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Owned Part Two

(Read part one [here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ydd18u/owned_mf_ds_2040/))

It had been a week since that night. That night where you knelt, served, submitted. You had spent a month in that house, held in voluntary slavery, all leading up to that moment.

When you woke the next morning you felt different. Changed. As you looked in the mirror at your ruined make up you questioned yourself. Had you really turned into a… you couldn’t complete the thought. You stripped off the dirty lingerie you had slept in and washed your body clean. And left.

The days had crept by, first in novelty at being home, then the familiar boredom of normal life. You caught up with friends (telling them you had been travelling), set about chores and went to bars. The occasional guy had hit on you but you knew they wouldn’t be able to satisfy you now.

At night, alone with your thoughts, you remembered how you had felt that night. How he had stood behind you, how you had melted at his words, the taste of him, the quivering of your thighs as you masturbated afterwards. Your cheeks burned with shame. Read more »

I used to make girls cum on Omegle when I was younger

I always wondered if those guys jerking off openly on cam ever got any attention. Enough people seemed to be doing it that there must have been a reason?

That wasn’t really my MO though. I always went on fully clothed and with my face showing. I always told myself I was just going on to meet people from all over the world, and it was true. I had some fun conversations with all kinds of people.

But I must admit the most fun ones were with the girls I met. I really got an ego boost from when they stopped to chat with me. I look a little like a certain pop star and they’d always point it out. It annoyed me at first but then I realised it was probably a good thing.

I’m a quiet guy in person but I can be pretty flirty and charming when the pressure is off. Knowing that there were basically no consequences for saying the wrong thing emboldened me a bit and I’d really push the envelope flirting with them. To my surprise they’d always be smiling and laughing even when my jokes were (in my opinion) terrible. Read more »

Controlling a redditor’s vibrator, then her mind

Probably about 6-8 months ago I was going through a phase where I wanted to stop watching so much porn but I was still far too horny. I started posting on some of the personal subs offering to dirty talk with any women that wanted to.

Honestly I think I’m pretty good at it, and knowing there’s another person on the other end makes it so much more exciting. Plus I get to practice my writing and sometimes the girls put ideas in my head I’d never have thought of alone.

I made a post one day where I included that I am Irish. I usually do that since you have to mention location but I didn’t think it made much difference. being Irish is… well, normal to me. Sometimes you make a post and get nothing back so I got on with my day not expecting much more, until I felt my phone vibrate.

She was an American, which didn’t surprise me, most redditors are. She told me she had developed a fetish for British accents after sleeping with a British guy years ago but had never met anyone who could fulfil her fetish since. Honestly I don’t think British and Irish accents even sound very similar but I went along with it anyway since I was having fun. Read more »

Owned [M/F] [D/S] [20-40]

It had seemed like a good idea then. Just a few months over the summer, for a years rent and tuition. You’d slept around before, so, what’s the difference really? Why not get a little something out of it? After all, you’d seen the pictures of the house, seen the list of duties. It wasn’t too much. Groceries would be delivered weekly.

Still, when the contract came in the post, as the ink dried in front of you, as you slipped it into the box to be returned… a little prickle of anxiety began to build. As the days crawled past it began to take root, building into butterflies. You checked the mail every day as instructed, and a little wash of warm relief spread over you every time it the box was empty.

You started to wonder if it was all a joke, a prank maybe? After all, who would rent a woman like this? You told yourself this, every morning, as you opened the mailbox, until you believed it.
Until you were certain.
Until you saw it.

Your heart leapt into your mouth. Inside the envelope a letter, and another, smaller package. The letter was made of thick, yellow paper, and handwritten. It addressed you by name. Read more »

Leased part 2 [MF] [Slavery]

Read Leased part 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xns2e5/leased/)

It had finally come. The day you would meet the Master. You had the same feeling as in the beginning, when you’d eagerly signed up for something, then the worry crept in. That you’d bitten off more than you could chew.

You thought about those notes you had written him. What you had said. How you admitted to pleasuring yourself in his bed, and what you were prepared to do next. How could you have been so stupid. What if this man is nothing like you imagined.

Your daily package of clothing was waiting outside the door. It was wrapped, this time. You chose not to look inside until you were finished your tasks for the day.

Time seemed to stretch out, and compress at once. You knew every tick of the house’s many clocks brought you closer to the dilemma you were churning over in your mind already. Every tick reminded you of that final scratch of the pen, as you signed the contract.

You could have left. That was permitted. And half the money was yours already. That was so much more than you could have made in this time, at a normal job. No, the money wasn’t holding you back. Read more »

Leased

It had seemed like a good idea then. Just a few months over the summer, for a years rent and tuition. You’d slept around before, so, what’s the difference really. Why not get a little something out of it.

After all, you’d seen the pictures of the house, seen the list of duties. It wasn’t too much. Groceries would be delivered weekly.

Still, when the contract came in the post, as the ink dried in front of you, as you slipped it into the box to be returned… a little prickle of anxiety began to build. As the days crawled past it began to take root, building into butterflies. You checked the mail every day as instructed, and a little wash of warm relief spread over you every time it the box was empty.

You started to wonder if it was all a joke, a prank maybe? After all, who would rent a woman like this? You told yourself that every morning as you opened the mailbox, until you believed it. Until you were certain. Until you saw it.

Your heart leapt into your mouth. Inside the envelope a letter, and another, smaller package. The letter was made of thick, yellow paper, and handwritten. It addressed you by name. Read more »