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I was nervous as hell. At her request, I had taken off my clothes and set them in a small trunk next to the door. I was positioned in front of a throne-like chair, where I was blindfolded and made to kneel, my hands tied tightly behind my back and my feet locked into a stretcher bar. She had left the room for at least ten minutes while I knelt motionless and silent. She finally returned. I heard her footsteps and I could smell the light fragrance of her perfume.

 

“You didn’t think I’d abandoned you, did you?”

 

“No, Mistress,” was my curt reply.

 

“Don’t call me Mistress. My name is Suzanne, not ‘Mistress’. A simple yes or no will do.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“As I said on the phone, I’m quite different than other professional dominants. Unlike these other women, I’m going to give you what you want. I am going to fulfill your need to be owned and controlled, not merely play at it in the context of a timed session. Your opportunity to back out of this arrangement ended when you walked in my door. While you agreed to this, I think you are yet to comprehend what it will mean to you.”

 

I felt her lift my arms behind my back. She appeared to secure them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. With my arms in this position I was completely helpless. They were lifted to the point that they were uncomfortable, but not painful. Nonetheless, this was an extremely vulnerable position and combined with the fact that I was still blindfolded, I felt very much a sense of physical helplessness that matched my mental state of submission.

 

“I’m going to read directly from your application,” she said. “If anything is not correct, I want you to point it out to me.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

“Ok, you are thirty-seven years old. You are married… what’s your wife’s name? I don’t want any secrets between us.”

 

“Kay, I said. “Her name is Katherine, but everyone calls her Kay.”

 

“You work as an executive for a big corporation… why so vague? What corporation do you work for and what do you do?”

 

“I work for Star Technology, I’m VP of sales for one of their divisions.”

 

“What division? What do you sell?”

 

“Networking,” I answered, hoping this was specific enough.

 

“What’s your boss’ name?”

 

“My boss’ name?” I asked. I felt a hard slap against my cheek.

 

“Don’t question me. I ask the questions. I’m in control.”

 

“Ray Minota… he’s the corporate senior vice president of sales and marketing.”

 

“Better,” said Suzanne. “Now let’s get past these silly little logistical questions and move to some more interesting subjects. When I asked you how long you’ve been submissive, you answered… well, let me just read what you put down?

 

I honestly think I was born a hard-wired submissive. Ever since I was a child, I have been aware of the fact that images of authoritative women in popular culture have excited me. Even before I reached adolescence I knew that this was true. When I did hit puberty, this awareness became wrapped up with my sexuality and has occupied more than its fair share of my sexual fantasies and even day to day thinking.

 

At first I didn’t understand my fascination, but then I discovered that there was a niche corner of the adult sex industry associated with it, and I began to explore it. I dabbled a bit in pornography and then experimented in my early twenties with a number of professional dominatrix’s. This is where I first experienced strap-on-training, golden showers, corporal punishment, bondage, and all the bread and butter activities that you see on websites all the time.

 

To be honest, my early experience with professional dominants left me unfulfilled. It was as if the activities themselves were not at all what I was seeking. What I really wanted was a sense of truly being controlled. I wanted to have an inescapable and overpowering sense of being made to do things by a powerful woman whether I wanted to or not. Unable to find this, I did my best to run away from my fascination with female authority altogether.”

 

Suzanne stopped reading. I couldn’t see her, but it sounded as if she was taking a sip of water. “What do you mean when you say you tried to run away from female authority?”

 

“I tried to quit cold turkey. I stopped looking at femdom websites, I tried to quit thinking about it, but there was even more. My attitude towards women became very disrespectful, it was a very bad time for me.”

 

“And what changed?” asked Suzanne, seeming genuinely curious.

 

“I gave up fighting. I accepted my submission as a part of who I am.”

 

“But your wife doesn’t know about it. Tell me about this.”

“I love my wife. I know it seems disingenuous to say that given that I’m coming to you, that I’m back to a paying a professional dominatrix again, but I do love her. It’s just that she’s a very conservative, vanilla woman. She would never go for this, she doesn’t understand it or even want to understand it.”

 

“But I thought you found professional dominants very ‘unfulfilling’. What makes you think this time will be different?”

 

“I don’t know. I saw your ad and just couldn’t resist calling you.”

 

“This time will be different, Jay. You don’t understand it yet, but this time will definitely be different. I promise you that you will feel controlled. You will obey me, and while you may not like it sometimes, I am the only thing that can satisfy you.”

 

I heard Suzann’s heels click on the floor. She stood from where she was sitting and stepped up to me. My eyes were blindfolded, but I could sense her standing directly in front of me. Her fingers touched the back of my head and pulled me into her waist. I could feel her trimmed pussy touching my face.

 

“Do you like being so close to my pussy, Jay?”

 

“Yes,” I moaned.

 

“Kiss it, Jay.”

 

I planted a very gentle kiss against the top of her shaved pubic hairs.

 

“That’s a sweet kiss, Jay, but I bet you want more. Would you like to lick my pussy, Jay?”

 

“Yes, Suzanne.”

 

“Do you want to lick it more than you want to lick your wonderful wife Kay’s pussy?”

 

“Yes, Suzanne.”

 

“Say it.”

 

“I want to lick your pussy more than Kay’s. I’ll do anything to taste your pussy, please Suzanne.”

 

“I don’t think you’ve earned the right to do that, Jay. What about my asshole, Jay? Maybe I can let you taste my asshole. Do you ever lick Kay’s asshole?”

 

“I don’t lick her asshole. I would love to lick yours.”

 

“Ok, just a taste. Stick out your tongue….”

 

I again felt her hand on the back of my head. She pulled my face into her ass, and my tongue searched out her puckered rosebud. I expected only a brief moment of contact, but she let me linger, and I explored as deeply into her flesh as I could, feeling arousal wrap me like a blanket as this humbling act touched deep psychological chords.

 

She pulled her ass away from me, and she apparently squatted down to put her face on level with mine. “Did you like the way my ass tasted, Jay?”

 

“Yes, thank you, Suzanne.”

 

“So you’d kiss my pussy and lick my ass… what else would you do for me? Would you suck a cock for me, Jay?”

 

“I don’t know….”

 

“Oh, Jay. I don’t like what I’m hearing. Let me ask you again. Would you suck a cock for me?”

 

“Yes, yes, Suzanne. I would suck a cock for you. I would do anything for you.”

 

“Would you let him cum in your mouth, Jay?”

 

“Yes, if you wanted it.”

 

“Better answer. What if I let you lick my asshole, then made you suck a cock, had him cum in your mouth, and then… here’s the fun part… made you go home and kiss Kay… without brushing your teeth or anything… if you had to go home and kiss Kay… with ass and cum on your breath. Would you do that, Jay?”

 

“Yes, I would do anything for you.”

 

“Jay, I think you might just be a fucking liar. But you know what… I’m going to make an honest man out of you. I’m going to give you a taste of what it really feels like to be controlled by a woman. Before I’m done with you, I really will own you. You have no idea what that means, but you will. You think you like the way it sounds. It scares you, but still you like it. I think you will eventually love it, but it will get worse before it gets better.”

 

“I do want you to control me. I feel it happening already.”

 

“You have no idea, Jay. Let’s get you unshackled, take your blindfold off and give you a good fucking to remember who the bitch is around here. Would you like that?”

 

“Yes, very much.”

 

I heard her unclick the hook that suspended my arms to the ceiling. She next unclasped my wrists. I first let them drop, but then lifted and rubbed each of them with my other hand. I felt her move around me and unhook my ankles from the stretcher bars. I remained blindfolded and on my knees and could sense her take a position in front of me. My cock was rock hard between my legs. I felt her hand grab my balls firmly, and I sensed her face very close to my own. She was very nearly kissing me, and I could taste the air between us. It was sweet with her breath.

 

“Of all the men that come to see me,” she began whispering in my ear, “You are special among them. I have chosen you. I play with them, I’m going to own you… really. I want you to think about that as I fuck you right now. Lie back like a good boy and open your legs.”

 

She lifted the blindfold off of my eyes. Her tongue traced the top of my lip and up along my cheek. She closed my eyes with her mouth. Her hair fell around me, and she gently lowered me onto my back, keeping my legs spread wide. With a light behind her, she glowed magnificently. She had a red corset, blond hair, and a black phallus strapped to her crotch. “This is a very small cock,” she told me. “You will learn to take larger, but I want this to be about pleasure, not pain.”

 

With this I felt her strap-on penetrate my ass. I arched my back and moaned as she worked up to a steady rhythm. She pushed my legs apart and leaned into me, her long hair falling on my chest. “Tell me, Jay, am I fulfilling you?”

 

“Yes, oh yes.”

 

“Are you beginning to get the idea that this is for real?”

 

“Yes, Suzanne. I really… oh, oh… I am.”

 

“You don’t know the half of it. You will have financial commitments to me, personal commitments, time commitments…. you will honor them, right Jay?” She pulled her cock from my ass and stood above me.

 

“Yes, anything for you, Suzanne.”

 

“Good boy. Now my kitchen is a fucking mess. Get in there and clean the dishes, clean the oven, and clean the floor on your knees.”

 

I stood and walked towards the door. I could feel the looseness in my well-fucked asshole. I clenched my ass tightly which must have made my walk look funny. “Suzanne, is it….”

 

“Open the door,” she said, “It’s down the hallway on the left. The cleaning supplies are under the sink.”

 

Naked and humbled, I walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t kidding; it was really a mess. I walked over to the sink to get started on the dishes. That’s when I first looked over into the living room and saw that I wasn’t alone. There was a man in there, wearing jeans and no t-shirt, watching ESPN on the television. He ignored me, so I just continued to go about my business. I filled one half of the sink with warm soapy water, making certain that the dirtiest dishes were being soaked while I started washing and rinsing what I could. I was placing items on the drying rack when Suzanne walked in. She was wearing a short, silk robe.

 

“What do you think of my new bitch?” she asked the man in the living room.

 

“Send him in.” With a nod of her head, Suzanne sent me off for inspection. I stood in front of this man, turned myself around to give him a better look, and then remained standing with my head bowed. This was more humiliating than anything that had happened between Suzanne and me in private. My cock hung smallish and limp between my legs.

 

“He needs to cut back on carbs, do some sit-ups, some push-ups and trim his pubes back a bit. That’s what I think.” He waived me away with my hand and I headed back to the kitchen.

 

“Did you get that?

 

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

 

“Good. Finish cleaning the kitchen. Make sure Ryan here approves of your work, then go grab your clothes – they are next to the door to my chamber – and get yourself dressed. There is a key on top of your clothes. You’ll need it to open the back door when you come here tomorrow morning at 6:30 a.m. Coffee will be made, it’s on a timer. Get two cups and bring it in to us in our bedroom on a try with cream and sugar. Ryan goes to work by 7:00, so don’t be late.”

 

“But I can’t, I have an appointment tomorrow and….”

 

“Jay… didn’t you just get done acknowledging that I own you… I control you. Don’t give me any fucking excuses. Be here by 6:30. Oh, and don’t dare fuck your wife between now and then. Don’t even touch your cock; I own it too.”

 

She turned and left, going into her bedroom. She was apparently getting dressed, as I saw her leave her room and head out the front door in jeans with her car keys in her hand. I spent an hour finishing up in the kitchen before I finally asked Ryan in to inspect it. “Kneel,” he commanded while he looked around. He was younger than me, and taller. He had thick blonde hair and a smooth, well-muscled chest. “I approve,” he said. “Get dressed and get out of here.”

 

I scurried back to the chambers and did as I was told. I put the key in my pocket and contemplated how I would get out of my appointment in the morning. I could do it this time, but how could I do this repeatedly. What had I gotten myself into? In the height of my mental submission, I had agreed to more than I really thought she would do. I thought it was just a game. I surrendered myself and she took complete advantage of the circumstances.

 

 

 

I went back to my office that afternoon, and interacted with everyone as if I had just run a couple of errands at lunch. Who could possibly suspect that I had paid a woman to lick her asshole, to let her fuck me, to make me clean her kitchen? I was the big man in the office. Everyone looked up to me at work, yet all I could think of was how good it felt surrendering to Suzanne. She definitely knew what made me tick.

 

I went home that night and kissed Kay. While I hadn’t sucked another man’s cock, I had licked Suzanne’s asshole, and this thought occurred to me as Kay’s lips touched my own. Kay was beautiful. She was older than Suzanne, but she looked just as young. She was tall and thin with long, dark hair, smallish breasts, but with perfect curves at her waist. Her profile showed delicate features and the line of her neck was tight and elegant. Why did I need to run around on her with a woman that humiliated me, that brought me down to the status of her pet, her possession?

 

That night as I lay in bed next to Kay, she rolled over and kissed my neck. This was her sign that she wanted attention. “Not tonight, Sweetheart. I have to get up early.” I rolled over to mask my erection and spent hours trying to fall asleep. When the alarm clock finally rang at 5:45, I felt as if I had just dozed off moments ago. I got up, showered, and headed out the door to run my appointed errant.

 

There was no light around Suzanne’s house. I parked the car in the back of her driveway and stepped out to the back door with my key. I opened the door, went inside, and found the coffee already made as promised. I was pulling together the cream and sugar when I heard noises coming from the bedroom. I placed everything on a large tray that had been set out for me, and carried it with me as I tiptoed back towards their room so as not to be heard. The door was open and from the dim light that filtered in from the approaching dawn, I could see Suzanne on her hands and knees on the bed, Ryan fucking her hard and fast from behind. He was leaning forward with his mouth on the back of her neck. She turned her head and saw me, flashing me a wicked smile that let me know I was intended to see this.

 

I stood silent and still in the doorway, holding the tray like a Victorian butler. Ryan pulled himself straight, clenched his fists at either side of his waist, and let out a huge cry as he filled Suzanne with his seed. I was fully dressed, in slacks a dress shirt and a tie, but I could feel my cock throbbing between my legs.

 

Suzanne grabbed two pillows and positioned them below her stomach. Ryan remained inside of his lover. “Put the tray down, Jay. Come over here.” She let herself fall down against the pillows below her. “What do you want to do first? Do you want to clean Ryan’s cock, or do you want to suck Ryan’s cum out of my pussy?” I stood silent as my mouth dropped in shock. Was she serious?

 

“I think he better clean my cock first,” said Ryan. “I have to get to work.”

 

“I want out, I said. “I think this has gone too far. I don’t think I can do this.” They looked at each other and laughed.

 

“Jay,” said Suzanne, “does the number 555-305-1212 meaning anything to you?”

 

“Uh, yes, where did you get that number? It was Kay’s cell phone number.

 

“Ryan got it off your Blackberry while you were… I don’t know… sucking my asshole, or getting fucked by me, or telling me you loved my pussy more than your wife’s.”

 

“You wouldn’t….”

 

“Shut the fuck up and suck my boyfriend’s cock, Jay.”

 

I went to the bed. Jay stood up on the bed which put his cock at about the height of my mouth. I leaned in, allowing Ryan to stick the cum-covered head of his cock inside of my mouth. “This is what it feels like to really be controlled, Jay. Do you like it? What’s the matter, can’t talk with a full mouth? Jay, I really don’t care if you like it or not. I think deep down you are probably a cum-sucking whore, but it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that you obey me. When I tell you to do something, you do it.

 

Ryan’s cock was semi-hard inside of my mouth, and the truth was that I did enjoy it. I did not enjoy it for its own sake, but rather because I really did like being forced to do something beyond my limits. I was being blackmailed, but I was being controlled, and ultimately this is what I craved. I was thinking of this as the oddly bitter taste of Ryan’s cum and Suzanne’s juices filled my senses with this unique new experience.

 

“He’s cleaned me up pretty good, Suzanne. It’s your turn.” Ryan stepped away and jumped down off the bed. He stepped towards the bathroom without even looking back at me. This left me alone with Suzanne, here ass raised on the pillows and the swollen lips of her pussy leaking Ryan’s cum. I positioned myself behind her and made quick work of cleaning her up. I could hear the water in the shower turn on as Ryan was getting himself ready for work.

 

“Lay on your back,” commanded Suzanne. “Let’s let gravity help you out.” She mounted my face and nearly smothered me with her crotch. I lapped and licked hungrily at her pussy as Ryan’s cum drained into my mouth. “You know,” she said, “If you think that your wife’s phone number is all I’ve got to keep you honest, you’d be very wrong. Would you like to know what was happening while you were blindfolded in my chambers yesterday?” I couldn’t respond as my mouth was completely covered. She knew this, and her question was meant to mock me.

 

“Ryan made a photo copy of your drivers license, took a picture of your car in my driveway… oh and he hid something in your car. You’ll never find it, but we can always tell your wife where to find it. We also wrote down the phone numbers and emails of a bunch of folks in your Blackberry, including your boss, your parents, all sorts of folks. Best of all, remember when you were kissing my pussy yesterday and telling me how much more you loved it than your wife’s pussy… we got it all on video. We also got you telling me how you would lick my ass, suck another man’s cock, and then go home and kiss your wife. I bet Kay wouldn’t like that. What do you think?”

 

Again, I couldn’t speak. I heard the water in the shower shut off. She rolled off of my and lay back on the bed. “All day long you’ll smell like pussy and cum, just like a slut. Go get me my coffee. I walked over and brought the tray to the bed, kneeling and presenting it to her. She put in one spoon of sugar and poured just a tiny bit of cream into the cup. “This is how I like it. Next time bring it to me already made. Ryan likes two spoonfuls of sugar and no cream.” She fixed the second cup like Ryan likes it. “Go, bring this to him.”

 

I put the tray back on the floor and walked the cup into Ryan. He stood in front of the mirror in a pair of boxer briefs brushing his teeth. “Hey coffee bitch, what’s up?” I handed Ryan his coffee. “You like sucking my cock this morning?” I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing the top of my head with his hand. He stepped past me and out of the bathroom. He picked a workout outfit from his closet and put it on. Suzanne was lying back in the bed sipping her coffee.

 

“Kneel at the end of the bed,” commanded Suzanne. I obeyed and took my place. Ryan was leaning down and tying the laces on his sneakers. He stepped past me and kissed Suzanne goodbye before leaving. “He’s a personal trainer,” explained Suzanne surprising me that even considered my obvious curiosity a matter worth wasting words over.

 

“Jay, let me explain what will be expected from you. You will, beginning at the first of this month, bring me one thousand dollars. I really think that this is incredibly modest given your status in life.”

 

“But….” I started to talk.

 

“Shut up, Jay. I don’t want excuses; I don’t want to hear about difficulties. I control you. I will tell you what I expect, and you will figure out how to deliver. Second, I will need you about once or twice a week to come over here. I’ll pick one morning a week and try to keep that a regular appointment. I’ll give you different task to do… cooking, cleaning, whatever I need. If you are lucky, I’ll give you the sort of attention that I know a submissive slut like you needs. The sort of attention you got this morning. The other appointment every week will be to help out in my sessions. I can charge an extra $100 for forced-bi sessions, but I need a cock for my clients to put their mouths on… yours will do nicely. I’ll let you wear a hood so that your identity will be protected, but I will whore you out as part of your duties to me. Ok, that’s it. You can leave now.”

 

I stood up. “Suzanne, may I ask a question?”

 

“One question, yes.”

 

“Will this ever end?”

 

“I don’t know. Now go.”

 

I walked from her room, taking the tray with me. My mind was spinning with how I was going to adjust to this new element in my life. She was right about one thing; I did ask for this. Now that I had it, I wasn’t sure I could really handle it. I was being blackmailed, but it was such a rush, touching the parts of my brain that had craved stimulation my entire life. This was a permanent state of subspace.

 

I went to work that morning and could barely keep focused. Because I managed our finances, I knew I could handle the monthly tribute for at least a year before Kay would notice, but in the long run, it might become tricky. Also, I could probably handle the morning meetings as that was earlier than I typically started scheduling appointments. It would be the random service calls, to handle the forced-bi sessions that concerned me. Juggling these might become a nightmare. And what else might Suzanne and Ryan have in store for me? Time would tell, but it seemed like I was getting in deeper than I had ever dreamed possible.

 

 

 

“In case you doubted anything that I’ve said,” explained Suzanne, “I’ve made copies of everything that we have. It’s all in this envelope.”

 

“I don’t doubt you,” I answered. “I’m grateful for what you have done. It is difficult for me, but I enjoy it.”

 

“Take the envelope just the same,” she said. “Did you finish the laundry?”

 

“Yes, ma’am. It’s all folded and laid out on your bed. You told me you didn’t want me putting it away.”

 

“Good boy. Finish cleaning this bathroom and meet me in my chambers. We’ll spend some time together.” I didn’t rush, but took my time to do a good job. When I was done, I cleaned myself up and met her in the chambers as has become our custom after my morning appointments. I stripped my clothes off and waited for her on my knees. She entered the room and took a seat on the throne chair in front of me. She handed me a tube of lotion and extended her foot. I began rubbing the lotion on her feet.

 

“Jay, I am so pleased that you like being my pet… that you like what I’ve done to you. It never would have happened if I didn’t force it. You know that don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” I answered. She was right.

 

“I think we can take your submission to a new level, add a whole new dimension to it. Would you like that?”

 

“It depends what you mean,” I said, still rubbing her feet.

 

“Will you trust me, Jay?”

 

“I’m scared….”

 

“Of course you are, Jay. You are terrified, but everything I do for you is for your own good.” She opened up her legs and revealed her beautiful pussy. “Come taste my pussy, Jay. There’s none of Ryan’s cum to get in the way, just my pussy… all for you.” I leaned in and tasted the divine musk of her body. She let me pleasure her for about fifteen minutes, cumming in fits before pulling my head away from her.

 

“Jay, does Kay have a birthday coming up? Or when is your anniversary? When’s the next occasion that you need to give her a gift?”

 

“Her birthday is in two weeks.”

 

“Perfect. Before you leave I have something for you to give her.”

 

“Yes. It’s our gift back to you for everything you have done. It is a gift certificate for twelve sessions with Ryan as her personal trainer.”

 

“But are you going to tell her anything? Why do you want….”

 

“Jay,” she pulled me back to her crotch. “Trust me, this is all for your own good.” I lost myself in her taste and smell. She leaned back in the chair, making her pussy and asshole both available to my mouth. I devoured her intimate region with a mindless devotion that made my head spin helplessly into subspace. I felt her finger brushing the back of my hair. “You love my pussy, don’t you, Jay?”

 

“Yes, yes I do.”

 

“Then say nothing more about the gift certificates. Give them to your wife, and let Ryan take it from there. We are putting a gym into what’s now an unused bedroom. She will come here for her training sessions, but this room will be locked up. She’ll never know about this room and what her husband does to my pussy in here. Ok?”

 

 

 

“Yes, I understand.”

  

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