A few days ago I began to run through my life/situation and how I got here and while every decision led to another and then another, there are a few days that are just different or bigger. This Part of my life………..I guess you can say is one of them.
DECISION TIME ….so I thought
To state the obvious; on one hand I’ve hit the Lottery and on the other I’m in a huge jam, of my own doing. In an effort never to prejudge I’ll let you decide which is the lottery and which is the jam, because only those that have ever wanted two equal, but very different things at the same time, truly understand where I’m coming from.
Maybe I ended up where I was going to all along, or maybe I chose my fate thru all my prior decisions. Call it a straight line, a wrong/right turn or a course correction that led to the weekend in question. What happened…….happened……….I like to hold on to the belief that I ended up with what I needed, and that we end up with the life we ask for, even if don’t think we are asking.
VALANTINE’S DAY MASSACRE
Yes that is really what the event is called and it was held in Charlotte. My fiancé and I had decided to go; and having gone the year prior we had a pretty good time. Think of it as a rave meets techno pop meets alternate lifestyle event. We had not “dressed up” or played a part in the event the year prior and were not planning on it this year either. We arrived about 8pm Becky (fiancé) grabbed a glass of Pinot, and I went with Kettle One on the rocks. As I mentioned in a previous chapter Becky always like girls as well, she was Bi-sexual, but she wasn’t open about it, having been raised in a more conservative household. She was smoking hot and many guys would say “I out kicked my coverage” which is a nice way of saying she was better looking than me. Maybe that was true but considering how hot she was that never bothered me as few were as pretty as her. She was 5’6 120lbs nice b cups and that wasn’t even the best part. Her legs, her ass, and even her “box” as we referred to it were amazing. And just as I had discovered some things I had wanted sexually, so had Becky. The only difference is that she discovered them years earlier.
Sometime around 10pm fate walks thru the door. My mistress, Andrea, and another person I had never met. I wanted to leave on the spot, but Becky had gone to the bathroom (fate again I guess who knows). I turned my back to the door and stood by one of those 2 person tables you see at Weddings when you are chowing down scallops wrapped n bacon. Mistress noticed me first and tapped me on the shoulder. I let her know right away that Becky was here and to please not say anything or do anything, and perhaps most importantly make me do anything. She fucked with me for a minute, and then send ok. I wasn’t convinced but as I said before I trusted her. After all she had led me this far. In addition, she had a certain control over me that prohibited me from pushing the issue, not because of the game we had been playing but because I had actually put her on a pedestal.
Becky returned from the bathroom and I introduce Lori (mistress), Andrea, and this guy Jackson. I could tell right away that he was there for the guys so no issues there. Not that I needed any other things to juggle I just thought it was worth mentioning. We all talked about work for a few minutes and then separated. Things were going just fine when about an hour in Andrea was dancing with Becky. This is probably a good time to mention that Andrea was pretty easy on the eyes as well. Dark hair about 5’3″ punk like black hair and nice blue eyes, she was striking no doubt about it. But between Becky and my mistress Lori (for those that may not remember she is small 5’0″ 97lbs nice firm full A’s) jet black hair and irresistible, I had enough on my plate.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that there was an attraction going on between Andrea and Becky. They were getting pretty close, drinks were flowing, and they started kissing out on the dance floor. Lori had been with 2 other girls during our relationship, both in my presence, and neither was all that serious. We had spoken in the past about “what if scenarios” and we had agreed that if the right situation came along I could participate but that she just couldn’t accept me penetrating another female. I accepted that and understood the potential consequences, and the way I saw it was that I already had it better than 99% of guys anyway so why fly to close to the sun? At least that is what I use to say before bending over and taking in the ass like the fucking bitch that my mistress had turned me into).
So at this point I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, my mind was scrambled trying to dissect what might happened. Ten minutes later Becky jumps off the dance floor to tell me that she just kissed Andrea (like I wasn’t watching). I played it cool and said “yeah I saw that”. She asked me to grab her another glass of wine and my mistress just had to chime in with “yes, grab me a Pinot also bitch boy”. I ignored it and walked away. When I returned with the wine Becky had gone to the bathroom. This gave Lori her first chance to fuck with my head. She started whispering in my ear that she was going to sit on face later, and making me suck her dick (that is what she called her strap on). I wanted her bad, very bad. What neither of us knew at that point what, where, and with whom this was going? That I’m sure off.
When Becky had been gone for another 15 minutes I was starting to wonder where she was. Although I wanted to protest Lori said she would go check to see if she was in the bathroom. (As told to me later she walked in and saw Andrea going down on my fiancé Becky who was sitting on the counter). It’s funny to think back on this now because it’s the only time I can recall my mistress thinking she had the upper hand when she didn’t. Mistress started poking at me a bit and in hindsight I think it was because she did actually have feelings for me but she would probably deny it.
When Becky returned she looked worried and asked to speak to me in private. She had broken one of our “rules” in that she hooked up with another girl without me being present and it’s selfish for me to say this (all things considered) but,………. I was angry. In my warped world she didn’t know I was turning into a slave for my mistress. In my world she was cheating on me.
As she was apologizing to me she said that Andrea invited us BOTH back to her place for a threesome. It was perfect…………..except that it wasn’t. I’ll skip most of the soap opera drama but let’s just say My mistress was not down with any of it. She was really mad at Andrea for suggesting it, she was a little mad at Becky for God knows what, she was certainly mad for not being a part of it, and I had been warned that if I did this it was over.
These were my choices……..bottom line….
At this point I’m going to attempt to give the potential outcomes.
A. Becky and I just go home. Walk out now and deal with tomorrow when tomorrow comes. This scenario in a sober frame of mind would have probably been the path of least resistance.
B. Live out my dream scenario and go home with Andrea and Becky, and wake up with the realization that it would be fleeting because my mistress would see to it that it was over for Becky and Is
C. Tell my wife I’m not feeling it with Andrea and tell her I don’t want to do it.
I chose C. The problem however is that we weren’t sober. So Becky is pissed. She is screaming at me about how I bug her all the time about finding a girl and bringing her into a 3some and here it is and I’m saying no, and how she really wants this?, and how hot Andrea is……on and on it went.
At this point my mistress is pissed at Andrea and tells her that she is not catching a ride home with her. So as Andrea starts to leave my fiancé follows her out. After a lot of drama that I don’t care to mention my fiancé got in the car with Andrea and left. She fucking chose Andrea over me. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the experience, maybe she was more in to Andrea or girls in general than I thought……….who knows? For all I know she is cathartically writing about it as I do today. Either way it was over. Destination wedding off all of it. I could write a few chapters on that 1 week alone, but not here and not today. She packed up her things the following weekend and moved back to Virginia.
AND SO IT BEGAN
So I packed up my pinball machine head and walked back into the club that night and although it was fleeting 2 damaged souls had only each other. I was free of the burden of wanting 2 different women, but I was now completely and irreparably bonded to another. It was ironic, it was dark………. Very dark. I gave into it though. I went at it full throttle. In those 6 months my mistress could have told me to suck a guys dick and drink his cum from a glass and I would have done it………thanked her…..and then made her and the guy dinner. I wasn’t broken, but I was damaged. It was just my needs, wants and desires had exploded and what popped out when the dust settled was her. And maybe if it had been a different time or a different place under different circumstances I may have ended it. Or maybe not…….
I would love to tell you that she was a professional, because maybe that would make for great story but the facts are what they are. She was 22 when it began, and the best thing I can tell you is just as much as I was a natural submissive, she was a natural dominant. It was probably 30% learning on the fly, 70% Genetic dominance.
3-6 MONTHS
Sometime around the 4 month mark I was finally handed a contract. I was eager to both read and sign it, mostly because I was constantly desperate to prove my loyalty and devotion to her. I was being reshaped, molded into whatever she needed. The best way to prove what my mistress meant to me was to end my apartment lease and move into her Uptown loft. In addition, at least at this point we were both doing fairly well at work so the 2 incomes helped my Owner.
My mistress handled all the finances and I was required to deposit my check in her account each week. She did put a small allowance aside for me each week just in case I was allowed to buy something I wanted (but I did have to clear it with her first). There was soon to be another more dominant reason as well.
I cooked and cleaned (in thigh highs and heels) and I’m not ashamed to admit it, if she told me to do it that was good enough for me. However, kinks started to emerge that bothered my mistress and I was about to pay the price.
WHATS IT WORTH.
At some point after I started signing over my check she incorporated a little game into my training. I suspect that Once my Mistress new I was a sex addict, that also happened to worship her; she began to use me to satisfy her sexual cravings more than normal, or should I say exploit them.
Forget the fact that I was required to get up early everyday (without exception), make her coffee; wash and shave her in the shower; massage her feet under the table while she ate breakfast; and of course eat her pussy every morning before work, (And I mean every morning. I can not recall a single morning off), but she began to do 2 things that I was hesitant about at the time but I trusted her completely so again I did not dare question.
She would later tell me that she noticed a subtle difference in my desire to please her in the days following the permission she gave to jerk off, albeit limited, but she said it was best that I learn now that my desires were more in making her happy, and less about me selfishly obsessing about jerking off for 5 seconds of ecstasy. She was right, as she always was, but I wasn’t ready to stop either.
(This is where you will see why my owner is a goddess).
Instead of restricting my ability to cum completely on the weekends, she began making me strip naked so she could tie me to a chair in front of the TV. She would then stream slave porn for me to watch, over and over again. (Again, This was on Saturday and Sunday only beginning at 10:30am).
Not that I need to defend my owner but it was for my own good because she knew I would play with myself if she didn’t restrain me. Who wouldn’t? She would fire up streaming porn channel and leave me there while she went out for the day. I have no idea where she would go on Saturdays, but she would come home at about 2pm so I had enough time to fix her lunch. The only other exception to this routine was that every once in awhile she would go to church with her parents on Sunday. Yes CHURCH. More on that later. So I had to go out early and pick up Bagels. Because after services they would actually come back to the house. To account for the fact that I was restrained, my mistress would leave church a few minutes early so she could untie me from the chair (under the guise that she was buying bagels of course). It was that same sneaky eroticism that I misread in her way back when we met. But Needless to say most Saturday’s and Sunday’s, the moment she came home, words can not describe how obedient I was. I imagine I felt like a dog probably feels, and I guarantee I was just as loyal. It was twisted and I loved it………………….Those few hour, one off Sunday’s, were the only time I was equal to her and I hated it. Mostly because I was afraid that I might screw something up, or say the wrong thing. That being said, do you have any idea how hot it was dressing her for church before getting in that chair?
Part 5 – Later if I have time.
Sorry for all the back story to get here. I hope it’s worth it. I didn’t want to leave out how I got here…..it does gets more sexual from here.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7uscdh/mf_how_i_went_from_submissive_coworker_to_slave
Great read! Please keep on.