Avery handed me a glass of orange juice and a towel as I recuperated from our intense session of ‘birthday sex’. I gave him a long kiss and said–
‘Happy Birthday, honey. I love you, Avery.’
‘Love you too, my sweet little slut. Drink your juice. Thank you for giving yourself over to me tonight, the perfect gift ! It showed me that you have the necessary ability as well as the desire to make me happy– to please me. The ability is so important ! You enjoy pleasing me, don’t you? ’Yes, I do. Very much.’
‘Of course you do. Tomorrow when Zack and his friend come over to fuck you for my entertainment, I will be always close, supervising and directing the activity. No one will harm you–it’s all good. But you shall do whatever the guys want, to entertain me, that will please me. And you want to please me, you want this, don’t you ! I can see it.
A whore at heart’, he laughed. ‘Yes, Avery.’
I had already been picturing tomorrow’s fuck-fest. I’ve never fucked more than one man on any day, before tonight. The thing of Avery wanting to watch someone else fuck me and being right there close–I don’t really understand it, but it made me hot when it happened. And tomorrow Zack will fuck me again, with his big hot cock, then his friend will fuck me.. . . anonymous slut whore sex with the other two men watching. Thinking of this had me excited and aroused again. So I suppose that did make me a whore at heart. His whore.
‘Go make me a drink, baby. Make one for yourself too, and make ’em strong.’ ‘Sure, Avery. Anything for you.’
When I returned he had a small velvet bag that I’d never seen before. He quickly drained his whiskey, staring at me as I drank about half of my orange juice and vodka. Something about the look on his face told me to finish my drink although I didn’t really want all of it. ‘Good, very good. Do you have to use the bathroom ?’
I did, and headed that way. When I turned to shut the door, there was Avery, keeping it open with his body wedged by the door and wall.
‘I’m going to watch. You need to piss, so go ahead and piss. ‘ ‘Come on Avery, how about a little privacy ? ‘N o-–you don’t need privacy from me. I want to watch you piss and I will, even though you are embarrassed. Anything I wanted, you said. Do it. Do it now.’
True, I was embarrassed but I badly needed to piss. There was something about doing as ordered that gave me an unfamiliar excited feeling, like an accomplishment, that I was making him happy. ‘Very good, that’s my good girl. Now come choose some music.’
……………………………………………………………………………………… I chose some Dire Straits and Santana. Avery pulled an Ozzy Osbourne CD and started the play. He motioned me to join him on the sofa, and I noticed the unfamiliar velvet bag was next to him. He kissed me with a high level of passion that quickly awoke my pussy .
‘Take off your robe, honey, I want you naked except for those thigh-highs. Close your eyes and keep them closed, understand ?’ I agreed. He spread my legs open and began to finger-fuck me, slowly, sensually. Oh god yes, I wanted it! But he stopped, and I heard him moving around and I wondered what was happening. Suddenly he put something on my face, an eye-mask blindfold. He spoke close to my ear in a slow, deliberate tone.
‘Listen to me. You gave me the gift of complete freedom in whatever I wanted tonight—the best gift ever! I am in charge, always. You will continue to do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please me and make me happy. True?’ I nodded. ‘That desire to please me is stronger in you than you knew, isn’t it ?’ I nodded. ‘’Yes, Avery.” . ‘Yes, it is. In fact you can think of nothing else but that now, isn’t that right ?
He took me by the wrist to pull me up from the sofa, and spun me around, pulling my arms back to quickly snap handcuffs on me. What the hell ! Then he led me across the room and positioned me, cuffed, backed against the wall. ‘Do not move until I tell you to.’ His tone said he was serious. ’Yes, Avery.’
I was a little scared now, with the direction the night had taken, but also keenly excited by his taking charge of me. He had planned this, obviously. Still, he is correct, I so much wanted to please him–that was my one and only thought now.
‘Tonight your sexual horizon was expanded, wouldn’t you say? The whole time it was under my direction, if you recall. I didn’t tell you to do anything you couldn’t handle. You went places you’d never gone before, and it was all good. Do you agree with this statement ?’ ‘Yes, Avery. Yes.’
‘From this moment on I am taking control of you sexually. I know how to give you what you need, what you secretly crave. And you will give me what I need from you. You want to earn my approval and satisfaction — you need it.
‘Yes, Avery, ok.’ ‘Repeating– Understand that I am in control of you now. You will respect my authority absolutely, and you will obey me–not from fear but because you want to obey me.’
I didn’t care for that word–obey–it was like I was a dog. I giggled, remembering ‘South Park’ and Eric Cartman–‘respect-mah-ah-thor-itay’. I was a little drunk from the vodka.
Avery wrapped a length of my hair around his hand and pulled me to him. His voice had a deadly serious tone I’d never heard before. ‘Is there something funny about what I told you ?’ ‘No, no ! I was reminded of a funny thing on South Park.’ ‘I require your full attention, slut.’ He emphasized his point by pressing his knuckles into the small of my back, pushing me forward to him. ‘Are you hearing me ?’ ‘I’m sorry, yes Avery.’ ‘The first thing you will give me is respect. Respect and obedience, always.’ ‘Yes, Avery.’ ‘A correct form of respectful address is “Sir.’ A pause hung in the air. Oh I see, he wanted me to say it, to call him Sir. . ok.
‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good Girl ! When you please me, you may –or may not– be rewarded, at my discretion, of course.’ He grinned slyly as he expertly twirled his finger on my clit.
(oh god yes! I’ll be so good and obedient ! Yes, yes, Sir ! Yessiree! yes-sir-ee-bob! I was sure feeling that vodka now, all floaty and giddy–and horny. I want his fat juicy cock in me Right Now!)
‘Oh my slut is horny ! She wants cock. Isn’t that right, slut ? Yes, Sir.’ I couldn’t help my smile. ‘Yes, Sir — what ? Say it.’ ‘Yes, Sir, I want your cock. Sir.’ ‘Say it again, louder.’ ‘I want your cock, Sir.’ ‘Why do you want my cock ?… whore.’ ‘Sir, I need you to fuck me with your cock.’
‘Which is it, do you want it, or do you need it ?
‘I need it, Sir!’
“Yes, you do. . and what will you do for me, to get it ?’ ‘Anything. Sir.’ ‘What was that again?’ ‘I will do anything you want, Sir.’ ‘Good Girl ! –anything I want, yes ! Always the correct answer !’ ‘Yes, Sir.’
There was something about him saying ‘Good Girl’ that made me tremble, and I had sudden butterflies–that strange weakened feeling, the powerful high I’d felt earlier. He removed the blindfold and kissed me passionately, his arms circling my waist, pulling me to him so that I could feel his stiff cock– oh good god please just fuck me now!
‘What I want now is for you to look into your heart for the truth– do you wish to be Mine, truly Mine ? and to know that no harm will come to you at my protection, ever.
I will provide the environment for you to blossom, both sexually and personally, under my guidance and control. I know what you need, perhaps more than you yourself know, and I will provide it to you. Do you wish to give yourself to me totally? Do you?’ He pressed his cock lightly against my pussy…god I wanted it!
“Yes. Yes, Sir! I need you, your guidance, and want so much to make you happy.’ ‘Understand that this is no joke, this is not some frivolous game. This is Real. Are you really ready for it? I’ll give you a day to think it over, because once you take that step forward there is no going back, understood?’ He pressed his cock against me, harder. . . I was throbbing, hungry for it.
‘Yes, Sir, but I don’t need to think it over.’ ‘Tell me, slut.’ ‘Sir, I want very much to be yours and under your control. I need it. I didn’t know that until I felt your power over me tonight. There was a certain feeling that I didn’t understand until you put light on it, my strong desire for loving service to you. I need that, Sir.’
‘It is called submission, the capital S Surrender and Submission, the complete and total giving-over of yourself, physically and mentally. Are you sure?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘Good Girl– tell me.’ He ran his ‘fuck finger’ down the division of my ass while teasing me with the wet tip of his cock . . . oh dam. . .please!
‘Oh Sir, yes, yes! – I will submit totally to you, and you will take care of me. I will try to do my very best to always obey you, and to please you.’ ‘Excellent, my good little slut– except for your mistake.’ He withdrew his cock away from me.
‘Sir?’ My heart was thumping, my stomach tightened. ‘You do not ‘try’ to do your best to obey. That presumes possible failure. You will obey me, period. Without question and without fear, and certainly without failure.
Am I clear?‘
‘Yes, Sir, thank you for the correction. I need the obedience. I need you.’
‘Yes, you do. And now–-you are Mine. Mine. I own you–you are now my property, by your consent. Your one purpose is to please and serve me, for anything I want. Anything.’
He lifted the blindfold. ‘Now look at me, your Master!’ He twirled his finger on my clit.
I was beaming. .”Yes, Sir, what may I do for you, to please you now?’ ‘Good Girl!’… and he just stood there, close, holding an intense eye contact to the point where I wanted to look away, but sensed correctly that I should not.
‘My sweet Good Girl. You will now address me as ‘Master’. ‘Sir’ is also acceptable. Know that the need to make decisions is over for you now. The last decision that you shall make is your submission, and it is defined by my having that sole power. There cannot be two in power at the same time. It is always me, and only me.’ ‘Yes, Sir. Master.’
‘In submitting completely to my control, to my natural Dominance, you will know a freedom from the confusion and stress of decision-making. This freedom will allow you to fully experience your sexual self, so far beyond what you now feel to be your limitations. This freedom will also enable you to experience your deepest need for me– how to best please and serve me in what I want at any given time.
You shall feel the incredible joy that your submissive service will bring to you. The intensity of your joy will derive from the strength of your submission, the purity and perfection of your devotion to me.
I know that you feel an unfamiliar ‘high’ now, better than any drug, but it’s nothing compared to the intense high you will know from the glorious joy of submission in the purest love for your Master–and his glorious love for you ! You can’t fully grasp these concepts now–but you will see, you will.‘
He did not tell her that the ‘submissive high’, the joy referred to–a consequence of the ‘submissive frenzy’ in new submissives–was of benefit to him, vital in binding her to him emotionally, mentally, and physically.
‘Yes, Sir, yes, I want that ! Thank you. Master.’’ ‘You are welcome, My lovely Good Girl. My slut, my whore. However, what you want is irrelevant. It is what I want. It is Me–always ME. Everything done or required is for the purpose of my satisfaction and therefore, my pleasure.
What I want is a submissive who understands and embraces submission for what it truly means, and you shall when you trust me in my guidance.You already know and trust me. Did I steer you wrong with Zack ? No.
Did I push you? Yes–to new experiences and feelings, and it was all good. I would never put a demand on you that you could not handle. As your understanding of submission expands, what you can handle will likewise expand. Onward and upward!
That all sounded fine and good, but I wondered what he would require of me in the future. It made me a little nervous–scared, actually. But I love him and have always trusted him and he’s never betrayed that before.
Avery had recognized the undiscovered submissive in her, and that was the reason she was his girlfriend. Her birthday gift offer of whatever-you-want was a delightful surprize, telling him it was time to proceed with her submersion into submission:
she was ripe and ready.
He knew how to direct a submissive to the endless road of unquestioned service and devotion to him. There were things that could be done to mold his submissive to the perfect obedience and worship he required. Some of the common techniques had been applied already, with the expected success– the alcohol, the toying with her sexual arousal, the constant statements of his rightful dominance–and there were others to be used as deemed necessary.
He thoroughly reveled in the results of his manipulations, predictable as they were, then pushed his control further, higher. He loved that this girl–the whore… as well as each previous whore–would so quickly and willingly surrender herself with her body, as well as her mind–to be his playthings. Coaxing them to the point of subjugation was not difficult; he had chosen each because he knew they would go down easy, and this one was no exception. They were all the same to him, just whores.
It was now, at the beginning of the journey, that the necessary ‘guidance’–the mind control and humiliation–was crucial for establishing the tone and color of the girl’s mindset, so that she would think of nothing else but the required obedient service and worship of him, Master of her soul. ——————————————————————————————————— He replaced the blindfold. I was still in position against the wall. ‘Can you follow directions, slut ?’ ‘Yes, Sir. Master.’ ‘Very good. Now spread your legs and shove your pussy as far forward as you can, and hold that position.’ ‘Yes, Master ‘’ I did as ordered, and heard a repeating camera shutter–he was taking pictures. That made me feel weird and I wondered what he was going to do with them. ‘A lovely pose for a whore. You are a whore, aren’t you ?’ ‘Yes, Master.’
Tonight was the first time he called me slut and whore, and I couldn’t help smiling.I took it as a sign of special affection, I could tell that’s how he meant it.
I was jolted by a sudden sharp pain as he pinched my clit. I winced but said nothing.
He continued his sharp pinches and I was determined to ‘tough it out’. Then I was startled by another sensation–his tongue twirling around my clit . . oh yes . . yes ! . then more pinches, followed by more tongue, then just his tongue. I was close to cumming and he knew it.
‘Oh by the way—you may not cum without my permission, slut. Understand?’ (What ? ! Oh hell !) . . ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘But my dear horny little whore—I am not an unreasonable man. I take care of my precious slut. If you need to cum for me, you may do so now.’ He twirled his tongue again, and as I reached the point of no return he simultaneously applied his tongue and a hard pinch to my clit. Oh good god ! I exploded in a huge orgasm–it surprized the hell out of me, the pain boosting the pleasure part. . . wow.
‘Did I not tell you that I know what you need?’ He chuckled, then whispered close to my ear– ‘Pain and pleasure mingle into one.’ ‘Yes, Master, thank you, thank you, Sir!’ ‘Very well, slut.’
He removed the blindfold and led me to his study, to his computer. I was still handcuffed. He typed something on the computer then turned on the video camera connected to it. The area of its aim had a small tarp on the floor covered with towels. It had been planned and done beforehand — apparently he’d been sure of my agreement to submission.
‘You’re going to put on a little show now, for my entertainment. ‘ He directed me where to stand, with my legs spread and my pussy thrust out as before. He gave my nipples a very sharp pinch, and held it for a time. ‘Tell the camera your name and what you are.’ I said my name and said I was his property. ‘True, you are that–and what else did we learn tonight ?’
“Sir, I am a dirty slut cockwhore.’ I smiled. ‘You are indeed—and we wouldn’t want it any other way! And you are my—?’ ‘I am your submissive, Sir.’ ‘And, again you are—?’
‘I am your property, Sir.’ ‘Yes, you are.. . and that makes me—?’ ‘My Master. You are my Master.’ ‘Say it again.’ ‘You are my Master.’ ‘Well done, Good Girl!’ He pulled my head back by my hair and licked my neck as he teased my pussy.
‘Tell the men watching us now on live cam what we will be doing tomorrow.’ “Sir, tomorrow our friend Zack will come here with a buddy and they will each fuck me while you watch.’ Saying it to people I didn’t know was embarrassing. “I’ll bet the men watching you now on the live cam wish they could come over too and fuck a slut whore.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ I didn’t know what else to say to that. I was so very tired from my strenuous night, which didn’t seem to be ending any time soon.
‘Ok, now that it has been established what you are : my property, my submissive, and a cock-whore slut, it’s Showtime! Turn to your left, sideways to the camera.’ He pulled up on the handcuff chain to bend me down, and whispered that if I loved his cock, to say it for the camera. ‘Sir, I love your cock, please fuck me.’
He laughed. . ‘Ain’t she great, guys? She loves my cock and begs me to fuck her! Do you need me to fuck you, slut? Tell me and everyone watching.’ “Yes, Sir, please, Master, yes – fuck me.’
My voice was flat from the overwhelming fatigue–it had been a very long and strenuous night, sexually, and emotionally as well– and now I could barely keep my eyes open. A sudden funny thought—I should tell him, do whatever you’re going to do, knock yourself out, then wake me when you’re done, I’ll be grabbing a nap.
‘Here goes, guys–fucking it for the first time as a declared submissive–just signed up tonight!’
He held the handcuff chain firmly and grasped my hair with his other hand to help steady me. He eased his thick cock into me from the rear– standing doggy–pulling out all the way before re-entry. Dam, that felt great, and I love him fucking me from the rear, it gets me so incredibly hot–it’s just so primal, animalistic. As he picked up the pace, fucking me deeper and faster, he said in a low voice –‘Now that you have surrendered to me, this–(a slap to my ass)-is Mine. Whenever I want it,
I take it.’ ‘Yes, Master.’
I wasn’t entirely happy with that statement, but the wheels of that train were already rolling . . . and did he just refer to me as ‘it’ ??
I’d agreed to this while I was a little drunk, but that was irrelevant, because I said – yes I’m sure – and declined the cooling off period of considering my decision. Now it was permanent, on whatever terms and conditions struck his fancy. But I do have the strong desire, a driving need really, to submit to his whims because it pleases him.
I really loved pleasing him earlier tonight as his birthday present ! My focus now and forward, is to always, always, always please him in my obedience, doing everything he wants of me. I need him to see how well.I obey, to show him how much I love him !
He let go the handcuff chain and steadied me with a hand to my abdomen. He started fucking me even harder and deeper, pounding me, grunting like an animal.
It hurt a little, he was so rough. ‘How y’all like what you see, me fucking my cockwhore?’ he said for the camera.
I thought that was creepy, making a narrated performance for the camera and the unknown, invisible audience. It could have been one guy, or 286 guys, who knows?
I imagined him thinking that he wanted his cam audience to see me cum from his glorious fucking. He’s pretty narcissistic. But I was right–he trailed his fingers through the accumulation of cum on me from earlier and slid his fingers around on my clit. The slick lubrication perked me up quick–shit, that felt so good, I could cum so easy now.
He moved his hand down to my pussy and did some fancy fingerwork on my clit.
‘Who’s a slut?’—- “I am, Sir.’ ‘Who’s a whore– a cock-whore?’— ‘I am, Sir.’ ‘Yes, you are a slut and cock-whore, no question about it. And you’re so good at it–you cannot deny your true nature!’ I didn’t know if he was kidding around or serious.
‘Don’t you just love being the center of attention on the webcam? Men from all over the globe are watching you get fucked like a whore! The US of course, and Russia. Brazil. Philippines. Australia. Slovinia. England. Italy. South Africa. Iceland. Saudi Arabia. Portugal. Poland. Malaysia. Denmark . . and more. They don’t all understand English but they all understand a man fucking his woman whenever he wants to. Spread your legs a little more, honey.’
He put both of his hands on my inner thighs, near my pussy. He held my legs spread as he vigorously pounded me, hard and deep, rougher than before, with a hostile force, it seemed–it hurt.
‘Bitch’, he said in a low voice for only me to hear. ‘My Bitch. My fucking whore, cock-sucking fuck-hole Bitch.’
Then he smiled brightly for the camera: ‘Tell us how many men are gonna fuck you tomorrow?’ ‘Three. You, our friend Zack, and Zack’s friend. Three, Master.’ ‘Such a whore you are.’ He did some more fancy fingerwork at my pussy to boost my arousal and I felt the need to cum growing very quickly–I was teetering on the edge of urgency. ‘Master please– permission to cum ?’
He laughed loudly. “Ah yes– there it is. Yes. Yes ! Cum for your Master. Cum!’
I dissolved in a wonderful sparkly swirling ecstasy of orgasm, weakened to his power over me. It seemed to go deliciously on and on. If he hadn’t been holding me steady
I would not have been able to stand.
‘See what I did there, guys?’ he said to the camera. ‘Got it all worked both physically and mentally, reminding her what a whore she is. They love that ! And through her desperate need, she still obeyed my order to ask permission. Fellas, this is your example of what your submissive should be if she’s worth anything.’
As he spoke he continued to expertly tease my clit, his cock still filling me. I felt another round inching up on me quickly–I always have at least two. I badly wanted his hot cum erupting in me, but he didn’t give it up; he’d always had great control in that.
Then he stopped, withdrew. Oh hell. He finished his drink in a long gulp. His erect cock bounced around as he spoke and he gazed upon it lovingly, slick and shiny with my cum, stroking it at times. ‘Sit down, knees up, legs spread.’ He looped a short bungee cord through the handcuff chain and around the leg of the desk.
‘Listen to me, listen well.’
He has talked non-stop through this whole thing, and he keeps saying the same things over, and over, and over. I try to pay really close attention but I’m so tired now that it’s a struggle, and I don’t want him to see that.
‘Whenever you need to cum — you know to ask my permission, if I have not already told you to cum for Master. Good Girl. I am a fair and generous man and Master when I am pleased. I want you to cum with my big hot cock fucking you, it honors me, the Master–who caused you to cum. You have to cum for me, you must, it is beyond your control. You surrender to me, man and Master, my power, because you must. You have relinquished your free will and surrender all to me, you are Mine — it’s just that simple. I like a strong will in a submissive, as long as she understands it is no longer her own, but mine in her submission to me.
What man doesn’t like to see his bitch -or any bitch- having an orgasm? Am I right, guys? Yes–we see the pure pleasure that the man’s cock gives her as he claims his pleasure from her. Or the man’s tongue- it is the Man who grants and allows her pleasure. Vibrators can be useful tools for him, as they can speed things up towards his goal of the woman’s physical and mental surrender to him, the Man.
That super-strong one I got you as a gift, whore — you told me it was so strong that you can cum in 10 seconds if you choose. However, as you know, that choice is no longer yours, but mine. I am the Man, and more importantly above that, I am your Master, the source of all that is good and wonderful for you now. So hear this–
You are forbidden to pleasure yourself.You will not, unless I demand it, and at times
I will demand it, like earlier tonight. I will watch you, and perhaps share the performance, as I did tonight with Zack. . .or maybe on the live cam, at my whim. The other men love to see that while they jack off at the computer!
And know this–at times the permission to cum may be denied, but always for a reason, a purpose. That purpose could be to strengthen your submission, because that’s what you need at the moment, or it could be to allow for a much bigger and longer orgasm when I do at last permit it. Or it might be just for my amusement–just because I can, in my control of you.’ He chuckled in a way that sounded a bit deranged; it was unsettling.
He knelt in front of me, to bring his cock level to my face.
‘Open your mouth, whore, suck my cock the way I like it. Suck my cock!’
I obeyed him; I like sucking his thick, hot, juicy cock, the one that fucks me and shoots its cumload in me. I love his cock . . I really do. He grabbed my head and quickly made it a vigorous throat-fuck, hard and rough, that had me gagging again like earlier tonight. But I liked it, because he liked it–for demonstrating his power over me. He held a position deep in my throat to the point where I couldn’t fully get my breath. I started to feel a bit dizzy.
‘You love it, bitch, you love my cock any old way you can get it.’ I made sounds meant to be ‘Yes, Master. Then he pulled out nearly all the way, ordering that I not let my mouth off his cock. That entailed me grabbing it with my mouth and really sucking, trying to keep it as he pulled away.
He soon prevailed, saying ‘Oh–no cumload for you, then!’ and shifted his position towards the camera while he shot and squirted his cum for his audience, then milked his cock for any remaining. That was just weird.
Then he made me lick his slimy cum off his cock, as he resumed his lecture.
–——————————————————————————————————— ‘Everything is under my decision and control, and my whims. Every decision, every minute of every day– is always all about me. This knowledge should be automatic to you now, into your bones and DNA. I see your powerful desire and need to please me, which will serve you well, and of course serve me well! ( the weird laughter again. )
‘Because you crave obedience to me, to my demands, I am confident that we have a strong understanding and agreement regarding your future behavior. However, there is the possibility that discipline may be necessary at some point.
Discipline is not a punishment– it is a re-focusing of your purpose and goal by various means, for your reflection on the sincerity of your submission. Perhaps you may be denied permission to speak, a blindfold might be used to eliminate distractions, or your movement could be restricted to ‘corner-time’, a time-out for reflection. You might be denied sleep, or made to do something that you don’t like sexually–or even a household chore such as oven-cleaning. Perhaps I may withhold my attention from you for a period of time, including attention from my cock, which should certainly focus your attention.
If these methods are unsuccessful, or in the case of repeated violations, the next step to rectify the wrong thinking and behavior would indeed be physical punishment. I don’t envision punishment often, if at all. I don’t ever want to hurt you, but that may be required and necessary at some point, for re-focusing your purpose. Correction of any deficiencies or failures requires a strong and memorable lesson.
Yes, pain would be the method used to correct you of your deficiency, the flaw that made you forget or disregard the lessons of discipline. Pain is quite effective for this, as it delivers its message with an immediate yet lasting impression. These things must be seriously and promptly addressed, to kill the bad seed quickly .
If you earn discipline or a punishment you will always be told exactly what it’s for. All punishments, should they be required, will be appropriate to the offense. I am nothing if not fair. This is all towards the purpose of strengthening your submission and perfecting you for fulfillment of my requirements.
Reasons for physical punishment include willful disobedience, the failure to do as told. Disregard of established rules. Disrespect–challenging my absolute authority, sassiness or backtalk. Of course it is by my decision, always, when – or IF -you are permitted to cum. You will not know when that may occur–as I said, it may be my pure whim., simply because
I am Master of you. But a situation with denied permission could be part of a punishment, if you had displeased or disobeyed me. Maybe you’re wondering—how is it that a punishment situation has sex, that seems to make no sense. Yes, it does seem strange, doesn’t it ?
If you cannot or will not control your need to cum against my orders within a punishment situation as well, severe correctional penalties would be necessary– a double violation is how I see it. I will tell you now that you would not enjoy finding yourself in that situation.
A severe penalty’s effect and outcome would be akin to the old story of the toddler putting her hand on the stove. She’s told No, but does it anyway, and it hurts like fucking hell, her body is shocked, she’s screaming, crying — but she learns that critical lesson– ‘I won’t put my hand on the stove again.’
And she doesn’t.
Do you have any questions? Do you fully understand this?’ ‘Yes, Master, I understand.’ ‘Do you ?’
‘Yes, Master, I understand.’ ‘Again.’ ‘Yes, Master, I understand.’
oh wow, he’s given a lot of thought to maybe hurting me–what have I gotten myself into ?? I’ve been obedient to everything he’s required, he’s been pleased, so I’m wondering–where’s this ‘incredible joy’ from service that he said I would have ? ————————————————————————————
‘You’ve been so attentive to me today, past the fact it was my birthday. You have obeyed every demand I’ve required of you. Good Girl ! And now you have submitted your will to mine, surrendered your very self in your driving need and desire to serve and honor me. A great day, it is ! Now don’t go anywhere, whore, I shall return shortly.’ He went to the kitchen to make himself a drink.
So here I am, restrained to the desk with that stupid camera rolling. Oh that’s why he laughed when he said- don’t go anywhere. . I’m so dam tired- exhausted, really, that my brain is slow now, I can’t concentrate anymore. I closed my eyes and quickly sank into a fitful sleep, more a half sleep, half awake state.
‘What’s this ! asleep on the job ? You may sleep later–we’re not done here yet.’
He put his drink to my mouth and told me to swallow. It was really strong with whiskey– it did not go down smoothly at all. After 6 swallows he took back his drink.
I felt it right away, on my empty stomach and exhausted state. But I was feeling better.
I think he planned out even this little detail.
He was staring at my pussy and smiling. ‘Spread your knees further, show me your hole’. Even with him saying that crude word that I hated, my pussy was waking up, beginning to throb. I suddenly wanted him to ram his cock into me as hard as he could. I was unaware that I giggled.
‘Tell me what’s funny, whore’. ‘I was just imaging your big hard cock fucking my pussy and that made me happy.’
He released the bungee restraint. ‘Of course it made you happy! You know it would please me to fuck the living hell from your pussy, taking you any way I wanted., and that is exactly what I will do. Pleasing me is your only thought or concern now. Well done, my dear little subby.’
Oh, he was good at this, shaping my words into something I was not even thinking when spoken. Yes, for him it IS all about him, and only him. I’m only a player in his ongoing drama. . .Oh I’m so fuckn tired. But I do want him to fuck me, good and hard !
‘Keep your position, be right back’ and he returned within the minute, bringing my super-strong vibrator used earlier. He plugged it in, and gulped down most of his whiskey drink.
”I want you to stand up now, sideways to the camera as before and spread your legs more.’ From under his desk he pulled out two standard bricks and directed me to stand on them. This equalized our height more, and he could work his pelvis in under me, for leverage in thrusting deep. He resumed his energetic fucking of me, and I felt a rush of fresh energy, my exhaustion gone somehow. I felt really, really great–in fact, ready for anything !
I later came to realize that he was on drugs, and in fact that he’d secretly drugged me with speed or whatever in his drink.
I like it that there’s strange men watching me get fucked on videocam. They wanna see a horny slut taking a big fat cock. They wanna be the man fucking me. I like that ! This is new to me, enjoying other men watching me do sexual things–something I didn’t know was in me until tonight. It is Master who unveiled that for me. It’s true, he knows what I need more than I myself know.
‘How do you like this‘, he growled, ramming his cock upwards in me from behind and below me. The force was great enough to lift me to my tiptoes, He repeated it several times..
“My cock is like a King, and you’re the king’s sex whore. They had those, ya know. King wanted to fuck, one of his many whores was summoned and used as his fuck-hole, there were hundreds of fuck-hole whores to use. Whatever he wanted, he would have—whenever he fucking wanted it— he was fucking King. And I am your fucking King — your King and Master. I get whatever I want– but I don’t need to take it, because it will all be given freely by you, with love. You love me.’
‘Yes, Master, of course.’
“Yes, of course!’ he laughed. He lightly bit my neck, with one hand to my throat as he shot his cumload into me. Mixing with the night’s previous deposits, most of it slid down my legs. He scooped some with his fingers and striped my face with the slimy substance, then scooped more which he put to my mouth, ordering me to suck his cum from his fingers. I obeyed his demand, trying hard to love it. My need to obey and please is always foremost in my mind, it is the force and energy that sustains me — my opinion is not a part of it. .
‘Oh Good Girl, you dirty Good Girl! You want so much to please me, you need so badly to please me, don’t you?’ ‘Yes I do, of course, Master, yes.’
“Squat right here over this towel and piss for me–piss for the camera. Be nasty-do it now.’
Oh good lord, all those men around the world watching me piss, how embarrassing. But I did as ordered, I will never disobey Master. ‘Good Girl, Good Girl. Now stand up and look at me.You want me to piss on you, don’t you, whore ?’
I said nothing, because I did not want to say ‘no’ to him. Ever.
What the fuck, are you fucking joking ! . . hell no. . I said to myself. I was trying to process the meaning of his statement. He wants to PISS on me like I’m a toilet or garbage. Am I garbage ? It’s degrading and even hostile, I don’t understand why people think it’s erotic, it’s disgusting. Especially piss on the face or mouth, disgusting beyond words.
His statement alarmed me– and I knew then and there he would be pissing on me, no matter what I said. I knew I had no say about it. He seemed to know what I was feeling and the reason for my silence.
He turned the vibrator’s motor on Low, and applied the tip directly to my clit. I was at his mercy, instantly weakened by the immediate urge to cum. I’d learned from past situations and incidents, that moments like this today, with my will evaporating quickly and my self-control overpowered–are the most dangerous for me.
I would agree to anything in those moments, helpless, at times using poor judgment in the urgency of extreme arousal— just as it sometimes is for men, with their cocks doing the thinking and making the decisions. It didn’t help that I was high from the drink.
He told me that he knew deep down that I wanted him to piss on me. He said that I would be craving his piss, begging him to piss on me, and mean it. He reminded me that he knew what I needed more than I myself knew, and that all decisions were his now, which I’d agreed to in my voluntarily submission.
I consciously kept my face neutral so he wouldn’t see evidence of what I was thinking.
“Know that this is not a ‘request’– understand this absolutely! If – or when – I want it,
I will do it, and at any time I wish. That is a fact.
What is at issue now is the fact that you will want for me to piss on you, that you will absolutely crave it, ache for it, and beg me for it ! And you will tell me such, in total honesty and truth.’
He used the vibrator as an effective tool of seduction of my arousal while stating— ‘You want me to piss on you. You want it, you know you do. You need it. You need me. You need to please your Master. You want nothing more at this moment than to please me, to serve my desires. You are consumed by the need to please me.’ . Then he withdrew the buzzing vibrator. . (Hey- I want the vibrator ! Please. I need it !) He repeated his tease, taking expert aim at the perfect spot, telling me:
‘You want me to piss on you, don’t you?. You do. . . you want it so badly. This is my gift to you, you have earned this high honor by giving yourself over to me. My piss is your reward for giving yourself over to me, for pleasing me. You want so very much to please me, to surrender to me. You love your Master. You love me — show me.’
And again using the power of the vibrator to tease me: ‘You need me to piss on you, as proof that I want you. . You hunger for it, you crave it. You crave to know the honor of my piss on you. You want that love so badly- so hot and seductive on your hungry naked body, from the same cock that you crave for the fuck. . . you want my piss all over you, the strongest mark that you are all mine, my sweet dirty little whore.’ He withdrew the vibrator, then teased me with a brief touch before withdrawing again.
Grinning broadly at my helpless condition, he positioned himself in front of me so that the head of his cock grazed my pussy, at a deliberate distance. He slid 2 fingers in and began a slow finger-fuck, and continued using the vibrator’s lure to snare me further. . In an intimate tone he said: ‘You want to see the gold flow from my cock onto you, the precious gold, hot and wet. You crave me to piss on you. You want it. You need it. You need it -simply because you’re a fucking whore — my whore. All my whores crave my piss. You need it so much. you can barely stand it. You crave it so much that it hurts –you must have it. . Be my Good Girl and go Low for me. Tell me.’
He stepped back to take in the effects of his actions, his plan. I was breathing heavier and squirming under the effects of my high arousal. He gave a small laugh and touched the vibrator tip to me once again –leaving it there.
‘You will feel my strength and power in my piss. You crave my hot piss claiming you in your debauchery. You can no longer deny it. It’s very simple. You will give me what I want, no matter what it is, and I shall give you what you need. Tell me. Now.’‘
‘Oh god yes, YES ! PLEASE, Master–piss on me. Please! I do want it. ! YES !’ ‘Tell me again’ he said, his face just inches from mine.
I was startled by the sudden realization that I secretly yearned for this demonstration of his dominance. I wanted him to piss on me now, I really did !–for him to dominate me in that way. I felt the stomach butterflies in this revelation of my true desire and drive to submit totally to his dominance and control. I did need it, and want it, and craved it beyond reason.
‘You were right, Sir. YES! I do want it, I want it so bad ! I need to have you do this. I need you to piss on me, to please your dark desires. Please, please, I need it so much it hurts. Please give me your piss, Master. Please !’ I was near tears in my emotional sincerity. . the truth — and urgency. ‘Master PLEASE- permission ??
‘Oh yes, there it is, my best Good Girl. You may cum for me now. Cum for Master.’
Oh shit, that was close, I’m surprised I could hold back cumming so long. He leaves that strong vibrator on me and expects me not to cum until he gives fucking permission ? or maybe he doesn’t ? fuck that shit! Plus he’s gonna piss on me.
I was coerced into saying I wanted it, but he’s gonna do it anyway, even if I didn’t say yes. But now I do want it, I actually really do want it, because he does. I want to be as nasty as he wants me to be.
He was chuckling in that weird twisted way again. This whole process was not new to him, and the submissive’s reactions and acceptance were predictable–he’d done this before. They all crumbled at his feet, begging him to piss on them. Some were after degradation, and others believed his sweet talk telling of the pure glory of it. They were all so easy; still, he got a deep pleasure from the dance, messing with their minds. The timed orgasm tied to their acquiescence was a highly successful tool, cementing their frenzied agreement to be his piss-whore.
‘Good Girl, you went Low for me easy, easier than I thought it would be. I am quite pleased. I knew you would crave my piss all over you, to make you all mine, in submission to my rightful domination. I’ve told you that I know what you need more than you yourself. You dirty whore, going Low on the first day. . Maybe I shall demand that you drink it, drink my gold inside you, to be in your blood.’ .
Just as he’d said I would, I had told him that I wanted him to piss on me, and meant it . . . then pleaded with him for his piss. . . all for real.
He expertly manipulated my arousal and emotions until I became weakened in my vulnerabilities, helpless — then went in for the sure conquest. . I recognized his method, his plan, to get what he wanted from me, but he is much stronger than me. He shined his light on it and I really and truly wanted his piss now. I so badly want to please him by welcoming his piss on me, just because he wants to do this thing considered taboo. I think he wants to see how deep I will go in debauchery for him. He’s shown he has an appetite for it, that’s for sure. He’s made me face my own depravity, to befriend it, and now we may know the depths of our depravity together.
‘I am yours, Master, and I would drink your golden piss to please you.’ I felt a high I’d never known before. He was right, of course, all along and I did ache for it, just as he’d said.
‘Good Girl, Good Girl, you went Low for me quick, and that pleases me very much ! Low means someone who will wallow in intense debauchery, a depraved individual who will do basically anything. Anything, no matter how disgusting. Kneel to me, now.’
I obeyed, dropping down to the common submissive position, and reached for his cock with my mouth, keeping my eyes locked to his. It was already hard–my submission to being pissed on, telling him so, had excited him–and his cock– and me as well.
‘This wasn’t in the plan but I will allow you to suck my cock. . suck the King’s cock.’ I’d forgotten the videocam was still broadcasting until he said : ‘Hey guys–did ya hear- she begged me to piss on her, begged me, and never been wet before either. Then she kneels down to me to suck it. The perfect personal whore – does ANYTHING I say. She’s a keeper !’ He laughed.
All this time I was still handcuffed, I think he forgot about that. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and loudly ordered me to lay down on my back, legs open.
The first splash of his piss to my clit almost had me cumming. . my god -it was glorious, with an intensity I’d never known ! He kept his aim to my pussy briefly, then up my body to my throat, then returned to my pussy. It just kept on coming, hot and golden and glorious. . I was in ecstasy. It felt so fucking good, in that taboo way and equally for what it meant – a demonstration of his absolute domination and owning my total submission to his power. How did he know I truly needed this ! He called me dirty whore, smiling as he bestowed his gift. That made it even more intensely hot. I wanted it to go on and on forever ! I was in a state of rapture almost, like a holy experience, that’s how intense it was. I love him as my Master, and first loved him as my man. I love him so much !
I accept as unquestionable fact that my obedience and service to pleasing him is the most important part of my life now, requiring all my focus and energies.
I feel so good and happy – complete– when I please him, and euphoric beyond words when he calls me Good Girl and says he is pleased with me. My internal doubts from this being unknown and scary territory have disappeared. I know he is making this beginning an extreme experience on purpose, to drop me into the deep end and start swimming– to ‘break me’ as they say. But he knows best–he is Master.
I think it’s around 2am now, and apparently the day still isn’t over yet for him.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. He began administering this important ritualized step – his favorite – in his indoctrination of submissives–urinating on their willing bodies. In his manipulations, both verbal and sexual, he always convinced them that this was what they truly wanted, as part of the ‘please me, your Master’ approach. This one went for the ‘glory of my golden piss’ approach, while he saw her as just another depraved whore drenched in his urine. He loved it for the dark power over the woman, that she would so debase herself for him. It thrilled him like nothing else.
What a great racket I’ve found, this depraved trickery and evil scam, he frequently told himself. He had the radar to scope out an undeclared or newbie submissive to possess, as he had with this one, when he had grown bored with the previous conquest. He was sure of his ability to get what he wanted, willing to put in the time by being their boyfriend and subtly placing bait, invisibly pulling them along to a point where he could initiate his process to consume them, heart and soul. He was thrilled when she offered herself totally as his birthday gift, as it saved him the time and effort of getting her there himself.
Then came their first submissive fucking, a holy experience for the girl, high in her fresh submersion. He greatly enjoyed the free reign of behavior the girls – women – willingly enabled— behind his closed door there were no constraints to acting on his every dark impulse. By their consent to submission he could, and did, take it however he wanted–perhaps sweetly loving at first, to capture their love for him– then raw and rough, brutally– because he could.
Sometimes they cried, but they always said—thank you, Master! That greatly amused him, and also endeared them to him. He loved each one in his own dark way.
A favorite part of the indoctrination was when they agreed to give all control in all matters over to him. He didn’t need to take it, they all agreed to it and surrendered it at the start — the I-totally-submit-to-your-wise-dominance trick. They easily gave up their free will, their freedom, their dignity, and usually any good judgment, believing he would take care of everything for them in his protective love for them, because this is what he told them. His success in collecting these conquests was in his dark talent for the ability to seem normal and sincere, the real deal, as do a large percentage of psychopaths. He instinctively knew exactly what each needed to hear, what their lonely souls ached for–what words and actions would most quickly trap her heart and mind, capturing her in subjugation to depraved sexual servitude, disguised as love. He especially enjoyed discovering in what particular ways he could humiliate each of them—which of her buttons to push and what methods to use to weaken her, to demoralize, then eventually destroy, her pride and essence as a woman, and human being– to possess and own her.
They always accepted it as his right as their overlord, agreeing with him when he stated as fact that they needed, and wanted, to be humiliated– that he knew what they needed more than they ever could. The more extremely he humiliated and degraded them, the more they seemed to love him ! That always amazed him, and he took full advantage of this mysterious quality in the women. But he gave attention to making them feel special and loved, as well, to trap their hearts in absolute adoration of him.
That part was easy–they looked upon him as god-like, and all he really needed to do was say ‘Good Girl’, or ‘you have pleased me’, give them an occasional orgasm, and they were insanely happy and thankful. They had become simple, like small children, or pets, in their quest for receiving praise, and their reactions to it.
Each woman always thanked him, constantly, for everything, without ever being told—for a surprize orgasm generously bestowed perhaps, but also for the ongoing incidents of humiliation or degradation. That is what made their gratefulness so sweet for him, the steady flow of ‘Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Master ’ – they couldn’t thank him enough for treating them like dirty whores, it seemed ! He really liked that.
He made a mental note to devise fresh ways in which to humiliate his whore. Although he already knew the end result—the whore thanking him for her soul-sucking episode of degrading humiliation–he wanted to enjoy watching her go down in new ways, making her ever smaller, out of the grasp of any remaining traces of outside influences and thought. For her to exist for Master, and Master only.
But in his own dark and twisted way, he did love each and every one, for their total surrender and fiercely loyal worship of him. He’d created them as such, so he could possess and own them, their heads filled only with pure endless adoration of him and his cock. But he expected, and accepted, nothing less–until the day came that he would suddenly tire of his toy, requiring his finding a fresh challenge and another soul to conquer.