I began my training this weekend. This journal is meant to serve as a
chronicle of my lessons.
We had spoken of my submission before, but none too seriously. On those
wine-soaked nights the mere suggestion of Her dominance over me was enough
to banish any alcoholic languor from my loins. She owned me in many ways
already, and knew it. Upon inflaming me with Her hissing whispers of
command, She would lever herself up onto me and thrust Her sex in my face.
I lapped at it greedily, thrilled by Her offering. It was never long
before Her come spurted into my mouth and onto my neck. I longed to drink
all of it, to swallow all of what She had given me. These dalliances
aside, we had gone no further, until now.
Perhaps though sheer repetition of my desires, She eventually acqiuesced
and agreed to take me into Her service. Her summons came in the form of an
email, instructing me of my duties for our inaugural session. Allow me to
excerpt it here, as it titillated me in the extreme, only hardening my
resolve to serve fervently and without complaint. Among Her instructions:
You are to be well-groomed; I like my men in shirts and ties and to have a
pleasing scent. I would like you to wear a pair of black women’s panties
of a silky, pleasing material. This is not negotiable, and I expect to be
obeyed.
My mind was aghast at Her request, but my cock was not. Thinking of my
manhood draped in silken panties coaxed drops of pre-come from my glans. I
immediately began to consider the acquisition of this garment. My tumescence
was only increased when I knew that I would puchase a thong for myself, to
better please Her by humiliating myself. I read on:
I know your ass has never been fucked properly and I know how badly
you want it. If you please me tonight, I will put on my thick purple dick
and ride you until you are sore and exhausted. It excites me to think of
you beneath me, experiencing the sweet pain of having your ass opened.
This put me into a daze from which I am unsure I have recovered. I
trembled with anticipation as images flashed rapidly through my head. What
would be asked of me? Would Her phallus dwarf my own, hanging menacing as
a claymore to be sheathed in me? My lips strained about it in an O,
desparately trying to take all of Her in my mouth. I felt the head of Her
ersatz cock penetrating my ass, sinking in like a barb. Then the rest of
it, opening me, filling me. I nearly swooned, simply reading text on a
screen. Whatever She asked, I would serve without question and without
complaint. I knew that much.
As I finished reading, She emerged and instantly knew that I had read the
message, and was Hers. We sat on the couch, both of us crackling as if
with electricity. She rubbed my cock through my pants, smiling at the
pre-come already showing through. With Her palm She rapped my member
sharply. In rhythm, She slapped again and again until I was close to
orgasm. She rose, and beckoned me into the bedroom. Stripping naked, She
lay back and bade me place my hands on the bed and pleasure Her with my
mouth. Gladly I obeyed, and tasted Her sweet juices. She was as excited
as I. She climaxed quickly as I lapped at Her clit. Sated, She sat up and
looked at me. “Don’t forget about me while you’re out doing your errands.”
With that, She coated Her hand in Her own pussy juice and rubbed it all
about my mouth and face. I thanked Her and went off, smelling Her. It was
delicious. I had been marked, and I wore my mark with pride.
I busied myself with my duties, but time could not pass quickly enough. I
checked into the hotel and arranged the wine and chocolate She had
requested. As time crawled I fantasized about serving Her, about being
fucked deep and hard. I did my best to put those thoughts aside and
returned home to wait.
When I could stand it no longer, I showered and dressed. The thong panties
slid onto me like handcuffs. No longer my own man, I was now Hers. The
drive to the hotel was a blur. The whiskey I drank was tasteless. The
pornography on the television was not arousing in the slightest. Without
Her I could feel nothing, pleasure nor pain.
Her arrival was like lightning to me, illuminating everything that before
had been dark. I began to tremble as I looked upon Her in the doorway,
clad in a black suit that clung to Her like liquid night. Her face was
beauty itself, Her lips dark and severe, Her eyes smoky and brooding. Dark
nylons, and black heels that glinted sharp as speartips in my eyes. I
knew I had made the right choice. I wanted nothing more than to belong to
Her.
That fecund moment was sundered as She glided to me.
“Strip, but leave your underwear on.”
I did, eagerly. So it began, I naked save for a silken thong, She armored
in power and restrained malevolence. I learned much in little time. To
present myself when kneeling, chest first, then my cock, with hands on
thighs. Then bent forward with my forehead on the carpet, presenting my
ass. Blindfolded, I felt the kiss of Her lash on my ass and balls for
every inadequacy I exhibited.
Soon I was bid to present my ass while on the bed. I felt cool drops of
lube drip between my cheeks and over my asshole. Shivering with
anticipation, I ground my head into the mattress and thrust my ass higher
in the air. She began to massage my anus, and soon inserted Her finger.
I moaned.
“Do you like that, pet?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She moved Her finger back and forth inside me as I mewled in pleasure. I
rocked back on Her finger to push it in all the way.
“That’s a good pet.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
A shudder of ecstacy gripped me as She withdrew Her finger.
“Present.”
I did. Clamps were affixed to my nipples and scrotum, and I waited,
expectant. Faint rustlings stirred my imagination as my Mistress prepared
Her next lesson.
“Get down on the floor, on your knees.”
As soon as I complied, She removed my blindfold. She had doffed Her suit,
and wore lacy black lingerie that lifted Her breasts high. The harmony of
the ebony lace, Her pale glowing skin, and fiery red hair stunned me with
awe. I nearly crumpled when I gaze at Her crotch and saw the shiny jut of
a curved purple cock.
“Suck it, pet.”
I needed no coaxing, taking the entire phallus in my wet mouth. I sucked
hers as She had mine, when we were merely lovers. Desparate to be a good
pet and hungry for my Mistress’ cock, I took it until I gagged, and then I
took it some more. I grasped the base and licked at the tip, then slowly
along the shaft.
“That’s very nice, pet,” She cooed. Darkness descended again as my
blindfold was reapplied.
“Up on the bed, presenting your ass.”
The time had come. I was trembling as I got up on the bed and offered my
virgin ass to my Mistress. Warmth spread through me as I considered the
gift of my ass to Her. I regretted only that She could take it virgin but
once.
All introspection was banished as the now-familiar drip of lube caressed my
hole again. I felt the rounded tip of Her cock test my entrance before She
slid the entire rod inside me. She began to fuck my ass with a practiced
rhythm that I quickly adopted. After several minutes (perhaps it was more;
I had no real grasp of time) She withdrew.
“Do you want a bigger one?”
“Oh yes, Mistress. Please.”
A smack.
“Please Mistress.”
“Good pet.”
I waited, ass in the air, the cool breeze of the air conditioner tickling
me delightfully. Her return was quick, and without preface a thicker rod
was shoved into me. Moaning assent, my Mistress fucked me with a more
urgent rhythm. Perhaps She was spurred by my inchoate groans. The thick
cock filled me amply, and my Mistress’ thrusting was exquisite. Sweat
stood out on my skin, and I felt droplets striking me from above. We were
a single being, linked by an absurdly purple tether. At that time I
offered Her everything, I completely gave up ownership of myself. Waves of
pleasure radiated through me, as much from the joy of being completely
possessed as from any physical sensation.
As She owned me our rhythm became more perfect as She pushed my head forward, down onto the bed. The slight shift in angle drove Her cock more deeply into me, an arrow burying itself in my prostate, quivering. White light exploded before my eyes as I came, launching thick ropes of semen from my throbbing red cock. I moaned wordlessly, shuddering, Her rod of office still pistoning deep into me.
She laughed. It was not a laugh of mirth, but of triumph, of her own pleasure in complete and total ownership of her pet, body and soul.
She slid out of me and gently pushed me down onto the bed. I collapsed bonelessly into the hot come I’d recently expelled. I lay there in that sultry fluid, panting, my sphincter still pulsing.
Then, Her voice, “Now you see how it will be. Good pets are rewarded, with this. Never again will you feel this pleasure, without complete servitude to Me. Never again will you come, except when fucked by Me. Never again will you penetrate, you will only be penetrated. Tell me you understand.”
My heart knew only one word in that moment. Yes.
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