Frightened slutty captive…
He gripped my wrist and said “do not touch yourself there again unless you have my permission! And don’t bother asking if you can touch yourself. I will tell you when you may beg for permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly.
I know it doesn’t make sense.
After my bath, I was trembling and on the verge of tears, but at the same time my pussy was dripping wet. I was so excited that I could feel drop after drop sliding down my inner thighs. Well, it didn’t make sense then but I’m used to that feeling now. Scared and intensely horny at the same time. I found out the first day that fear is a powerful turn on for me.
I was also considering that I might figure out how to get out of the rest of the weekend and just go home. Maybe I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a frightened slutty captive anymore. Or for this very dominant man, who was so different than I expected, to make me wait for permission to beg to touch myself. Especially when my pussy was already aching for release. In fact, my horniness and desperation were becoming very hard to ignore. In fact, that quickly became pretty much all I thought about.
Of course, freedom from my crushing student loan debt won out over my fear and uncertainty over the long weekend. Julian seemed to sense my uneasiness and probably suspected that I was considering returning the money and leaving. He said that I should speak freely and tell him everything that was bothering me. I told him everything that was on my mind. The fact that he tricked me into being a frightened slutty captive. And that he misrepresented himself when he was charming, flirty and gentlemanly at dinner. I even told him that I had been well on my way to falling for him. He listened quietly until I got everything out and I sensed that my permission to speak openly was over.
This frightened slutty captive will be an owned possession?
“Yes, I did trick you and I don’t feel bad about it at all. This is not exactly a game to me but close to it,” he explained. “I love the thrill of breaking a strong woman. Making her completely submissive and eventually a possession that I own.” He said that I should think of this weekend as an audition of sorts. I definitely had questions but I instinctively knew that I should not speak without permission.
First, WTF?? Seriously… an owned possession? The whole point of the money I was earning this weekend was to give me more freedom. Not less freedom – or really, no freedom at all. But I didn’t ask that question. What I did do was kneel quietly at his feet, pussy dripping and clit aching for release more than ever. I realized that the only question that I cared about at this point was if my audition to be a slutty frightened captive was going well. I really, really hoped it was.
So many rules!
Later, he went over some rules for me. I had agreed before I even got here that I would obey all of his rules when I was his frightened slutty captive. Now that we both knew that I was going to stay for the three days, I needed to know my place. He said that his goal was not to make me miserable but to train me to be submissive and obedient. I already knew a couple of his rules. No touching my pussy or my nipples without permission and I would always have to beg for that privilege. Of course, I was never allowed to ask. That would definitely keep me a horny slutty captive.
Also, I could only speak when he granted permission. If I needed to speak I would request this by kneeling quietly with my head lowered until he noticed and granted me permission to speak. Also, he may at times tell me to speak.
Any hole, any time…
This was yet another thing that filled me with panic and fear. And made my pussy drip as well. My clit ached so intensely that I did not know if I was going to make it through the rest of the day, much less the long weekend without breaking Julian’s first rule. But, I didn’t even want to speculate about the punishment for disobedience.
As part of being his owned object, my only concern was to be his pleasure. It was the only thing I was allowed to focus on and I was not supposed to think about satisfying my own needs at all. As such, my entire body was his to do with whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He told me that all of my holes were to be available to him for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and for however long he wanted. And with that, he unzipped his pants, took out his thick, hard cock and held it in front of my face.
He hadn’t asked me to, but instinctively I knew that I should be on my knees unless told otherwise. This position was the perfect height for him to fuck my face. I automatically opened my mouth and he shoved that big cock down my throat while my pussy dripped onto the floor. He gagged me mercilessly with it until he pulled out at the last second and emptied his balls onto my face.
Next up: Surely there can’t be any more rules. That’s enough to remember!
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