slave is just driving me around." "It's nice and
dark and it does embarrass him so." "You can't do this lady" the cute policewoman
told her.  "I admit it sounds like fun, but I think I may have to take you in."
"Now officer" Pamela told her, "We're not hurting anyone and I'm sure he would do
almost anything to avoid trouble."  "Isn't there anything we can do for you?" The
way that she said it made me realize that Pamela's antenna was working and that
she was banking on the fact that the young policewoman was a kindred soul. I was
totally stunned when she smiled and replied, "You know, there is something you
can do for me."  "My sister gives lingerie parties and I was going to one after
work." "Her model for the male stuff couldn't make it and I think that he would
do a fine job."  "If you are interested in avoiding trouble, why don't you follow
me?" She got back into her cruiser and motioned for me to follow.  We drove over
to the 405 and down into Marina Del Ray. We entered a parking garage of a
high-rise a block off the ocean and parked.  The officer came back with a police
raincoat and told me to put this on. "I'm off duty now so we should have some
fun" she explained as we got into the elevator.  Pamela walked with us acting
like a queen.  She always seemed to be in charge of any situation.  When we got
off the elevator on the 10th floor, the police lady led us to an apartment and
knocked. The door opened to reveal a room full of typical Southern California
young women. They were in a party mood and were laughing and dancing.  We made an
unusual entrance that silenced the crowd.  When the hostess explained that the
policewoman was her sister, the group relaxed a little but there were still a lot
of looks at Pamela and myself. "Girls, I saved your party, I found you a model"
joked officer Rica.  "I think you'll like him." Pamela volunteered me to serve
drinks for the hostess and she thought that this would be a nice kinky twist to
her little party.  Of course, Pamela had to pull the raincoat off me to the
shrieks and squeals of the assembled young women. Although I pleaded to let me
wear something, I was outvoted by the ladies who were really getting into the
whole scene. I did my turn as a waiter but there was always a hand patting my
butt.  They had a good time making jokes and nasty comments.  Eventually, the
sister started to give her lingerie party and I was able to sit behind the group
of women.  The first items were the typical nightgowns and teddies.  When she
went into the lotions and sexual toys, the mood started to become a little more
ribald.  Some of the younger hardbodies thought nothing of opening a blouse or
pulling up a T-shirt to try the creams or teasing one of their friends by pushing
the plastic vibrators under their skirts.  When the hostess asked for a volunteer
to model the g-string outfits, a buxom brunette stood and started to pull off her
clothes. The other ladies whooped and hollered and she pulled the tiny cloth
patch over her curvaceous body and then paraded around the living room.  The
policewoman's sister then announced that the only items left were for the
husbands and boyfriends. "Bring the model up" they all started yelling and I was
pulled from my seat into the center of the room.  I was told to display the
various jock strap devices and cock rings. The sexual tension was now becoming
very serious when the hostess turned on the vibrating cock-ring and my prick
started to respond. "OOOHHHHH, look at that" a girl squealed, "He's getting a
nice big hard on". "Put some of the heat lotion on him" another one suggested and
then I was being covered with a red lotion that became warm when it hit the skin.
"Blow on it Sally, make it get hot" one friend yelled to another and Sally did.
She moved her head next to my straining organ and blew until I could feel the
heat on my skin. I felt like the only drink of water in a desert from the looks
on the faces of the buyers. Pamela sensed that these ladies were now very horny
but didn't have the nerve to take the next step.  She walked up to me and started
rubbing my thickening cock. "Why don't you show these nice ladies how hot you can
get?" "Give them a show." "I don't think they want to see that mistress" I
pleased. "Why don't we go now?" "WE WANT A SHOW" several of the women started to
chant.  It was the same phenomenon that occurs at Chippendale's and that type of
club.  When you get women alone together, they get worse that men. They wanted me
to entertain them now.  A small dark beauty handed Pamela a lubricant and told
her that "this is what he needs." Pamela opened the tube and squeezed a large
glob on my cock.  "Go ahead, show them how this works."  I knew from her tone I
had no choice.  I grabbed my cock and spread the lotion over the shaft.  Slowly I
started to stroke my turgid organ as I watched the hungry eyes of the women. The
joking had now stopped and I could see real lust starting.  Some on their hands
were creeping up to their breasts or between their thighs.  A few were even
stroking the girl next to them. "Pump it slave, show them how you like to jerk
off" "Show them how you like to cum." Pamela was ordering me and it was
distracting me. I started to lose my erection which made Pamela upset.  I thought
that the ladies were going to see what happens to slaves who don't please their
mistresses. Fortunately for me, the Policewoman walked over and told Pamela that
maybe I just needed a little inspiration. Looking at me, she started to unbutton
her blue uniform. "Tell me slave boy, have you ever seen a naked police lady?" 
"What do you think I have under my uniform?" "Well, slave boy, I am naked under
my uniform because it turns me on!" She was swaying as she teased me while
flicking her tongue over her full lips.  This really got the other women going
again and they started yelling "Take if off, strip!"  The police woman grinned
and started to sway more while revealing her hard body.  She was showing more
skin and it really started to turn me on.  When the big tits came into view, I
got my hardness back. When the blue pants came off and I saw her full pussy lips,
I started to feel the liquid surging up from my balls.  When her hands, replaced
mine and began to stroke the slick flesh, I knew that it was only a matter of
seconds before I lost my load.  The ladies were chanting "Make him cum" and I was
bucking my hips. LAPD's finest was giving me a tongue filled kiss and pulling on
my cock as fast as she could move her hand.  She pushed her full body against
mine and started to rub up and down.  Slowly, she slid down my torso and licked
at my throbbing cock.  I put my hand on my prick and gave the last few strokes
that were needed to finish. The force of the ejaculation shot the white cream
onto the face, tits and belly of the woman in blue.  The audience was thrilled by
the sight of my climax and cheered.  I knew a lot of boyfriends and husbands were
going to get lucky tonight. "Not bad" whispered my arresting officer.  "Maybe
I'll take you home to play with sometime when your mistress is not using you." 
"Now what am I going to do with all this cum on my body?" "Oh, he will take card
of that" Pamela said.  "Slave, clean this nice lady up."  I knew what I had to do
and sucked all of my load off her face, her breasts and her fingers.  I was also
ordered to lick her belly until it was all gone.  I wish I could have stayed at
the party but Pamela decided I was enjoying myself too much.  A sex slave is for
the enjoyment of the mistress I was told.