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This is a story about meeting a dominant woman, who uses her sexuality to seduce me into becoming her loyal slave, ruining and emasculating me, and making me accept my place as her servant, submissive to her every whim.
She sees me, immediately recognizing me as prey, seeing how I'm shy and intimidated by women, by sexuality, though I'm a cute boy, tall, thin, and she knows how she can control and ruin me, and make me into the slave she wants. She comes to me and takes the lead, letting me be shy, she flirts with me and teases me, leading me on, making me want her, casually touching me, and making me totally fall for her. And she takes me home with her, where she teases me, boldly undressing to almost nothing, letting me touch her, though she always keeps control, and teases me endlessly, making me crazy, though never actually letting me fuck her, or to come when I'm with her, stopping me if I try. And I just become focused on wanting her, wanting to fuck her, to be inside of her filling her up, all the time wanting her, willing to do anything to be with her...
At first when she sees me it is playing and petting, teasing me and making me crazy with lust for her. But soon she starts using my craziness and willingness to do anything to get me to do things for her. She invites me over, and she undresses, and touches me, but tells me that she has some chores she needs me to do for her, and that if I do a good job that maybe I can touch her after. And I'm frustrated, but my lust gets the better of me and I agree, and end up cleaning her kitchen and bathroom, finding myself on my knees scrubbing her floor, while stealing glances of how sexy she is wearing only her panties, laying on the couch just in view, as she talks with someone on the phone.
I finally finish and come over to her, she is still on the phone, but motions for me to sit on the floor in front of her, which I do. She pushes her foot into my face and I kiss it, and then begin to massage her feet, happy to finally be able to touch her. But as I am massaging her feet, I start to realize that she is talking to a man on the phone, and about sex. She is even touching herself through her panties, and her sex smell is in the air, which I just breath in with utter lust. I feel jealous, but my lust for her overcomes any other feelings, and I just stay quiet massaging her feet, listening to her talking about sex with the man on the phone.
When she finally hangs up, she looks at me with this wicked and turned on smile, and I'm bursting with lust and excitement, imagining I'll finally be able to be with her sexually, that maybe she'll even let me fuck her. And she takes my head, and roughly pulls me towards her, and moving her panties to the side, she tells me to lick her, and to make her come. I'm in heaven, wanting her more than anything, and I do my best to make her come, which she does again and again, though she never seems to be satisfied, and makes me keep going long after I feel able. Though I would never stop or say no to her, no matter how tired I am. And when she is finally through, she lets me up, and I see her sexy body in front of me, and reach out to touch her breasts, still ready to burst, having had no relief myself. But she stops me, not this time, now I'm tired, and its time for you to go. But I want you to come here again at 6am tomorrow before you go to work, OK. Yes of course, I quickly agree, disappointed that she wasn't going to let me fuck her for the first time, but excited for an early morning rendezvous with this sexy woman, who by now already has me wrapped around her little finger.
The next morning I wake up early, and make myself look nice, feeling full of sexual anticipation, and arriving just at 6. On her door there is a note with my name on it, which says, please come in, the door is unlocked and I'm still in bed. I want you to make me a nice breakfast, eggs over easy, toast with butter, and some coffee, light cream and sugar. This is to be finished by 7:00, at which time you will serve me breakfast in bed. There are also some additional dishes that need to be washed from last night, and the den needs to be straightened out.
I feel a little shocked as I stare at her note, but I decide that maybe it would be nice to be able to serve her breakfast in bed, and for her to wake up to a clean house, and that if I do a good job and please her maybe she'll let me touch her, or lick her again, or maybe she'll finally let me fuck her. And so I quickly begin the cooking and chores, rushing to make the 7:00 deadline. At 7:00 I gently knock on her door, and I hear a sleepy voice telling me to come in. I come in with a tray, like a waiter, and bring it to her, as she sits up in her bed. I start to feel a little awkward, wondering what to do next, as I stare lustfully at this beautiful woman, wanting her. But as if sensing my awkwardness, she tells me sit on the floor by the side of her bed while she eats, before sending me to bring her a glass of water, scolding me in a stern tone that I should have known that she would require water with her meal. I just submissively apologize to her, and move quickly to bring her what she has asked for.
As she eats, I just kind of look at her, glancing at her breasts which are half exposed in her sleeping gown, wanting to touch her. She starts to tell me that this is OK, but not to overcook the toast next time, and that there is too much sugar in her coffee, for which I apologize, starting to feel worried that I might have displeased her. But when she is nearly through, she tells me draw her a bath, and to wait by the side of the bath on my knees, and that it should be hot, but not scolding. Yes of course I say, and run to her bathroom, excited about the thought of her sexy body in a bath. I hardly seem to notice that she is just openly giving me orders at this point. When the bath is ready, and I am waiting, excited and lustful, and she enters the room standing above me, and I'm on my knees looking up at her. And she lets her gown drop to the floor while looking down at me, and for the first time I see her completely naked body, perfect and exquisite, aching with sex, and I'm in awe of her, and in total lust.
She just steps by me and into the bath, letting me see her sexy back and curvy hips, as she lays herself into the bath in front of me, with her breasts exposed in the water. I'm aching for her, wanting to reach out and touch her, wanting to fuck her, and she just hands me a body sponge and soap, and tells me that I can bath her. I'm almost shaking as I run the sponge over her breasts, feeling her warm skin touch the side of my hand, as I wash her legs, and as she moves her legs slightly apart as I run the sponge over her pussy, letting me wash in between her thighs. All the while she is reading her book, ignoring me as I'm drooling over her with lust as I bathe her, just worshiping her body, and with her moving slightly all the while to accommodate the sponge.
When she is satisfied with the bath, she gets up and steps out of the bath, and I just instinctively grab the towel, and gently dry her all over. And help her with her robe. She finally looks at me and smiles, good, now clean up here and meet me in my room, and she walks out. Her simple "good" has me glowing, that I was able to please this sexy woman, maybe now she was going to let me fuck her. And I rush to clean up the bathroom.
When I am finished and come into her room, she is dressed, and is putting herself together for her day. She just motions for me to come over to where she is sitting, and hands me her brush, and I come behind her and brush her hair. As I do this, stealing glances down her very revealing blouse, she tells me that I did a good job today, and that I need to learn the way that she wants everything, where everything goes in her house, what chores need to be done, how she likes to be pampered and served. And I'm still taken a little bit aback by the way she is openly treating me like her servant, but she is not really asking me a question, she is just telling me the way it is going to be, and I just stay quiet except for the occasional, yes of course, when it is required of me, with the image of her nude body still fresh in my mind. Then she tells me its time to go, but to be back at her place straight away after work, which I quickly agree to, and I'm off to get through my day, not being able to focus or take my mind off of her for even a moment, just waiting to come back to her.
That evening I come to her place, and knock on the door, excited to see her, wanting to touch her, and full of lust and anticipation. And she opens the door, looking sexy as ever, and lets me in, leading me into the other room, with my following behind her. Once in the other room, I'm shocked to find that she has someone else over, another woman, presumably a friend of hers. But she doesn't introduce us, she just walks me past her and into the kitchen, giving me a list of chores that are to be done. And I feel so embarrassed, with her giving me chores to do like I'm her servant, openly in front of this other woman, and with me just submissively agreeing and doing as I'm told. I start to feel humiliated, but she just sternly tells me what to do, and I just hope that I can get through it, and will be able to be alone with her when I am done.
I start to do her chores, and I listen to them talking and laughing in the other room. Occasionally she calls me over, telling me to fix them snacks and bring them drinks, which I just obey, much to the amusement of her friend. And then I hear her calling me in, and she tells me that they want to see something, and I just say, yes of course, anything. But she tells me to undress completely, that they want to see me naked. I hesitate, feeling shy and embarrassed, but excitedly do as I'm told, excited about being naked in front of this woman who I'm overcome with lust for, and her sexy friend, wondering if they are about to let me fuck them. But as I take down my pants and underwear they actually laugh, and she says see, I told you he would have a tiny penis. And I just feel embarrassed, but feel my little dick getting hard from being exposed. Look at it, its like 1 inch, and when it gets hard its like the length of a real man soft. How pathetic, and they laugh and laugh, making jokes about how I'm not even a man at all. Finally she tells me to go back to my chores, but then throws me a pair of lacey panties, and a thong at that, telling me that she doesn't want to have to see my worthless little penis, and that since I'm more like a woman than a man, that having me in panties is appropriate. Which her friend finds hysterical... And I just do as I'm told, covering myself with the panties, and go back to my chores feeling humiliated. Half of me wants to run away, though at this point I don't have my clothes, but the other half is still in lust, still wanting her, and remembering bathing her from earlier that day, and licking her the night before, and I tell myself if I just do as I'm told and please her, she will eventually let me fuck her.
When her friend is finally gone, and my chores are finished, she calls me over, and again I'm full of excitement about what will happen next, I feel my little dick swelling up in her panties. She tells me she needs another bath, that she needs me to help her look sexy tonight for a date, and I quickly agree, and run to start her bath, thinking that she wants to go out with me tonight, getting excited at the prospect of a date with this sexy woman. And she comes in, I am waiting on my knees at the side of the bath, remembering from this morning, which she notices I can tell, though doesn't acknowledge. She then shows me how to shave her legs, and lets me shave her as she puts her legs up, and reads her book. After her bath, I dry her off, and she leads me into her room, her in her robe, and me still wearing only her panties, covering my little erection, as I'm just full of lust for her. She undresses, and stands naked in front of me, looking at me, handing me her panties, a sexy red laced thong, and lets me hold them as she steps into it, and lets me slide it up over her hips, while I shiver with want as my hand touches her skin. And then lets me close her matching bra for her. She lets me watch as she puts on this very short skirt, and an all but see through low cut blouse, and looks over me as she sits on her bed, motioning me to the floor in front of her.
When I'm on my knees in front of her, taking in her sexy appearance, governed by my lust for her, she lets me massage her feet, and asks me how she looks. You are amazingly sexy, I would do anything to be close to you, just one sight of you fills me with lust. She laughs and says, good, do you think John will like it tonight? I sort of jump, surprised, what do you mean, I ask in this timid voice. She laughs, do you think he'll want to fuck me? I really want a big dick inside of me tonight. I just feel crushed, and she says what, you didn't think I was going to go out with you? Do you think I would be satisfied with a submissive pantie boy with a tiny little penis? What would I do with your pathetic little dick, no, I need a real man who can stand up for himself, and fuck me like a man. Oh don't be so crushed, its just sex, tomorrow he will have fucked me and will be gone, and I will want my submissive servant boy back, if you're good I'll tell you all about it, and will let you lick me again.
Feeling hurt, I tell her that she is special to me, and that I would do anything for her, and I even shyly ask her if she'll ever let me fuck her. But she just laughs, aw, no, I'm never going to let you put your worthless little thing inside of me, it isn't your place to fuck a woman, your place is to please me in everything, OK? And she reaches over and touches me, even lightly petting my little penis through the panties, and I almost come at that. Yes of course, I want to please you. Good, then I will see you tomorrow morning at 6am, and with that she hands me back my clothes, though I notice that my underwear is missing. I'm about to ask when she tells me that she wants me wearing panties underneath my clothes from now on, and that tomorrow I'm to bring her all of my underwear to be thrown out, and that she will have several pair of panties to give to me, but that I will need to buy my own. Yes of course, I agree, feeling humiliated, but wanting her, and I go, with my mind focused on her being fucked by another man, and on her body, wanting her more than anything, determined to do a good job and to please her in the morning.
That night I'm torn, wondering what is happening to me. I can't stop thinking about her, fantasizing about touching her, and with the image of looking up to her sexy nude body while I'm on my knees burned in my head. And I fantasize about being able to penetrate her, to be inside of her and to fuck her, but I hear her words echoing in my head, aw, no, I'm never going to let you put your worthless little thing inside of me. And I think about how tonight she is out fucking another man, and I toss and turn with jealousy and lust. I know that I should just walk away, that I should stop right now, stop doing her chores, and letting her treat me like her servant. And I almost resolve to stop that night, but as soon as I do, I can't help but remember the smell of her sex, and of touching her, the feel of her skin, of bathing her, and worshiping her beautiful body, and so I set my alarm to be there in the morning.
The next morning I get myself dressed, but noticing her panties from the night before, I remember that she wants me wearing panties underneath my clothes. And so I wear them again, and gather my mens underwear into a bag thinking, I can always buy more later, better to do as I'm told, she won't be happy if I don't. And I make my way over to her house once again, wondering what she will want today, hoping to be able to bathe her and touch her again, working myself up into the sexual frenzy I had been in since I had met her.
On the door is another note, detailing her breakfast requirements, and a list of morning chores. Her living room is a mess, with dishes and drinks for two left out from the night before, and I immediately realize that her lover had been there with her the night before, that they had been drinking together and that he probably got to fuck her. And my heart sinks at the reality, though I clean up and hurry to make her breakfast by 7:00.
At 7:00 exactly, I knock on her door, full of lustful anticipation, and I hear her voice telling me to come in. For a moment I'm afraid that he may still be there, though I'm relieved to find her alone in bed. As if reading my mind she says, no, he's gone now, bring my breakfast over here boy, I'm worn out from a long night of rough fucking. I feel a little embarrassed at her openness about her lover and her sharp tone, as if she's intentionally trying to rub in my jealousy and want for her. Not to mention her calling me boy as she gives me her orders. But as I give her the tray, and sit on the floor by her bed while she eats, I look up at her, marveling at how amazingly sexy she is, I'm overcome with lust, my lust for her outweighing any other conflicting emotions. And I know that I want to please her, and that I would accept anything she says or decides, I want to make her happy and to see her sexy smile.
She finally speaks to me, after several minutes of my quietly watching her as she eats. I want you to stand up and undress for me, except for your panties (and I'm happy that I remembered to wear them). When you come into my home I want you wearing only panties, do you understand boy? Yes, anything you want, I stammer, still feeling shy about being naked and wearing panties in front of this sexy woman, as I undress and do as I'm told. Turn around, she says, I want to take a look at you, as I do and she looks over me. She kind of laughs, you hardly make a bulge in your panties with your tiny little dick, you really are pathetic. The man I was with last night was at least 3 times as big as you are, now he's a man who can fuck me any way and any time he wants, he would never let himself submit to a woman like this. You're hardly a man at all, she laughs. Though we do need to fix one thing, she says as she looks me over. And I just stand quietly, saying nothing, feeling jealous of her lover, and humiliated for my tiny penis and willingness to submit. And there is still a part of me that knows I should resist her, I should just go, but I see her and lust after her, and know that I will obey her. Go get the shower started boy, and wait for me on your knees. OK, I say in a quiet voice. And boy, you are not to respond to me with OK, do you understand? It will be a quick yes miss, to anything I say or require. Do you understand? Yes miss, and I go to start her shower.
I wait on my knees for her for what seems like a long time, full of anticipation of being able to see her nude body and to touch her, I feel my little erection in my panties swelling. And when she finally walks in, she is already nude, and I'm taken back by a rush of lust and excitement. She stands, and lets me take in the sight, and finally tells me, into the shower boy, and take off your panties. I hadn't expected this, she is going to let me bathe with her, though I remember to respond with a quick, yes miss, and quickly get in. She does come into the shower with me, and lets me bathe her all over while she stands, which is heaven for me, worshiping her body. She doesn't even need to tell me to go down onto my knees to scrub her feet and legs, I know not to miss a spot, and to worship her completely. When she is satisfied she tells me to get up, and hands me a shower cap for my hair, which had been on the counter by the shower. I'm a little confused, but know better than to question her or hesitate, and I fit my long hair into the cap. She then takes out a bottle of some kind of cream, and stopping the shower, begins to cover my body with this stuff. At first I think that she is bathing me, and I'm ecstatic at her touch, I almost come there in the shower as she gets closer and closer to my penis, laughing at my little erection. But soon I realize what is happening, and she begins to explain. Now this will remove all of your body hair, you're really more like a girl than a man, with your little dick and panties, and I don't want you to be hairy like a man. I've decided that you should be smooth like a girl underneath your panties. She giggles... I have a moment of panic realizing its too late to stop this, and watch as my chest hair, then pubic hair, wash away, making me smooth like a woman, my little penis looking weird and naked without hair, as she is on to my legs, leaving me hairless from the neck down. After my hair is all washed away, she helps me shave the spots that had been missed, explaining to me that I am to keep myself smooth and shaved at all times. Yes miss...
The sensation of my clothes rubbing against my newly smooth body is even stimulating, and all day at work I'm afraid that someone will notice, or notice my panties somehow. She left me that morning telling me to come straight to her after work, and saying she had a surprise for me. I'm excited all day, wondering, afraid it is something humiliating and awful, after being shaved like that. But hoping she has something sexy in mind, I again focus on her sexuality all day, until I'm just dying to see her. But somewhere during the day between the sensation of my newly smooth skin, and my burning lust for her, I finally can't take it anymore, and sneak off into the bathroom at work, and masturbate. I let myself come, thinking about her nude body, imagining I am fucking her, filling her. And after it is done, I breath with relief. And as if suddenly, I wonder what I am doing, letting her shave me, and replace my underwear with panties, serving her like her slave, while she denies me sex, while she has her lover, letting her humiliate and control me. And I resolve at that moment to call it off, that I would come to her after work as planned, have a talk with her and call it off. And I feel like I've finally come to my senses.
When I arrive, and she answers the door wearing sexy lingerie, I'm shaking, torn by a renewed lust for her, but resolved to act like a man and call it off. She tells me to strip, visibly annoyed that I didn't just immediately do so upon entering her home, and I kind of stammer nervously, I, uh, I was thinking about this, and I have to stop seeing you, I think that you're mistreating me, and am afraid as to where this all might lead, and I think that I should really just go. She kind of smirks at me, not the reaction I was expecting, well of course you should call it off, that's what any self respecting man would do, though we both know you're not much of a man. I'm surprised by her reaction, this wasn't what I had expected, I expected shouting and being thrown out, I start to feel relieved even. I have to say though, she goes on, I'm a little surprised that you would try and stick up for yourself now after showing how much of a pathetic little pussy you are, and she even reaches over and touches my chest seductively. And I look at her in her lingerie, and begin to work myself back into my lust for her, as she reaches towards me, her sexy and all but exposed breasts press against my chest, her hand roaming over to my ass. And I fall under her spell again, and start to reverse myself, well, I do really hate to have to go, I do think that you're really special, and beautiful, and really I want you more than anything. She smiles as I let myself be seduced back into my proper role, and finally she tells me seductively that if I beg her to be her slave, she might forgive my little outburst. I hesitate, but she just grabs my hair roughly, and says this time in a sharp and stern tone, decide now boy, and drop to your knees when you beg me, or else go and never see me again. And by this time I am completely worked up with lust for her once again, and I just react and do as I'm told, begging her, please miss, please forgive my outburst, please let me be your slave, I only want to please you in everything, I'm so sorry I tried to go. I can hardly believe my own words, openly admitting to being her slave, my sudden reversal, I had been so resolved, but when I see her sexy body I just want her, and it overcomes any other desires I might have.
Finally she says, OK boy, I will forgive you just this once, but I can't allow you to question me ever again, do you understand? Yes miss... I still don't understand how you ever let yourself question me in the first place, but... And a kind of look of realization comes over her face, and she steps back from me, looking down at me, still on my knees. You masturbated, didn't you? What do you mean, I, uh... When you came you lost your devotion to me, this is disturbing to me, this can't be allowed, I need you to be attentive and focused on me at all times. I'm a little surprised by her sudden anger, but at this point I'm trying to make amends. Please don't be mad, its just that you are so sexy, and I want you so bad, I can't help it. She just kind of looks at me in disgust, and walks to the door, opening it. I need to decide how to deal with this, tonight you don't get to worship my body, she says as she lightly runs her hands across her chest, tonight you have blown it, get out. I'm so sorry, I meekly manage to say, though I do as I'm told and go, not sure what had happened, but afraid that it is over. And that night, instead of dreams of lust and worries about what is happening to me, I have only fear that I might not see her again.
The next morning I wake up to the phone ringing, and run to answer hoping it is her. Today was my day off from work, and I even missed waking up early to attend to her. It is her on the phone, and she tells me that she has been thinking about what happened last night, that she's made a decision, and that I'm to shower and get dressed, and to come to her immediately. Yes miss, of course, thank you, and I rush to get to her.
Upon entering her home, I immediately undress to just my panties, still not used to my smooth skin. And she leads me into the living room, sitting on her chair, and directing me to sit on the floor in front of her, which I quickly do. I have been thinking about last night, about your little rebellion and of you masturbating, and I've decided that I can't allow you to masturbate anymore. I need you to always be submissive and docile, and if you come you start to mistakenly think that you're a man, and that you can make decisions on your own. I'm a little taken aback by her directness, though at this point I know what my place is with her. When you are worked up with lust for me, you are willing to do anything I say, which is a requirement for you. You want to be my slave boy, don't you? You want to please me in everything I desire, to serve me, and become my property to do with as I please? And as she says this, she runs her foot over my penis, gently stroking me with her foot through my panties. And I'm looking up at her sexy figure, her legs, her curves, and am just overcome with lust. Yes miss, please, anything, let me be yours. My what? Your slave miss, please, I'll accept anything. Yes, she replies, you will have to accept anything, and to be sure of this I've decided to completely forbid masturbation if you want to be mine. If you are ever to be allowed to come, it will only be with my permission, do you understand? Yes miss, I quickly reply, almost ready to come in my panties from her foot. Good, then follow me into my bedroom, I have something for you.
I follow her into the other room, and she directs me to lie on my back on her bed, which I'm excited to obey, anticipating sex, and her. And sure enough she lays next to me, and even reaches over and touches my little erection through the panties. Now close your eyes boy, and I do, only then to feel this cold sensation on my penis, as if she is pressing ice to my little erection, which shrinks away despite my lust. She laughs again, I can't believe how tiny your little thing is, if I ever let you fuck me I probably wouldn't even feel it. Now keep your eyes closed. I do as I'm told, and feel her fitting something around my balls, and then her hand again, lubricating my penis, only to fit this tube over my penis before I'm able to get an erection from her touch. And then the sound of a snap, and she tells me to open my eyes. What I see is a shock, she has me locked into this little cock cage, locked with this little padlock. She begins to explain, you see, this chastity device will keep you from having any accidents, you won't be able to come or touch your penis unless I decide to let you out, and only I have the key, which she takes and places in her dresser drawer. I start to panic a little, realizing what this will mean, but she comes over and cuddles up with me, aw, don't worry, this just means that now you'll be completely loyal and devoted to me, you do want to please me, right? Yes miss. And I can't have you off masturbating, and losing your focus, I need you focused on me at all times. And just because I don't have any use for your little penis, doesn't mean you should be allowed to use it elsewhere, you belong to me now. And she kind of rubs the plastic cock cage, which I can't feel, but it makes me start to try and get an erection anyway, along with her cuddling up with me. But that's when I realize that the device won't let me get an erection at all. And as if sensing my realization she laughs, that's right boy, you won't be able to even get an erection anymore without my permission, this will keep you at 1 inch, which is plenty for you. You won't be able to remove this without the key, you will wear it 24/7 underneath your panties, you will shower with it on, sleep with it on, and just focus on me, only I can let you out to come, IF I decide to let you out. From now on you belong to me boy, do you understand? Yes miss. Now I want you to please me with your tongue, since you hardly even have a penis, and would never be able to satisfy me that way, she laughs, pushing my head down to lick her.
Later that day, when she is through with me, she sends me away with a list of errands, her grocery shopping, dry cleaning, etc., mostly driving around town for her, telling me that she needs me to be back at her place at 6:00pm, and that all of her errands must be finished. I try to just get through it, always conscious of the chastity device, wondering if the people around me can tell, and going through this cycle of thinking of her, and trying to get an erection, only to have it prevented by the cock cage, adding to my lust and frustration, and wondering again what I have gotten myself into. I know now though that I can't leave her, that I want to please her more than anything, and that I'm hers, even starting to realize that I'm her slave.
At 6:00 I am back, as required, and she lets me in, telling me to put away her groceries as I undress to my panties, and go to start her dinner, with directions for her meal laid out for me in the kitchen. Without questioning her, I do as I'm told, though as I cook I realize that I am cooking for two, not just for her, though I don't think too much of it, the other portion must be for me. But when I am nearly through, I hear a knock on the door and my heart almost stops, who is here? Boy, go and answer the door, tonight I have a guest. I hesitate, is this her friend who was here before, am I to answer the door wearing only panties? But my hesitation costs me, and she reaches out and slaps me with all her force, and I'm shocked at how hard she hit me. I stammer out a yes miss, and walk to the door, shaking. But when I open the door, I see not her girlfriend, but a man, who just looks at me, shaved and wearing panties, and shakes his head with contempt, saying nothing and walking past me into her home. She comes out to see him, and goes right to him and kisses him passionately, while I look on jealously, wishing she would kiss me like that. And he just aggressively pulls her towards him, running his hands over her ass. I'm stunned, feeling humiliated, when she speaks up, stop gawking at us boy and finish our dinner, you'll be serving us out here in the living room. And they walk together into the other room, while I retreat to the kitchen to do as I'm told.
When I am finished cooking and have everything prepared for them, I come out to the living room with the tray, to find them making out on the couch, with his hand up her skirt touching her, and I almost want to cry with jealousy. I place everything on the table in front of them, and she motions for me to sit on the floor next to her, as they eat and flirt, ignoring me except to send me for additional items and drinks. I just sit on the floor by her side and watch, wishing he would go so that I could be alone with her, feeling crushed, but knowing I can't question her at this point. But when he pulls her close to him, I see him take her hand and place it on his cock, which she rubs through his pants, with his own bulge growing as he gets turned on. My own little penis tries to get hard as well, though I'm kept limp by the chastity device, feeling frustrated. But then he tells her to unzip his pants, and to take out his cock, in this overbearing and dominant gesture, and I just can't believe it to see her submissively obey him, this woman who I know only as dominant, acting submissive to this man. And she takes out this cock that grows to at least 8", and I'm shocked at how big it is compared to mine. She finally acknowledges me, you see boy, this is what a real man's dick looks like, something you don't have, and how a real man treats his woman. And he laughs, looking over at me with contempt as he roughly grabs her hair the way she does to me, and pulling her face onto his cock. She takes it into her mouth, looking over at me as I look on with jealousy, wishing it was me in her mouth, instead of being locked up in this chastity device, as he takes her head and starts to roughly fuck her face right in front of me. When she gags and finally comes up for air, she looks at him and begs him, please, I want you inside of me, I want my slave boy to see what he'll never have, and how a real man fucks a woman, please fuck me, I beg you. All the while I'm going crazy with frustration and jealousy at witnessing her lust and desperation, her wanting this man to fuck her, letting him dominate over her and have her the way I am not allowed, and to be able to fuck her is what I want more than anything else. He tells her to get on her hands and knees, which she quickly obeys, and he positions himself to fuck her from behind. She moans as he enters her with his huge cock, as I look on, trying in vain to get an erection in the chastity device, feeling humiliated and jealous, wishing it was me fucking her. And she looks at me as he fucks her hard, as she screams out with ecstasy and orgasm, until finally he moans as he fills her with his come, and they collapse onto one another, with me still jealously looking on. When he pulls out of her, she moans, and says, boy get over hear and clean me up. I don't realize what she means at first, until she grabs my hair and pulls my face down to her pussy, and I realize that she wants me to lick up his come. I feel humiliated, and grossed out, though I do as I'm told, thinking that at least I get to lick her. I feel his come running down into my mouth, tasting him inside of her, while she kisses him, and cuddles up with him, as I think about how I'm licking up the come of the man who just fucked the woman I worship and adore, who I want more than anything, and who has made me into her slave. Things go on like this for a while, as I develop a routine as her slave, serving her on a daily basis. How quickly my life has come to completely revolve around her, I had taken over all of her housework and errands, and was serving her in her daily life. I had come to learn how to please her, how she wanted things. I had all but abandoned my apartment, as she started having me sleep on the floor beside her at night, if not in the other room if her lover prefers it, and she had plans to let my apartment go and for me to move in permanently as her slave. It had been several months since she had locked me into the chastity device, with no sign of being let out, told that if I keep asking she'll never let me out again, and that she may not ever again anyway. And all the while she always had her lovers, sometimes I would have to watch, sometimes I would be put to work or kept away while he had her, I had no say in it. But I had accepted my place, that I was hers, her slave, and I knew that I would serve her and worship her forever, that I belonged to her, and would do anything for her, this was my place...
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