PyroJack
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When I first met my wife, we had a number of things to overcome. First was our 17 year age difference. The second was her self-esteem problem. Last was her weight problem.
We met at a kink convention. I took her from another Dom. Literally took her. He wasn’t guiding her, wasn’t helping her, he was merely using her as a whipping tool and he was in such a rage that he was going to hurt her. You could see on her face that she didn’t like it and that she wanted help. Since I was the DM (Dungeon Master) I stepped in. He claimed I’d overstepped my bounds, but I’d had plenty of experience and the Con management backed me up.
Part of the reason was that Management knew she “wasn’t my type,” so his cries of me wanting to “steal a valuable slave” were pretty bogus. While I’m no Adonis, I liked my submissives to have confidence. I liked them with curves, but not overweight. Meghan was 5’ 3” and weighed well over 200 lbs. I did think she had a very pretty face, though.
Oak, her supposed Dominant, stormed out of the dungeon (and convention) with his entourage of hapless little submissive-sycophants in tow. Meghan stayed obediently next to me until the dungeon closed down and then assisted me with cleanup. It was then that we noticed she didn’t have any clothes. Oak had walked off with them when he checked out.
I sighed and ordered a robe to be charged to my room and took her up there. I showered and, when I came out, found her curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed. Covering her, I went to sleep, figuring I’d talk to her further in the morning.
We both woke up around 10 am.
“Go shower, Meghan.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Call me Josh, Meghan. I haven’t earned that title with you yet.”
“Yes, Ma-, Josh, Sir!”
“Before you go…,” I said, stopping her at the door. I asked what size clothes she wore. She blushed heavily as she told me and I called a friend of mine to see if she could scrounge up some clothes for this lady. Carrie is a good soul and knew what had happened. She was at my door about an hour later with all sorts of “donated” items for Meghan to wear. When Carrie brought the items in, Meg burst into tears.
“Josh,” said Carrie, after comforting Meg for about a half-hour while I did my daily toiletry, “I don’t think anyone has shown her kindness in a long time.”
“I don’t think so either,” I said. “But what do I do with her?”
Carrie laughed. “Take her home with you!”
“Carrie, I don’t do 24/7. I like being alone. Besides, my place is only 800 square feet!”
“Hey, you took in this stray when you tangled with Oak. It’s your problem now!”
And so it was.
We drove by Oak’s place on our way home and found much of her stuff in the garbage pile. We salvaged what we could, put it in the trunk and drove the 790 miles to my place in North Carolina. Meghan was quiet most of the way, going through her stuff little-by-little and cleaning off the trash that had been thrown on it and tossing out the items he’d ruined beyond repair.
One thing she spent a great deal of time cleaning was a picture frame. In it was a couple dressed for a high school prom. The young woman in it was a gorgeous and accompanied by an older guy.
“Who’s the babe?” I asked, trying to start up a conversation. Meghan burst into tears again, crying for a good 10 minutes. I reached over and began to rub her neck, which calmed her a little. She stared out the window for almost a half hour before she began to talk.
“That was a picture of me from 6 years ago,” she said, holding up the prom pic again. “That was my boyfriend, Jared. He was a good friend of Oak’s. He sold me to him.”
“Sold you?” I asked, aghast.
“Yes, for five thousand dollars. He owed some pusher for dope that had been stolen and Oak offered it to him if he could have me. Word had it that it was Oak that stole the dope in the first place, just so he could get to me.”
“Jesus, girl!”
“I know. Jared was the one who got me into the whole submissive thing, but it was Oak that trained me to be a slave. At first, it was good, because he’d let me get high all the time. He knew I liked rough sex, bondage and stuff because Jared told him about me. Jere and I had been lovers for four years by that time, though he was a good 6 years older than me.
"Jared got me into it by tying me up one day after watching a racy movie. He took my virginity and I ended up scratching the hell out of his back during sex. The next time, he bound my arms and wrists to his bedposts when he fucked me and I had three powerful orgasms rip through me, along with dozens of little tremors. I liked sex and I liked being tied up, so he kept doing it. He'd bind me and fuck met everywhere and every chance we got.
"Eventually, we ended up going to few parties at Oak’s house and he let us play in his dungeon as long as he could watch. I found out later that he’d taken videos of us until he found out I wasn't out of school yet."
I shook my head as she continued. “On my birthday, we celebrated at Oak’s place. Again, we got high and Jare said he wanted to do something special. He said he wanted to make me the star of the party. I’d never done it in front of a bunch of people before and I was shy, so I gave Jared a hard time. Oak told him he would show him 'how to take charge of an uppity submissive’ and just tied me up and tore or cut my clothes off me and had Jared fuck me while he recorded it. It both humiliated me and excited me.”
“You liked it, then?”
“I liked... some of it,” she said. “...well, a lot of it, actually. I don’t mind the rough stuff in private but, after that, Jared got the idea that, since he was the Dom, I should do what pleases him, regardless of whether I liked it or not. Because of him, I didn't go to college, even though I had a scholarship.”
“You know that’s wrong, don’t you?”
“I do now. Oak let me go to the seminars when we attended kink conventions and I talked to other submissives as well. I heard your lecture two years ago on Dominance and Loving and I heard you say all the things that I actually believed deep in my heart.
“When I told Oak about it, he laughed and said that ‘uppity slaves shouldn’t get silly ideas like that put in their head!’ and he whipped me until I bled. I got all sorts of infections from it because it was a whip he’d used on someone else and I ended up in the hospital and then had to take all these drugs to combat the infections. It was bad. I ended up putting on weight and getting depressed.
“The weight-gain pissed Oak off the most. He’d lost his “cute little toy” as he liked to call me.
"At first, he tried to keep me from eating, but I would find ways to get food. Several of his submissives felt sorry for me then. After I got to 180, he threw me out of his bed and ordered me to find other girls to bring home and for him to seduce. When he found Tabitha and Clarisse, he demoted me to Scullery slave. I cleaned up after everyone and cooked. So I ate even more. Now I’m just a fat, old, ugly whore that no one wants!”
“That’s not true,” I said, but we both knew that was a meaningless phrase and we were silent for a long while.
“Meghan,” I began again, “It’s not looks that makes a person attractive; it’s their attitude, their self-confidence. Hell, look at me! I’m overweight as well and not all that good looking. Carrie, the Domme you met, weighs almost as much as you do! In fact, I think you’re wearing some of her clothes! But she attracts guys like flies because her attitude makes her sexy and desirable!
“You,” I said, tapping the side of her head with my finger, “have to change what you think about yourself inside here. Once you do that, everything else falls into place.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I know that. I also know that you are taking in someone who is broken and I’m sorry I’m putting you through this.”
“STOP!” I barked. She jumped a little. “First of all, I don’t allow pity parties if you’re going to be around me, let alone living in my house. Second, you will be a good excuse for me to begin to work on my own weight problem. You said you cooked for Oak’s household?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. I didn’t correct her this time.
“You’ll cook for the two of us then. I make more than enough to support us both. I just prefer small houses with lots of land – I own 20 acres and a pond, both of which are fairly secluded. What I want you to do is research ways for us to eat well, but healthy. Portion control and stuff. I will coordinate exercise routines through a friend of mine that’s been on my case about it for a few years. Jen will be happy I’m finally doing something.”
“So, you’ll accept me as your slave?” she said quietly.
“Slave? No. Simply as a roommate… for now,” I countered, not saying anything more.
Meghan began to cry.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nobody’s going to want me!” she wailed softly.
“No pity-party, remember?” I told her, still caressing her neck. “Repeat after me…”
I went into a series of affirmations and made her repeat them forcefully. She did so, but reluctantly.
“Meghan, what religion are you?”
“I don’t know. Christian, I suppose. I was raised Catholic, but quit going to church about 10 years ago because it didn’t mean anything to me.”
“I see.”
“Why? What religion are you?”
“I’m an eclectic pagan priest. I actually lead a group, which is why I have that much land. We hold services either around a bonfire or in my barn if it’s raining or cold.”
“Oh… so you’re witches or wiccan or something?”
I laughed. “No… but we incorporate some wiccan philosophy in our teachings, as well as Druidry, Christianity, Buddhism, Native American practices, Daoism and stuff from other belief systems. We have a really diverse group.”
“I see,” she said, thoughtfully, then added, “Are all of them – your parishioners – involved in BDSM?”
I laughed. “We call them ‘grove members’ and no, not all, but some are.”
“Any of them submissives?”
I laughed again. “Do you mean are any of them my submissives?”
“Yes.”
“Three of them are, yes. Jen, who has degrees in nutrition and physical education. She teaches yoga and aerobics at the local health club and is the assistant dietician at the local hospital. The other two are teachers who come to me occasionally to scene when they’re horny with that special itch. No one full time, though. I prefer it that way.”
“So, Jen is your main submissive? Is she pretty much your girlfriend then?”
“I don’t know about the ‘girlfriend’ part – her husband might have something to say about it there. Yes, she could be considered my ‘main’ submissive, though we’ve never defined it like that. She simply likes to scene with me. There's no sex involved.”
“Oh!” She was quiet for a while. “And will you scene with me as well?”
I thought about it. I liked her, but I wanted her to gain some self-esteem first.
“I’ll tell you what. We will make a bet. If we both go on this diet and exercise program, we will have a little competition. If I lose more weight than you each week, then you have to watch Jen and I scene. If you lose more weight than me, then I will scene with you.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, I’m not through. I’d like you to join in on our grove activities for the time being and we will work on your self-esteem as well. I’m not going to force you to participate in anything, but I think our affirmation program will do you some good. We will work out a plan that will be designed to make you feel better about the inner you!”
“Okay.”
I looked over at her and saw that her face had brightened considerably. She’d quit frowning and was smiling slightly now. It made her look very pretty.
I had her draw up a series of 5 affirmations about herself and made her recite them several times a day, out loud. I included her in my morning rituals – something that was very difficult for me to do because it was my personal time. But she stood by my side and caught on to my routine very quickly and was soon participating in the group with ease, rapidly absorbing knowledge about various spiritual practices and helping me write rituals. She was a little shy around Jen at first, but they quickly became fast friends when they started talking about food.
We set up the programs and made each other stick to it. I complained about food portions and she bitched about walking around in “hill country” because of her short legs and Jen laughed at us both. Our weight-loss started out slow and Meghan was losing heart quickly because of her own lack of self-worth. She’d lost only 8 lbs in two months, so, I offered to take it further.
“Meghan, if you lose enough weight to fit into your prom dress again, I’ll give you a night to remember!”
“Really?” she said, her eyes wide as saucers.
“Really,” I affirmed.
I honestly didn’t think she’d be able to do it, but I wanted to give her some incentive. Hell, I’d have done it even if she lost only another 30 lbs or so, just to keep her oriented. As luck would have it, I only got to scene with Jen about once every 4 weeks. Meghan kept beating me.
In a little over a year, I’d lost 48 lbs and almost 6 inches around my waist, but Meghan had lost over 90. Many of the guys in our group began admiring her and talking to her at the socials. She began to garner as much – or more – attention than Jen, mainly because they knew she wasn’t married. This helped her self-esteem to no end and I was proud of that.
We took our walks together, laughed, joked, discussed the various features of the countryside and generally settled in to being good friends. I kept an emotional wall up because I wanted her to develop her own self-esteem and not have it predicated on how I felt about her. It went pretty much as I’d planned and I was pleased with myself.
My place had never been cleaner, more organized or well-decorated than when Meghan was there. She worked wonders in my house, even after Jenny found her a job at the hospital and she could afford to move out on her own if she wished. Instead, she used the money to go to college, yet continued to act as my submissive around the house. But I became cocky in my own weight loss. I’d had my eye on another submissive – a cute little Asian thing that wasn’t a part of our grove - and I began to persue her. Meghan knew about her and warned me that this girl would hurt me. I brushed it off as a bit of jealousy.
“She doesn’t share a lot of your beliefs, Josh,” she told me. “She’s intrigued by your Dominance, but isn’t really into the lifestyle. She just gives it lip-service to sound hip and be “cool” in your eyes. She isn’t honest with you. She says she likes rough sex and stuff, but she’s a manipulating little princess that is trying to wrap you around her finger. You’re just taken in by her physical appearance rather than looking at the person within. She’s gonna hurt you bad. The first time you spank her or really attempt to discipline, she’ll be out the door!”
Sure enough, the first time I spanked Lissa with more than love-taps, she turned on me and gave me what-for. I got pissed and we fought, saying cruel things about each other. After that, I was so angry and disgusted, I barely wanted anything to do with another female – including Meghan, after she’d asked about my side of the bet.
Several weeks later, we were having a social and one of the grove members came up to me.
“Josh?”
“Yeah, Lee?”
“I was wondering,” he said, hesitating.
“About?”
“Well, I know that Meghan lives with you and all…”
“Yes. She’s my roommate.” I almost added “and my submissive,” but I hesitated.
“Well,” continued Lee, “she’s become a real looker over the past year. You’ve worked wonders with her.”
“Thanks, but part of the credit goes to Jen as well.”
“I was wondering though…”
I sighed. “Spit it out, man!”
He smiled, then laughed. “Well, I was wondering… If you aren’t going to claim her, would you mind if I ask her out on a date?”
That stunned me. I hadn’t really thought of Meghan much in a sexual manner, but it all suddenly hit me how much she’d done for me and I found myself being somewhat possessive of her.
“How does she feel about that?” I asked. Lee looked sheepish.
“Well, I sorta asked her and she said I’d have to get your permission. She seemed kinda embarrassed.”
I looked over at Meghan and she gave me a frightened look. I smiled at her as I said to Lee, “Let me chat with her for a moment about it, Lee, and I’ll get back to you about it.”
“Oh gosh, I’m not getting her in trouble, am I? I was the one that asked her, honest, Josh!”
“No,” I said, turning back towards him and putting my hand on his shoulder for reassurance, “she’s not in trouble. She has every right to say yes or no.”
“I know… we sorta figured she was your lady and all, but Jen said that wasn’t what she’d heard, so I figured I’d ask her out and see. She just said I needed to talk to you first.”
“You did right, Lee. I’m sorry I worried you.”
“Thanks, Josh. If you… if she says no, I’ll understand. Everyone knows how she feels about you.”
Everyone? Everyone but me, apparently!
I walked over to Meghan, looking at her for the first time. I mean, really looking at her. Yes, she was the girl in that prom picture, but more mature.
She was now at a little over 110 lbs, with breasts the size of apples, which looked large on her small frame. Her ginger hair had regained its luster and was combed straight. The front bangs were cut so that her hair framed her face. She didn’t use much makeup – mainly eyeliner. She had freckles across the bridge of her nose, naturally rosy cheeks and lips that didn’t need much of anything, though I think she wore gloss. Her legs were long and trim from our walks (which had turned into jogs these past few months). She was lovely. And I’d been ignoring her!
“Can we talk?” I asked her in the most non-threatening manner I could muster. She still looked frightened, though. Meghan nodded and visibly gulped, then too my hand as we went inside.
“Before you ask,” she began, nervously, “I told Lee to ask you. I know he’s been hinting about asking me out for quite a while but I’ve been deflecting his inquiries. Today he just came out and asked, so I told him to go see you.”
I sighed, then smiled, shaking my head sadly. “Meghan,” I began, “I’ve been such a fool.”
“NO, Sir, you have NOT!” she countered with passion. “You have given my dignity back to me! My family couldn’t – or wouldn’t – do that, my other lovers took advantage of that lack, and they were so-called Doms. YOU took me in. YOU gave it back to me as a gift, without asking anything in return, other than I care for you as your submissive! I took on your beliefs because of the goodness it teaches. I accepted your discipline when it was required and reveled in the tenderness you showed afterwards. I respect you more than any man on Earth at this time.”
“I see… thank you for that!” I responded, dumbfounded. “So, now you wish for me to give you away?”
She gave me a hurt look and tears welled in her eyes. “If that is what you wish, Sir,” she said quietly. “You have given me much. Given me virtually everything I could ask for.”
I sighed and began mentally kicking myself. “Everything except love,” I spat out at her, more angry at myself than anything.
“No Sir. You gave me love,” she said, taking my arm when I turned from her. “I’m not trying to hurt you, but I know I am not what you want. I have needs too. I will continue to be your submissive, your slave, if you will have me. I just need to have some emotional connection and, well, damn it, I’m horny!”
“I’m… not angry at you or your request, Meghan,” I said softly, trying to hide the emotion in my voice, “I’m more angry at myself for not seeing that I created exactly what I wanted and then went looking elsewhere for her when she has been right under my nose for a year now. If you wish to date and sleep with Lee, that is your right. I have no real hold over you.”
I began to walk away. Meghan caught my arm and pulled me around to face her. Her expression was that of someone that had a thousand things to say to me, but couldn’t figure out which one to say first. So, instead, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
“BRAVO!” called Jen from the hall, clapping her hands. We broke our embrace and looked at her sheepishly. Jen chided me, “It’s about time you came around, you stupid, ape-shit brute!”
“You knew about this?” I asked.
“Hon, I knew she was perfect for you the day you brought her home. You were just so engrossed in making her your ‘pet project’ that you put a wall there.”
“I had to. I had to make sure that her feelings of self-worth weren’t predicated on how I felt about her.”
“And you succeeded. Now, take credit for what you’ve done!”
“Well… I’m… uh…”
Jen looked at Meghan, “Hon, take him to bed and fuck his brains out before he starts eating more of those size 11’s.”
Megs laughed at that.
“What about Lee?” I asked both of them.
“He’ll live,” said Jen. “Everyone pretty much has Meghan pegged as your lady anyhow. Lee is just the only one with balls enough to test that theory. I’ll fix him up with Carly from work. She’s more his type anyway.”
I looked at Meghan and she smiled at me.
“Josh, I know this is sort of sudden.”
“Shhh,” I told her and kissed her again.
We must have been in the hall for almost a half-hour kissing before Meghan pulled me toward the bedroom.
“I feel so silly doing this,” she giggled.
“What, going into the bedroom with you?”
“No, you stupid shit,” she chided. “Having to lead a Dom into the bedroom.
Well, hit me over the head and call me stupid! I gave her ass a swat, making her squeal with delight as she ran into the room.
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