How I went from Submissive Co-Worker to Slave Husband? – Part 5
I have a little more time this afternoon to go a bit further today, but it may not be as long as this morning? I’m going to slow down a bit and try to pick up right around where I left off, because I veered off the little game my mistress had put in place that I wanted to confess.
To briefly recap. My fiancé and I are over, and while in a somewhat dark place I sink myself into being everything for my mistress. I move in, start handing over my paychecks (but I get an allowance of $110 week). I’ve committed myself to her and have now signed a contract.
FINANCIAL PLANNING
So here is where my head is. On one hand I work hard 50 hours/week and make pretty good money, and although I owe it to my mistress every week she treats me pretty well. She had even established a little game (more like gambling), which I use to love to do before I was a fucking slave whore. I mentioned before that each day I had to eat her pussy before work. What I didn’t mention was that if I could make her come in under 5 minutes I could earn an extra $25 each morning. With Saturday and Sunday off, that left me just 5 days to earn $150 bucks and at $260 I figured I might actually be able to save a few dollars. Like most things that seemed to good to be true, it was. Of course, it came with a few catches. More like temptations. With all the porn she was making me watch (trust me after awhile it does start to fuck with you a bit), and the level of control she was putting on me each day, I was perpetually horny. I wanted to jerk off constantly, but I couldn’t do it without a price. She had placed a few lines in my contract about “self stimulation fees” and how they were “subject to change upon written notice”.
Fucking deviantly evil and yet I loved her, every bit of her.
So after a few weeks of earning an extra $50 or $75 my mistress put tighter controls on me. I could still earn the money each day but now if I wanted to jerk off it would cost me $100 (each time). I’m not going to lie at first I was devastated I was working hard and thought I was doing a pretty good job of taking care of her. So I politely asked her if she would be willing to let me plead my case. She granted me permission and I was almost in tears talking about all the things I was doing for her, and how I work hard, cook, clean, massage her feet, etc. (more on that later). And after 10-15 minutes she walked up to me (when I spoke to her I always had to be on my knees) and said “slave, just listen to yourself. You don’t do anything for me. You do all of this for you. The only reason you are here is because I’m nice. I know you need this. I’m the one doing you a favor, not the other way around”. ……And that is how it was. When I was wrong I was wrong, and even when I thought I was right, I was also wrong………. In her defense it was for my own good. I needed to stop thinking about my dick.
So I thought if I got more strategic maybe I could masterbate at work, and of all the training she gave me this was by far the hardest. I went from jerking off at least 10x/week to less than 1. I had to if I wanted to save any money. If I didn’t give her an orgasm in under 5 minutes at least 3x/week I could only earn about $185. So if I jerked off twice I actually owed her more money. And trust me that was worse. I’ll explain later.
MAGIC MARKER IS THE WORST INVENTION EVER
Magic marker is the reason I couldn’t jerk off at work. Not only did she know what time I would pee everyday; because I couldn’t go without her permission, but now she was using a glow in the dark Magic marker pattern on my dick each day to determine if I had stroked my cock. She had a little black light lava lamp thing at work and every time I was done pissing I had to do 2 things. The first was put my hands under the lava lamp. If it glowed I got fucking beat, and I mean beat. I mean a 4inch by 4inch square from the back of a hair brush. I also had to show her the unique penis pattern, which changed everyday. And because the marker was invisible I had no idea what it was. If it had rubbed off or even appeared “tampered with” I was never given the benefit of the doubt. If I protested It only got it worse.
And on top of all that she made me save my money in a piggy bank. The same level of detail she brought to work she brought to my training. Nothing was left to chance……………
Part 6 tomorrow….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7uvb4b/mf_how_i_went_from_submissive_coworker_to_slave