Author Commentary- Not feeling very motivated today but I’m going to work my way through it. My (by proxy) is not here at the moment. I could use some slave work in Charlotte. :) who needs me? Joke, sort of….ok let’s get to work.
And by the way….this is not a watersport fetish post. )Not that I have an issue with that, because I’m not one to judge) But if you have read my previous chapters this is not all my mistress is about. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did………….
So now that I have begun my toilet training I’m in a pretty good place. At least 3x per week I wake up to my mistress letting me drink her pee at night, the rest of the time mistress sleeps thru the night and I have to patiently wait until she wakes up in the morning before I’m allowed to take a drink. But, after she uses my mouth as a urinal each morning, takes her first sip of coffee, and nods her approval, I’m also allowed to enjoy a cup of coffee as well. In addition, although I wouldn’t want it to be the only thing I drink each day, I was actually starting to look forward to it. The selfish side of me enjoyed being underneath her of course, but the fact that she lets me have a cup of coffee while she sends a few early emails was extremely gratifying for me.
I’ll admit, the thought crossed my mind that she was perhaps doing all of this just to see how far she could push it, but I was hoping it was because she loved me. So I just kept working at it.
I was also starting to feel like maybe she was getting turned on by me being her personal urinal. And the positive reinforcement she was giving me every time she did it was an additional motivating factor in my desire to do it. I’ll never forget the first time she said, “Oh my god you are such a good fucking slave boy.” It turned me on……..a lot…….and it was very motivating….This however is also another one of those times where I think she was learning what a completely submissive whore I was becoming under her direction, so she just went with it.
I say this Because At first she would wipe and allow me get up to toss the toilet paper in the trash. Then she progressed to letting me lick her dry. But the first time she wiped and then stuffed it in my mouth and told me to chew it up and swallow it I begged her to let me cum. (And remember this is something I’m not even really into.) It didn’t bother me one bit that I had to pay her $100. Some people might laugh, but it didn’t bother me at all. Mistress had re-taught me that their were plenty of guys that would take their girlfriends or wives to expensive dinners, come home expecting to have sex only to find out their wives had a “headache”, or it was “that time of the month”, so they would end up jerking off anyway. And to make it worse they were doing it by sneaking around behind the woman’s back. I on the other hand got to do it in her presence. Once again she was right.
Anyway, I hadn’t cum in 12 or 13 days at the time and it felt amazing.
The only other completely outrageous thing that happened during our first year happen during Xmas. And she still hadn’t been given the price I would need to pay in order to have sex with her. The few times I was granted permission to ask her sexual questions she fucking abuse me. Really good. So, I was starting to fear asking her again; which completely sucked, because I was beyond obsessed with feeling her on my cock. I know that is selfish to say, but I use to fuck my fiancé all the time……and we had great sex…so I admit it, there were times when I was still putting my needs in front of hers. (She would not be happy to see that).
But, when I was tied down to that chair on Saturday and Sunday; those times when I was forced to watch femdoms ride their slaves, I was so envious. But then I would remember that my mistress was a virgin and perhaps didn’t crave, or need my cock at all, which in turn would depress me so I blocked it out.
(CHRIST)MAS
As I mentioned earlier, and because i spoiled my last gift early, my next opportunity to get any presents was during Xmas. Because my family was dis-functional and lived 800 miles away we only had to consider her parents. I had met them on a few occasions and my mistress began introducing me as her boyfriend in their presence, which felt amazing by the way. The plan was to celebrate Christmas Eve with her mom and dad at the loft. I was pretty excited about the idea that Xmas would be relatively normal. I’d have the night off, to just eat dinner and open gifts as a “family”. My mistress had other plans.
On the afternoon of Wednesday the 23rd I was summoned to the TV room for my instructions. I would make Prime Rib, mashed potatoes, green beans (check, check, check) were my thoughts. She then pulled out a shopping list (gifts for mom/dad, me, and her). I only had about $360 saved up and wanted to give Mistress whatever she desired, but couldn’t. But once again she was great about it and put just a few items totaling about $120 on her “From you to me list”. The stuff for me, and her mom/dad(dad didn’t really want anything) she gave me money for. As a side note I would get so horny when she would reach into her purse and give me money. It was the control of it all I guess.
I’ll jump ahead a bit and say dinner went just fine, minus her being a little demeaning, which her parents probably enjoyed. After all watching me wait on mistress hand and foot made it seem like I really cared about their daughter, which of course I did. The day before I had managed to get everything on the list (mom wanted a new vacuum cleaner and mistress wanted a Panda pendant (she loves Pandas). I would get a Victoria Secret gift card (because they had a men’s cologne that I loved) at least that was the story. I gave all the items to mistress and she offered to wrap the gifts while I was cooking dinner.
So after dessert we moved to the couch to open our gifts. Mom and dad opened their gift first and I was confused from the start because it was in this little box. So she opens the gift and the Panda Pendant is inside. I’m thinking “shit, I’m in trouble”. But then mom smiled and pinned it on her chest and said “I love it” thank you honey. At this point I’m confused, Mistress of course was not. She told me to open my gift next and when a giant box was placed in front of me I knew something was wrong. When I tore open the package I had a glorious new Vacuum cleaner in front of me. It was embarrassing and to make it worse mistress said “I got you the one you were going on and on about when we were at Bed, Bath &Beyond last week. Her father looked at me like I was an asshole, it was not good. But what happened next was way worse. Mistress grabbed her gift and it said from me to her, but considering the box size and pendant gift had been opened I was scared. That was nothing……………………..
She opened the box and it was the worst thing you could imagine it was a female vagina. Yep……….one that you fuck……….she looked at me and said “what is this?” Considering she had done set this up it I wanted to ask her the same thing but I couldn’t. So fast on my feet I said “oh my god that was the gag gift for my friend Johns bachelor party, I must have labeled them wrong, look around” she picked up the Victoria Secret box and said is this for me. I said “yes that’s yours I’m do sorry”. Thinking maybe she had put the Victoria Secret gift card originally intended for me in the box (which wasn’t great, but better than a vagina). She opened the box and there was a sexy bra, thigh highs and crotch less panties in there. I was honestly speechless. Her parents being religious were not comfortable, they looked angry and confused, so minutes later they left. Knowing she had staged this entire thing was bad enough but then she kept it going. She said “slave you are in a lot of trouble and to think I was thinking about letting you stick the tip of your cock in my pussy later.” She pause “not now, not anymore”. “Put on your new lingerie, clean the kitchen and meet me in the tv room.” When I arrived she bound my hands together above my head and attached to rope over the ceiling vent. She proceeded to rape my ass “man pussy” with what felt like a 9 inch cock. It had to be the biggest thing I had ever taken up until that point, every time she trusted that dick inside me it slid up and back on my prostate I know pre-cum was pouring out my dick. Mistress was relentless. I tried apologizing. I said “I’m sorry Mistress, I’m sorry I screwed up (even though I hadn’t and she knew it). She yelled in my ear “Why would you humiliate me like that? In front of my parents nonetheless.” I swallowed my pride and said “because I’m a fucking idiot that can’t follow instructions” she said “that’s right good boy. And because you are good at not following instructions you see that vacuum cleaner. I want you to attach the circular extender, insert your penis and turn it on”. At this point I was scared, horny, confused, and most of all compliant. I stuck my rock hard dick into that wider circular piece and flipped the switch.” But nothing happened…..Mistress laughed at me, called me whore and whispered something horrifying. “You will never fuck me……………ever…………Merry Xmas.” And she handed me the vagina gift from earlier and said “have fun”. And because I was beaten down I picked it up and fucked it. Like the whore I was, and the obediently willing slave I was becoming. It was fantastic, it was devious, and I was more in love with my owner than I was the day before……….And it my demented mind it didn’t matter that she just told me I would never fuck her. I was committed to working even harder than before.
Part 9 – An observation takes shape
It’s so hard not to skip ahead and tell my entire story and I have so many things I could write about. I’m pretty sure I could probably write 50 chapters…..maybe more……..I’m not even sure how long I will be writing just yet but I promise to explain at a later date.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7vonku/mf_how_i_went_from_submissive_coworker_to_slave
Oh man… Hoping for part 9 as soon as you feel like writing more.
Thanks.