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When I met her I was completely taken in by her. She was so intelligent and full of ideas, she seemed commanding, and beautiful. And at the same time sexy, and I felt intimidated in her presence, intimidated by her sex, and by her presence really. The way she held herself, such control, and even her demeanor, told of a sexy woman whom I would never be able to be with, much less even meet. But we met all the same, one fateful day, and we shared ideas, and talked, and we connected in some way, I could feel it. And we began to date. I was so shy, and not so experienced with women, and there was a kind of awareness that she was always leading me, that she was deciding things, and making this happen.
When she brought me home with her, and after much nervousness on my part, and not at all on her part, she led me to her bedroom, and undressed in front of me. As always, taking the lead. She was spectacular in her beauty, and just oozing with sex, I couldn't help but stare, I could barely move. I was beyond excited, it was a rarity for me to be with such an amazing and sexy woman, it was unbelievable, and really I didn't meet women very easily at all. I was cute enough, tall, thin, intelligent, but I was always so shy with women. I felt intimidated by women, by sexuality, and I felt just naturally very submissive to women. I couldn't really pursue women, or seduce, or take a woman. I needed her to take me, which was more difficult to find. So I had even all but given up on dating, though always looking up to women, but with lust and longing.
And I undressed as well, almost shaking. When I did I saw her take a look at my naked body, and a glance down at my cock, with this little laugh in her eyes, and while I stood in front of her, shy, naked, exposed, afraid, lustful. She smiled, and said, "stay there, I want to take a look at you," as she was looking me over, laying down in her bed on her side. I felt captivated by her sexuality, seeing her body, her sex, the curve of her hips, taunting and desirable, and I wanted to come close to her, to touch her. But I awkwardly waited, standing there naked and feeling exposed as she laid in front of me, confidant of herself and her sexuality, looking me over.
She told me, very straight forward, "you're such a submissive boy." She was laying on her bed, and I stood still, nervous, not knowing if I needed to say something. Afraid even. "And you have a tiny penis," she went on with a laugh, "that won't be of much use for me." I was starting to feel embarrassed, thinking that she doesn't want me. And I felt bad because I thought that we had really connected, and she was so amazing, and sexy, and here, naked in front of me. I was coaxing myself for allowing myself to believe that such a sexy woman would want me.
But she went on, "but there are other ways you might be able to please me." And I felt myself getting turned on, sensing that I was not being turned away. That night she took complete control, and I was able to be just quiet and submissive. It felt so amazing to let go, to feel like I didn't need worry about what I should say or do, because she would tell me what to do. I could let go, and I was able to massage and touch this sexy woman, naked before me. And soon she grabbed my hair and pulled me down to lick her, and she let me lick her for hours, far past what I though I was able to do. The taste of her sex, and the sound of her coming was such pleasure for me, to know that I was bringing her pleasure.
I wanted her to touch my penis, I wanted to come, my erection was raging throughout the night, being able to touch and please such a woman, I was ready to burst. But she ignored it, aside from her first remarks, which echoed in my head as I licked her. And you have a tiny penis, that won't be of much use for me. And I remembered her laugh. I knew it was small, but I hadn't thought much about it. But I felt good to be able to touch her, and bring her pleasure, it felt so good. And it felt so good to let go, and let her tell me what to do, I wouldn't say anything now, I felt like I couldn't. She would decide. I felt like I wanted to penetrate her, I wanted to be inside of her, and to come inside of her. But that was for her to decide, I would keep doing as she tells me. And her words again flashed in my mind, that won't be of much use for me, you have a tiny penis. And I wondered if she would ever let me penetrate her.
I felt instantly infatuated with her, I didn't want the night to end. I wanted to see her again, as soon as I could, I was even afraid that she wouldn't want to see me again. I felt like I would do anything, to be hers. That night I had explored every inch of her amazing body, her naked image burned in my mind, my burning lust for her. And a lust that went on burning, as she let me touch her, and lick her, as she came again and again while I licked her. Until she was through and pulled me close to her, to cuddle up with her, as she held me, and let me nurse at her breasts. But she did not touch my penis at all, there was no thought to it except my own, and I had not come, so my lust for her burned on. And I could hardly tear myself away from her, wanting her, lusting for her, having not had any release of my own, when she told me finally that she wanted to sleep now. And she told me that tonight she wanted to sleep alone, but that in the future I could stay. And I left with a kiss, and a raging erection, and I didn't say anything. When I got home, I masturbated, and had a huge orgasm, thinking of her, with the taste of her sex still on my lips, I imagined being able to fuck her.
The next day, I couldn't think of anything but her. It was a Sunday, and I had no real plans, just to try and get some of my own work done while free from my job. I wanted to call her, but thought, too soon, I don't want to scare her away. But luckily she sent me an email, with instructions. It simply said that she would be going out that night with a friend, but that she could see me today in the afternoon, if I would like. But that she had a few things she had to get done, and I would have to help her get ready if I wanted to hang out with her. I was thrilled to see her again so soon. Thrilled that she wanted to see me again so soon. I wrote back asking when she would like me to come back over. And her reply, shower and change, have some breakfast, and come over right after. And so I rushed to shower, as fast as I could.
When I got to her place, she answered the door wearing only panties, and I instantly recovered my intense lust for her, which had been briefly stifled when I masturbated earlier that morning. She embraced me, and I felt her breasts pushing against me, and my erection growing. And she just said, "get undressed, there are a few things that we need to do today." I rushed to do as she said, undressing as she turned to watch. And again from her, a little giggle, and, "its just so small." I felt my cheeks turning red. And she just smiled at my discomfort. Come with me, she said, and led me over into the kitchen. I followed her, focused on the curve of her hips, her naked back and legs, stunned again by her sexuality, wanting her. Willing to do anything for her.
In the kitchen she led me to the sink, which was full of dirty dishes, and quite a mess. She touched my naked chest seductively, and pressed herself against me and said, "now I need to get this mess cleaned up, I need you to do this for me, OK?" "Yes, of course, its no problem," I meekly croaked out, almost ready to burst just from her touch. She smiled and kissed my cheek, "good, now I will be in the bedroom. Do a good job, and come find me when you're finished, OK?" "OK, thank you," I managed, and she smiled and let me go, leaving the room. I started on the dishes, with a smile and an erection, though in the back of my mind I realizing with amusement that I had just thanked her for letting me do her dishes.
It took me about a half an hour, and I was excited to be finished, and to be able to be back in her presence. I dried my hands, and walked over to her bedroom, the door was slightly open, but I knocked lightly, and she said, "come in. Are you finished?" "Yes, I am." She was laying on her bed reading, still wearing only her panties. She looked up at me, and laughed again, "you're dick is what, 1 inch when you aren't hard?" I realized that I had lost my ever present erection while doing the dishes, and I felt embarrassed again, but just said nothing. But now she sat up, leaning on the back of her bed, with her legs stretched out. "I want you to rub my feet now," she said. I started to sit on the edge of her bed and she stopped me. "No," she said stopping me with an abrupt and stern gesture, "I want you to kneel on the floor at the side of my bed when you rub my feet." And I did as she said, feeling a little awkward kneeling on the floor. But when I was able to touch her feet, and look at her naked body, I was overcome by her sexuality again. And I thought, I would do anything she tells me to do, and then I had a realization, that I wanted her to tell me what to do. And I wanted her more than anything.
After a while her foot rub became a full body massage, and I was worshiping her body with my hands and eyes. With my ignored cock throbbing all the while. Finally she turned over and looked at me, and I stopped, kneeling on the floor next to her bed, looking back at her, feeling intimidated and shy again, wanting almost to turn away. She smiled at me, looked loving, but serious all of a sudden, like she wanted to say something serious to me and was considering her words. Finally she laid back in the bed, and without looking at me told me that she would be taking a bath now. Then she looked over at me, and told me to prepare it for her, and to be waiting for her, kneeling in the floor. "And there is something I need to talk to you about," she spoke mysteriously I thought, "now go." And I got up to do as I was told, wondering at how she was openly dominating me, and having me kneeling on the floor. But knowing that I would just do as she said, whatever she said I would accept and do. And what did she have to talk to me about? But the other half of me, the greater half even, was just focused on her bath. She would take off those panties, and she would probably let me wash her, or at least watch.
When her bath was ready, I waited, kneeling on the bathroom floor next to the bath, waiting for her to come for her bath. I was getting excited with anticipation, and was almost shaking when she finally did come in. And I look up to her, from my place at the floor, and watched as she let her panties drop to the floor, stepping out of them. Her sex was exposed in full, and I couldn't help but openly stare. "Pick this up," she commands, interrupting her spell on me, and points to a hamper in the corner of the bathroom. With a shaking hand I pick up her sexy little thong panties, and crawl the few paces over to the hamper, not daring to get up, thinking of her panties pressed against her sexy body. And I come back to her, groveling on the floor, unaware that I had a drooling quality about me, and watched her step into the bath, and lay down. I came to the side of the bath, looking at her body, wanting to touch her, to bury myself in her. And she just smiled at me, knowingly, handing me a washcloth and body soap, and I know to gently wash her. And I do, worshiping her.
As I do, she talks. "You're such a submissive boy, I could tell this about you when we first met. I wanted you, to make you mine, because you are so submissive." As she said this I smiled, blushed, but kept quiet, washing her. "You have just naturally become my submissive boy, without having to say a word about it, it's just natural for you. But you need to understand that I expect you to be my submissive boy, that this is your only place with me." I can sense the seriousness in her voice. "And that this is the only way you can be mine, you need to understand and accept this. You will never be a real man to me." I could start to feel the sting of what she was trying to make me understand. "You're too submissive, and intimidated, you even have a tiny penis." Out escapes that little laugh again. "Your place with me, the only way you can be mine, understand, is to be my submissive boy, and to please me in every way. Your place will be to tend to me, my person, my household, you are to serve me. You are to be always completely obedient, and submissive with me, you will do as you are told. If you want to be mine, you will belong to me, and you will accept my complete control. As mine, you will devote yourself to me completely, as my submissive boy, and your whole life will be about pleasing me, and catering to me."
She was silent in an extended pause, letting her words sink in. But I didn't dare to say anything, I kept washing her, I had begun with her legs, and was making my way to her hips now, feeling her skin brush against my hand as I washed her, as she lay back letting me. I was overcome by my lust for her, I wanted to tend to her, and I knew I wanted her to lead, and be dominant, telling me what to do. I knew that I wanted to let go and be submissive, and that I would worship her, be completely attentive and obedient, and accept anything she would decide for me. I knew I would be her submissive boy, as did she, I didn't need to say anything.
But she saw the acceptance in my eyes, working my way up to her breasts, shaking with lust. "There is one more thing, that needs to be clear, my submissive boy," and she gently reached out and lovingly stroked my arm, holding the hand that had been washing her up against her breast. "You may worship me, you may worship my body, and my sex," seeing me blush, as I did worship her body. "You will be able to touch and massage me, and to bring me pleasure with your tongue, we can cuddle together, and be intimate, I will always be affectionate with my boy. But you will never be allowed to fuck me, and I will never touch your worthless little penis. I have no use for it, and you will never be a man to me." With these words I felt a sting, this feeling of inadequacy, of emasculation, but with my hand still pressed against her breast, with her hand still holding mine. I wanted her sexually, more than anything else, though I knew I would accept that I could never have her. I knew that I had already accepted this.
She went on. "You will never be allowed to fuck me, and I will never touch your tiny penis, but always remember that you belong to me, that you are mine. There will be no other woman for you, you will be mine completely, though you hold no claim on me." No claim on her, I felt a little fear in the back of my mind. "You will never again have your little thing inside of a woman, for you, sex and manhood is completely over, and as my submissive boy you will find your only pleasure in pleasing me. Do you understand all of this boy?" She looked me in the eye, addressing me directly, and I managed a weak and quiet, "yes," again feeling like I should look down, or away from her stare. "You will address me as Miss from now on boy." "Yes Miss," I correct myself.
"Good." She looked pleased at my acceptance, and stood up, she got out of the bath, and I remained on my knees. Her hips were right at my eye level, her sex calling to me, so close to my face, I wanted to bury myself into her, to lick her, to worship her. She just smiled again knowingly, looking down at me. "Now dry me boy," she commanded, and I took the towel, and dried her body, worshiping every inch.
"Now I am going to my bedroom to get ready for tonight. If you accept your place as my submissive boy, you will join me, and help me to get ready. But there is one more thing you must accept." She held up a small plastic device, that had been sitting on her bathroom counter. "To show me that you have accepted your place, you must willingly place yourself into this chastity device, and come offer me the key. I will require you to give up your worthless manhood, and accept your new role in life, as my submissive. You will accept complete and total chastity if you want to belong to me, and that is the end of it. I may never allow you to come, or to have your little 3 inch erections, ever again."
I was quiet, shocked, and afraid of what this meant. She went on to explain how the device works, how to put it on, how I needed to keep my chaste penis always lubricated, and I stayed kneeling before her, taking it all in. Finally, she gave me a smile, showing me the woman who I most desperately wanted to please. She laid the device on the counter in front of me. "I will go to my bedroom to get ready now. And you will have to decide. If you truly accept your place with me, as my faithful sub, to worship me, and revolve around pleasing me. If you accept your emasculation, your place, you will place yourself in chastity, and you will accept the permanence of it. And you will belong to me. Then I will expect you to come to me, locked in chastity, kneeling, and offering me the key. I will be in my bedroom. If you do not accept, you may go, and you will never see me again. You can go back to being alone with your little dick, wishing you could satisfy a woman. The choice is yours, you must give yourself to me freely, but if you go, you may never come back." And with that she turned and left, still naked, leaving me still kneeling on the floor, also naked, left with my decision.
I did have doubts, I held the tiny cock cage in my hands, and realized it would prevent even an erection. And she said she may never let me out again, I would have to give up my manhood, quite literally, I would have all use of my penis taken away. And permanently... I knew that I should get dressed and go, that this was probably the best thing to do, to just go. But I was seduced by her, by her sexuality, bathing her, the way her skin feels, the way she tastes, the way she sounds when she has an orgasm. And I was seduced by her power, her presence, I felt so secure and protected with her, somehow, with her I could just let go, and she would tell me what to do. I wanted to serve her, and be her submissive boy, and I did worship her. I knew I would do anything for her. And I began putting on the device, figuring it out from her instructions. I knew there was no decision to be made, I could not say no to her, I belonged to her. This was my place, and I was hers, and so I accepted.
I came into her bedroom, naked except for the chastity device tightly locked around my little cock. She was sitting on her bed, still naked, brushing her hair. I immediately felt my lust for her, and my little penis tried to swell up inside the device, kept limp, pushing on the sides of the tiny cage. It was uncomfortable, having my erection suppressed. I knelt before her, and held out my hand, looking down, but stealing glances at her, offering her the key. She smiled, and said, "good boy," taking the key for her own, and looking down to make sure I was securely locked away. "This is the beginning of your new life, boy." And she smiled, handing me the brush, and motioning for me to sit behind her. I did and began gently brushing her hair without being told, watching as she took the key and fastened it onto a necklace that she wore around her neck.
She let me sit on the floor, and watch her get ready. I watched as she blow dried her hair, and made herself up. As she chose her clothing, a lacy pink thong, and matching bra, watched as she slid the panties over her hips, and cupped her breasts into the bra, turning to me to lock her bra in place for her. And I watched as she got dressed, into the shortest of skirts, and a tight top that left little to the imagination, leaving her all but exposed. She was dressed to tease. She looked herself over, glancing at the clock, and looking down at me, watching her. She looked amazing, and I wondered about her plans for the night. I was dreading having to leave her.
Finally, when she was satisfied that she looked her sexiest, and she did, she was irresistible. She turned to me with an evil smile. "Tonight is your test, a test of your acceptance, of your new place in life as my adoring submissive boy." I felt suddenly afraid of what she might say. "Tonight I will be going out on a date with a man," I suddenly felt fear become shear panic, "and if the date goes well, I will take him as my lover, he is a friend of mine already, who has been interested in me for some time, and he knows about you." I felt a lump in my throat, I wanted to cry, I felt rejected. I knew that she would not let me fuck her, and I had even accepted my complete emasculation, and total chastity. But I hadn't thought about her having sex with other men.
She saw my emotional response, and held me for a moment, reassuringly. But she reminded me of my place, reminding me that she is a woman with sexual needs, and that she needs a man who can satisfy her. "Your role is not as a man, you are no longer a man, and you never were much of a man to begin with. And now, you are not even allowed any use of your tiny penis anymore. You are my submissive, devoted to pleasing me, and it is your place to accept my dominance over you, and to please me in everything. You do want to please me, don't you?" "Yes Miss," I manage. "Then you will want me to be satisfied sexually, and you will do everything to accommodate my satisfaction. And you will accept that you cannot satisfy me, and that I will have lovers." "Yes Miss, of course, I understand..." I didn't know how to respond really, she spoke as if it was a matter of fact.
"He will be here to pick me up soon. I want you to stay here while I am out." I was starting to realize she wasn't going to let me go home and jealously sulk. "I want you to clean up the living room and bedroom, this place is to look spotless by the time we come home." We, I thought, her and her lover. You will have candles lit across the room, and in the bedroom, and be prepared to serve us drinks, and snacks. And light some incense. I want the lights dimmed, and for you to make this place as romantic as possible. And you are to wait for us, and to be on your knees here in the living room when we arrive." "Yes Miss," I have a tear in my eye, but I know I am hers, and that I have to accept and obey. "There is one more thing, she walked back into her bedroom for a moment. When she came out, she had a pair of pink lacy panties, a thong, matching hers. She tossed it to me, "you will wear this to cover your tiny bits."
And I had just put on the panties when there was a knock on the door, and she smiled. "On your knees now boy," to which I immediately complied. He was a stud in every sense, strong, confidant in himself, with a bulge in his pants that said he had more to offer her than I did. He grabbed her, and they embraced, he was aggressively leading sexually in a way that I never could. He was pursuing her, and could take her as his. I was not immediately acknowledged. Finally she turned to me, introducing me as her devoted submissive boy, to which I blushed, feeling utterly exposed, kneeling, wearing only panties, stretched out over the chastity device. He looked me over with a sneer, and said finally, "so this is the boy you told me about, he's your sub now I see." And I remembered she had said that he knew about me. She added, "boy come and kiss his feet, and mine, and thank him for taking me out. And apologize for being a pathetic sub with a tiny dick that can't satisfy me sexually." I felt the sting of that, but moved to do as I was told, "thank you sir," I instinctively called him sir without having been asked, "thank you for taking her out, as I am a pathetic sub with a tiny dick that can't satisfy a woman, thank you for being the man I cannot be." They laughed, and he looked at me, "you're welcome boy, don't worry I'll leave her satisfied," and he grabbed her ass, pulling her close to him while he laughed. And with that they left, with his arm around her, gently patting her ass, and with me looking on and watching them go, jealously wishing I could be her man, but knowing I never could. And I knew that now I had to prepare for them to return, afraid for their return.
When they got back, I had been waiting on my knees for what felt like hours. The lights were dimmed, I had cleaned, and had drinks and snack prepared in the kitchen, and I had made her bed, doing my best to make the place romantic and sexually inviting. When they came through the door, they didn't acknowledge me at all, but walked passed me to the couch, kissing. And I could see him cupping her breast in his hand, feeling a twinge of jealousy as I watched. Finally they settled down, and cuddled up together on the couch. "Boy, bring us drinks," she commanded, and I go up to comply, moving quickly to obey. I came back, with drinks on a tray, and she pointed to the floor with a stern look. I knelt before them, and held the tray as they each took a drink. He kissed her again, and she looked over at me and said only, "boy, bow down," and I pressed my face into the ground by her feet. I listened to the sound of touching and kissing, the sounds of lust, and lustful conversation, of drinks being raised and lowered onto the table in front of them. I stayed there, on the floor, except to be sent for more drinks, and snacks, and once to adjust the lighting.
Finally, she got up, and took his hand, leading him over to the bedroom. I looked up, and felt my heart sink, knowing he was going to fuck her. He followed, and I stayed where I was, until I heard her calling me, "boy, come." And I followed. I instinctively knelt on her bedroom floor, and watched as he laid her down on the bed, slowly undressing her. I noticed that with him, she was not so dominant, as she was with me, though she could never really appear as submissive. He just tossed her clothes aside, and she helped him out of his own, being sure to throw his underpants into my face, as his huge cock was exposed. I felt shocked almost, and felt so tiny myself, his was at least 3 times as large as mine, it looked completely different than mine did in its massive size. He reached out to her head then, and guided her mouth onto his cock, and full of shock and disbelief I saw her take him in her mouth, taking almost the whole thing, and looking at me as lightly fucked her face. Soon though, he laid her down on her back, and mounted her. And I watched as he slid into her, listened as she gasped, and moaned, and as he began to fuck her, slowly at first, but harder and harder.
And I realized that sex had never been this way for me, in the few encounters I had managed in the past. Never again, I thought... I realized then that I truly was a pathetic sub with a tiny dick, that could never satisfy a woman, and that she had shown me my true place with a woman. Though this did nothing to stay my jealousy, or the frustrated throbbing in my chastity device, from my stunted erection. And I watched the way a real man could satisfy her, the way that truly, I never could. Until finally he fucked her harder and faster, and he began to moan, and they both cried out in orgasmic spasms as he came inside of her.
When he was through they collapsed on one another, and I was frozen with lust, and realization about my place, and my new life as her sub. Until finally he pulled out of her, and she gave a final gasp as he did. They looked at each other with this satisfied glow, and she finally called me, "boy, come here, come over here," and I nervously got up and came close to her. She pulled me close to her, and guided my face down to lick her, and I knew that she wanted me to clean out his come. I felt myself gag at the taste, and she leaned over and kissed him as I made contact. But soon I could feel glob after glob of his come running out of her into my mouth. I felt like I would throw up, but just kept licking it all up, swallowing it, cleaning her, as she gave a little moan, looking at him. Finally she stopped me, it was enough. I was going to retreat to the floor again, but she stopped me, "you will clean him off as well," she commanded with a sly smile. And he smiled too, motioning to his now half erect cock, still huge compared to my little dick. I looked back at her, but saw a look that said do as you're told, and I did. I took his cock into my mouth, tasting her juices and his come, licking him clean.
That night my sanity was all but shattered, but her lover left after some time, while I was allowed to stay. And when he did, she smiled at me, and took me into her arms, and embraced me, letting me cuddle with her, letting me nurse at her breast, telling me I'm her precious submissive boy, reminding me how I belong to her now, as she gently and reassuringly stroked the back of my head. I knew I had passed an important test, and that this was my life now, and that I would be devoted to her always. I felt owned, and cherished, though in my place, and I knew I would be devoted to her always. After that she always had her lovers, some more important to her than others, some submissive, others not as much. But I was always hers, an extension of her, and her loving sub...
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