My Slave

I want to write about a story that happened to me and lasted for about 8 months. To this day, my favorite fantasy is dominance in the erotic game. However, we must clarify something important. Every relationship with similar content is unique, though there are common points. The most common ground in long-term relationships with a power dynamic is certainly the mutual respect between the dominant and the submissive. So, I had been in a relationship with V. for about a month.

We met somewhere, had fun some evenings, at some point we made love, which I can't even remember how it was. But the relationship was improving, and we were both quite good at discovering each other. She had come to my house one Sunday afternoon, and we were gossiping and planning what we would do that night. I had no desire to go out and suggested we play some game and spend the evening at home together. The conversation, after revolving around various topics, turned to my books, of which I am very proud. While giving her a tour of my books, we came across Empirikos and To Mega Anatoliko (The Great Eastern). The idea then came to me to read a bit from the book. If someone hasn't read it, they're missing out. If not for other reasons, because it is very stimulating. I hoped in this way to improve the quality of our sex life. I didn't dare dream of what followed.

Sometimes I read, sometimes V. read, and after a little while, once we overcame the awkwardness, we got into our roles and read without interruption, with a theatrical tone at first, then with a natural tone, secretly spying on each other, we became aware that we were getting turned on.

The atmosphere had become hot, but the bad thing was that we were interrupted by a roughly hour-long visit from a friend of mine, during which we flirted impatiently. When my friend finally left, we went straight to the bedroom. That's when I started the game. We were caressing, kissing, and talking simultaneously about the book and which incident had aroused us more. My joy was incredible when I realized we had the same tastes in our fantasies. She really liked the relationship of absolute submission of a young woman in the book, which isn't entirely clear if it's a result of hypnosis or not, but the heroine is compelled by her lover to do whatever vulgar thing passes through her master's mind. He, a conscious sadist, subjects her to trials that culminate in erotic scenes. However, it wasn't the erotic scenes that aroused us as much as the heroine's submission and her master's commanding manner. There was no way we could withstand the arousal any longer, and we made love.

I consciously tried to be gradually more and more violent, asking her if it bothered her when, for example, I bit her nipples a little harder. I wasn't rushing. I knew I had found the path to happiness. Now I had to enjoy the journey! We made love, I don't know for how long, but the intensity was unique. We slept happily in each other's arms.

The intensity of work over the next two days forced us to talk only on the phone at night, mainly for many hours, as couples do. However, we left hints about Sunday night and promises to discuss in person details that aren't said over the phone. When on Wednesday we both finally got off work early and met, I didn't even ask where we were going and announced to her in an absolute tone that she should be at my house at 7.

And so it happened. The conversation didn't even get a chance to go to our daily matters, and she confessed to me that the whole situation frightened her. She wasn't afraid of anything but herself; her sexual experience was relatively limited and not particularly exciting, at least that's what she said, and I have no reason not to believe her, but also no way to know for sure. At the same time, however, she admitted that the situation, "the game" as we called it then, aroused her a lot. That's exactly what I wanted. I was fishing, starting from the shallows and quickly moving to the deep, the way she thought, determining through the method of initially innocent and then more cunning questions the answers I wanted and which I discovered with joy she also wanted to give, but she needed a push.

My tone at first showed interest, then became impatient, and when the "game" got serious, it became commanding. The scene changed, and it was now an aroused slave in training. After that night, she moved into my house. We both worked a lot, but at night we were definitely together and "playing." V. was a slave to my desires, and I spent all my time thinking about what orders I would give her that night. I couldn't think of anything else. The violence I exercised wasn't serious physically; she ate a slap now and then, but it was more for a reminder of who was the master. Besides, it was only needed to get the blood flowing when "the game" hit a lull to remind us of our roles. V. was obedient and compliant to every fantasy of mine; of course, she often had her objections, but she found the most humble and submissive way to express them; she was now consciously of a submissive philosophy and knew that if I insisted, she had no other choice but to do what I told her. The violence was psychological, and the whole situation was based on the mind. Every night had its own "game," and there wasn't a night we didn't make crazy love; on weekends, it was a party...

One Saturday morning, I had to go to some work definitely around 11, so even though we started in the morning, we had to stop. I ordered her to take a hot bath, to think of me and caress herself, but not to reach orgasm. However, she had to be finished by the time I arrived and be kneeling in front of the bed only in her underwear and stockings, because otherwise there would be punishment. The punishment was rarely a beating, as I said before; most of the times I punished her, I could even say she sought the punishment. It was usually orders that I had agreed she wouldn't execute, after she had begged me and in a submissive tone had expressed her arguments, which, to be accepted as such, had to each begin, separately, with the statement that if my decision was different, she would execute them anyway.

I was deciding whether she would ultimately do what I wanted depending on how much I wanted her to do it. If she was late with her bath and wasn't on time when I returned, kneeling and submissive in her erotic attire, I would punish her very severely. She would be obliged to confess in front of a person I would choose the nature of her relationship with me. That I made her do whatever I wanted and then by my order because that's how I get off, man, she would confess it to show what an obedient slave she is because she likes to be humiliated. Don't imagine there was any chance she would do such a thing to a friend or even an acquaintance. Most likely I would have her call 141 and while the recorded message is, for example, "The time is..." she would talk, or at worst, get a phone card from the kiosk for a pay-as-you-go phone and call some asshole, who didn't know her, but I knew him (hehe) on the phone, but she wouldn't say who I was and there wasn't the slightest chance he would understand who he was talking to.

She knew we were a couple and I respected her absolutely everywhere except the bedroom. However, punishment is punishment and must be imposed; it's part of the "game," an inviolable term. And she had accepted the terms with joy. Anyway, that Saturday, that punishment limited her time. She knew I could return at any moment; I didn't even know what time I would return, it could be in an hour, it could be in five. I actually deliberately delayed it by half an hour (I couldn't stand it longer) so I returned around 2. She was as I had ordered her, but I showed no interest; I entered the room and punished her with a symbolic slap because she turned to look at me and wasn't looking where I told her. I went to the living room, turning the TV on loudly. I knew she hadn't moved from her position.

After a few minutes, I entered the room and announced to her that I was pleased and wouldn't punish her for her posture, but she would have to describe to me in detail what she was thinking when she was bathing, so I could be sure she had executed all my commands. In the meantime, she would have to undress me and lick me wherever I tell her and however I tell her. And because I was bored sitting and listening to her, to come to the living room so I could watch TV on all fours. And so it happened. V. came on all fours to the next room and began to undress me. Starting from my shoes, she took off my pants with the corresponding demeaning comments from my side whenever I wasn't playing with the remote control.

Then she started a blowjob, so the narration was with interruptions but very vivid. The water was hot and she made it as hot as I like it, although she prefers it a bit cooler. But she was obliged to think that I was there. She was thinking of the previous night when I had made her caress herself in front of the mirror while watching her reflection. Now and then I entered the scene and gave her my cock in her mouth while speaking to her humiliatingly: "Look, slut, how it feels to have it put deep in your mouth, suck it all in like a good whore." Then I made her get on all fours and put Vaseline in her hole, and after licking me, to beg me to fuck her. The licking always started from the cock, but depending on the meaning I gave her, it went elsewhere too. After she gave me a blowjob until I ordered her to stop, I asked her how I wanted her to continue. I could ask her what she knows how to do or order her to do what I told her. The menu was set and she knew it by heart.

In the bath, she was thinking about it and repeating it loudly. I made her repeat it: 1. I continue the blowjob until you cum in my mouth, Master, if you want, or on my tits or in my asshole or wherever else you want, Master. 2. I lick your balls, wherever I can gradually go lower or higher, wherever you want, Master. 3. I sit at your feet for you to punish me with slaps on my ass or wherever else you want, Master. 4. I get on all fours and wait for an order, although I beg you to put it in whatever hole you have an appetite for, Master.

She claimed it was very difficult for her not to cum and she was rushing me to let her because she was insanely horny. I made her lie face down and wiggle her little ass up and caress herself. We were both trembling with lust. I spread Vaseline on her asshole and started fucking her, sometimes from the front and sometimes from behind. V. was thrashing and with her hand she was rubbing sometimes her pussy and sometimes caressing my balls. I couldn't hold back for very long after the whole scene anyway, why should I, we had the whole day ahead of us to "play." When I realized it was time to cum, I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to kneel again in front of me.

She licked me and tried to understand where I wanted to cum on her. Usually I came in her mouth, but that day I wanted her tits. I showed them to her and she started caressing them and licking herself, moaning from lust. I shot my cum on her tits and I almost fainted when I saw her rubbing it on them, carefully gathering it and licking it, swallowing it; I hadn't trained her for something like that. And to think that when it all started, she didn't want me to cum in her mouth.

That day we spent with continuous "play." Why we broke up is a long story, but that's enough. I've bored you perhaps another time.