*A slave should always accept who they are.
A slave should give all claims to self.
A slave should learn to accept that a higher power, has more power to run their life.
To be a submissive is to submit yourself to your dominamnt and their desires. It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control.
A good dominant will always consider their submissive’s needs and desires, to ensure they have a fulfilling experience serving them. However, what occurs in such a relationship dynamic is at the discretion, of the dominant, not the submissive.*
I dropped the book down, my head pounding from everything I’ve been reading.
This words… *It is to trust they will keep you safe and not transgress your limits, but ultimately you are putting yourself in their control.*
Can I trust Ethan.. can I trust him enough to be a good master and dominant person to me.
I gulped, at the realization of my own thoughts. I’ve been having this weird thoughts, of submitting myself finally to Ethan.
I need to stop this useless thoughts.
I sighed, then laid on the cold ground.. and tried closing my eyes, so I could sleep. I feel really tired reading the book.
I rubbed both my thighs against each other, I still feel really horny. I need a man cock buried deep in-between my legs. I know Ethan is definitely not going to do that.
I stood up from the floor, walked over to the kitchen door and opened it slightly.. Trying not to get caught, I brought my head out the kitchen door… Ethan is busy laying on the couch, and I think he is sleeping. Great!
I don’t know Janice, this is still day, he might not be sleeping… we should probably wait till in the night…. My subconsciousness warns me… ugh, I don’t think I can wait. So… fuck it!
I tiptoed back into the kitchen, took one of the wooden spoon I had in my possession, laid down back on the ground and insert it gradually into my pussy. Fuck!
Not a dick, but manageable.
I thrust the wooden spatula(the hand side) slowly into my pussy, and increased it with time. It felt a little bit dry, but much more better than nothing.
I tilt my head, bitting my lower lip… As a moan escaped my lips. I wouldn’t want Ethan to know what’s going on back here, so I had better be quiet.
Wanting to have my orgasm really quickly, I pumped the spatula into my hole really fast… Tears rolled down my eyelid, as pleasure envelopes my body.
To get a more quicker release, I imagined it was Ethan in all his glory riding me, his huge dick hitting my womb.. making me scream out in pleasure.
Desire build up in my stomach, my legs got all weak… “What are you doing.” A familiar voice resounded through my head.
I stood up in shock, forsaken the wooden spatula immediately.
“I uhm.. well.. master, I’m sorry. I really wanted to have my orgasm, and even though you asked me not to.. I decided to bring myself to an orgasm while you were sleeping.” The words gushed out of my mouth like a running tap. I swallowed really hard, staring at the floor in shame.
“You really thought I was sleeping?.” He chuckled. “I knew when you peeped into the sitting room, to know if I was asleep or not.. but I decided to see what you were up to… And this is really exciting.” He grinned, walking fully into the kitchen.
His gaze darken, I shifted back in fear.. my eyes darting around the kitchen. “I’m sorry master, I didn’t mean to do it. I’m sorry.” I cried out, going back really fast, till my body hits the kitchen cupboard.
“You see slave, when you do wrong and you are caught in the act, just accept your sins and punishment without a single complain. Or don’t you think you deserve a good whipping for what you have done?.” He lowered his self, smirking with his eyes.
A slave should always accept his/her wrongs, and asked to be punished without the dominant saying it…. Fuck, I forgot what the book had said.
I knelt down, “I deserve to be punished for what I have done master.” I bowed my head to the floor, making sure my head rest on his toes.
He raised my head up with the tip of his finger, “I think I have the best punishment for you slave. I also think you would appreciate it.” He grinned at me with his eyes, dragged my collar and lead me to my room.
He opened the drawer, and brought out a sexy lingerie stripper outfit, three point suits, handcuffs restraint.
This thing is barely covering my body, and why do I have to put on handcuffs. Why does it have to be pink?
Without complaining I wore the black stripper lingerie, put on the handcuffs, and waited for further instructions from my master.
He pulled out the rope in my collar, (something I never knew was there) then lead me out of my room, while I was on all fours.. walking like a dog.
It wasn’t much of a problem to me, that he made me walk on all fours.. then suddenly, realization hit me.
The owners of dogs, only hold their leash, when they want to take them out for a walk. No, is not possible right. Why would he want to go outside, when he knows that we could been seen by my faraway neighbours. I could actually be rescued by my neighbours… A second thought came to my mind, when I realize a dominant and slave relationship is actually legalized here.
So I could only get save if anyone recognized him as a man who escaped from prison, but then again.. Ethan doesn’t look like he lived in prison.
I dragged myself backwards, as he tries to walk me out the door of my house.
“Be a good girl, and take a walk with master. You wouldn’t want to get master angry, will you?.” He said taunting.
I stared at him stubbornly refusing to step outside with a cloth that barely covers my butt, or my boobs. The only thing hidden is my nipple, and my vagina that’s all.
“You are going to do as I say, cause I am your master.” He growled at me, and dragged me outside the house. I wish I had the strength to fight against him, I would be able to run back into the house. But it was me against him.
“Please master, punish me in a different way. Cars are passing by.” I said pleadingly.
“That’s not my business. We are going to take a walk, around your house.. before we get into the house again, and you are expected to be on all four.”
I bowed my head in shame, and allowed Ethan lead me around my house, I could see most of my far away neighbours staring out their window, or courtyard. Passerby, staring so concentratedly. Cars passing by, didn’t miss out the show either. This is the most embarrassing/humiliating day of my life, but the embarrassment didn’t end there.
When I thought the whole drama was finally over, I was happy to be heading back into my house, when I saw a very familiar lady standing right outside my house. Brenda!
“What is going on here?.” She asked, stopping me and Ethan abruptly. Now, this could either go so well.. or badly.