This story won the vote when I asked what else you all wanted to hear about, so without further adieu…
I used to play a very popular MMO religiously. I was among the elite of the server and had a reputation that preceded me. One thing that shocked me about this scene was that there were lots of actual women playing, and I would shamelessly flirt with any of them, not to actually hit on them, it was simply what I did.
Teamspeak group chats would occasionally turn into one on one conversations, but only rarely would it ever become something more. Red was a bubbly outspoken member of my group who took my flirtations seriously and before long we were exchanging private messages.
We would talk about wrestling as we were both fans, and she mentioned that she was always the practice dummy for her brothers when they tried out moves. Eventually we started to exchange pics. Doing so was not as easy as it is today, since not every phone had a camera and phone plans back then would charge per picture message sent. The pics she sent got progressively dirtier, starting off with tits and ass, to finger masturbation (including pics of her licking her wetness off said fingers), and on to object insertion. One pic had her with most of a beer bottle in her pussy, and another had a sharpie in her asshole long before /r/buttsharpies was a thing (or even Reddit for that matter).
I knew she was a full time student, and eventually I found out that she went to a local Christian college. We decided that we simply had to meet up. I went to her dorm room which turned out to not be a dorm room at all, but an apartment adjacent to the college, which she had all to herself. She was a tiny thing, 5’3″ very skinny with B cups. If she said she weighed 100lbs I might believe her after thanksgiving dinner. Shoulder length red hair, very pale but not gingerly so, she would be classified more as a day-walker than a full-on ginger. She dropped the bomb on me not long after I arrived, that she had a boyfriend who was on deployment in the military. So there would be no penetration, but she wanted to do everything and anything up to that. I was young, dumb, and full of cum, so I went with it.
I knew from previous conversations that she was submissive in bed and liked to be talked down to and degraded. I tried my best that first night to satisfy her need, but it didn’t go so well, I was still being too nice to her. We gave each other oral and we called it a night. I left in shame and she was disappointed.
Motivated by my defeat, I did some research on submissives. Among the info I found was the key words that would turn everything around: treat them like a possession. I had my battle plan, and after some convincing I got Red to let me go back to her place once more.
As soon as she let me in, I put my plan into motion. No sooner than she closed the door did I grab her and pin her against the wall. She was startled but didn’t scream, and I got both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand, used the other to grab her face then got very very close to her.
“If there’s anything that you truly don’t approve of tonight, use your safe word. Otherwise tonight you are mine, slave”, emphasizing the word slave with a heavy Jafar inflection. As I used that word, I could see her eyes dilate.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes”
I tightened my grip on her wrists.
“Yes master”, I emphasized.
“Yes master, I am yours”, she cooed.
I let go of her and took a step back.
“You’re not moving an inch until you disrobe completely. Do it now, slave”
She took off her shirt and had on a lacy black bra underneath. She then removed her pants and slipped those off, revealing a matching thong. I kept my gaze on her like a hungry wolf the whole time. She clearly had these undergarments in mind for tonight. I stopped her as she reached behind to unhook her bra.
“That will do, slave. But tell me, do you have matching stockings for this lingerie set?”
“I do, master. A garter that clips into them as well.”
“I want you to go upstairs and put those on. Then come back for a drink.”
“Yes, master”, she said as she walked up to her room. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. I sat down on her couch and awaited her. She came back in the full lingerie set, the black a stark contrast against her very pale skin. I had her turn and model it for me, and as much as I wanted to smack her on her little bubble butt, I knew that restraint was the key to control.
“Excellent. Now what do you have for me to drink?”
“I have rum and coke, master”
“Make two and bring them here”, I told her. She walked to the kitchen and began to prepare the drinks. I enjoyed looking at her tight body in the lacy lingerie and thought of my next move. One more piece of advice rang in my head: think of the most messed up things you can do to a person without actually hurting them. She handed me the drink and I took a swig, then downed the rest of it.
“That was great mixing, slave”
“Thank you, master”, she said as she began to take a drink herself. I let her take a sip before I spoke up.
“I didn’t say that second one was for you, slave”, and I took the glass out of her hand. “Now did I?”
“No master, you did not”
From her standing position I grabbed her and bent her over my knee. “Bad slaves need to be punished”. I used my right hand to give her a firm stinger on her little butt. She yelped as I made contact.
“Did you learn your lesson, slave?”
“Yes master, I did”
I moved my fingers under her thong and traced her slit. She was very warm, but not wet. I gave her another stinger without warning.
“You obviously haven’t, a good slave is a wet slave”, and I gave her another. I rubbed her cheek a bit then slipped my fingers back to her slit and rubbed it a little. Her wetness was starting to come out and I massaged her asshole with my thumb.
“If I don’t explicitly tell you to do something, you don’t do it. If I tell you to give me a drink, that doesn’t mean you get to have one. If I tell you not to breathe, I had better see you passed out on the floor before I see your chest rise. You are nothing but a possession, a fucking object to be used”. I then felt her wetness flood out, I had found her weak spot. I continued to call her all sorts of nasty names as I fingered her pussy, though I did stop short of calling her a fucking retard.
I rubbed her a bit more then stood her back up. I grabbed the glass of rum and coke. “I suppose I should give you a drink of this, it would loosen you up”.
“That would be wonderful master”
“Keep your mouth open while I pour it in”. I made it seem like I was going to pour the rum into her mouth, then yanked it away and took a drink myself. I stood up, towering over her and pulled her close to me and spit the rum into her waiting mouth.
“What do you say, slave?”
“Thank you master, may I please have another?”
She surprised me, and I was willing to oblige her, so I did the same thing once more. She took it in and drank it down, thanking me again.
“Get down on your knees in front of me, and unzip my pants”, I commanded her. She did as she was told, unzipped my fly, then took my cock out. In return I gave her a stinger across the face that sounded worse than it had to have felt. She dropped back in recoil holding her face.
“I didn’t say to take my cock out, you worthless cunt!” I bellowed at her, half expecting her to use her safe word.
“Y-yes master! I won’t disobey you again!” she replied, the beginnings of tears in her big brown eyes. I lifted her off the ground and hoisted her onto my shoulder, intending to march up to her bedroom to further the game. I gave her another smack on her ass for good measure.
The area of her apartment where the front door is has a high ceiling, and as I was marching towards it a wicked idea popped into my head. I set her down on the ground and said “Remove your panties, slave”. She had put her thong on after her garter belt, knowing it was going to come off, the clever girl. She took her it off and waited for her next command.
“I’m going to need your help for this, slave. I’m going to get you into a powerbomb position”. For those who never followed wrestling, a powerbomb is a move that starts off with one person being flipped on to the others shoulders, then slammed down back-first on to the mat.
She looked at me like I had two heads, but nonetheless agreed. I flipped her on top so she was sitting on my shoulders, crotch in my face. I then pinned her against the wall and started to go to town on her dripping pussy. This is when she truly lost control, started moaning and wailing as I gave her the best tongue fuck I possibly could, her hands holding on to my head for dear life.
I only held that position for a minute or two then let her down. It was merely a power play to show the difference in strength between us. I hoisted her back on to my shoulder and continued up to her room.
When we go to her room, I saw that her laptop was on, sitting top of her battlestation desk where she played.
“Get on the bed, slut”
“Yes master”
I took off my pants and sat up on her bed. “My cock is dry, slave. Fix that”
“With pleasure, master”, she said with glee. She got into position so I could play with her ass and pussy as she took me into her mouth. Her blowjob was very skilled but after a few minutes I thought I should take the humiliation up a notch.
“Slave, bring your laptop to me”, I instructed. She did what she was told without question, then got back to work on my dick. I opened a browser, looked up some blowjob porn and let it play.
“You see this you whore? I have to watch porn of an expert blowjob to get off because you’re so fucking terrible at it. I can’t even call you a cocksucker because that would imply that you know what you’re doing”
I put my fingers back inside her and she was absolutely soaked. I spread the wetness back to her asshole and penetrated that with my thumb, giving a light pinch to the membrane between her two holes.
I felt myself getting close so I ordered her to stop what she was doing, and get on her back. I pulled out a condom from my pants and started to put it on.
“Master please no, I don’t want to cheat on my boyfriend”, she pleaded. You’re way past that, darling, I thought to myself. I pulled her to the edge of the bed by her open legs and put my cock along her slit, and rubbed it back and forth. She got the idea and started to enjoy it.
Before long, we switched positions so she was riding on top, grinding on my cock. “If you fuck this up and I enter you, it’s going to be your fault, dumb slut”, I told her as she picked up her pace.
“Slave, I have one command I want you to remember”.
“Yes master, whatever you want”, she said under heavy breath.
“When your man comes home on leave, I want you to give him his well deserved fuck. But then when he leaves again, I want you to call me right up. I want you to invite me over so I can come and fuck this tight snatch bareback”. Her pace and breathing quickened. “I’m going to fuck you raw and stuff your pussy full of my cum, and I’m going to keep doing it until I’m certain you’re impregnated with my seed, and he’s going to raise my child thinking it’s his own”. This made her cum so violently that she started screaming and shaking. By the time she stopped, she was almost as red as her hair.
I gave her no time to recover, took the condom off and started to skull fuck her as hard as I could without blocking off her oxygen supply. “Open your fucking mouth, if you scrap my cock with your teeth I’ll bend you over my knee again and won’t let up until your ass is black and blue”. Tears were rolling down her eyes when I shot my load directly into her throat, but she did swallow down most of it, and coughed up a bit. To top it off, I grabbed a fist full of her straight red hair and used it to clean the spit and cum off of my cock.
I thought about saying something nice, but I simply got dressed and left without saying a word, only giving a devilish smile on my way out.
All being said, I learned that having a slave was too much work. Red quit the game eventually and I lost her number. But it was fun delving into the depraved parts of my mind.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ezssx/the_submissive_redhead_mf_oral