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Co-Author: Kit Cartaii
Edited by ElmerStudd
Authors Note:
Kit and I planned a much longer story involving more activity and characters. Unfortunately, Kit was unable to continue writing his part. I may continue this on my own if there is interest in continuing.
TRIGGER WARNING:
This story contains non-consenual sexual encounters. This is only a fantasy. Always ensure you have explicit consent from all sexual partners prior to engaging in sexual liaisons. If you were a victim of sexual assault please seek help from The National Sexual Assault Hotline
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I was at my computer, logged into my favorite MMO. It was like Second Life, but more adult-oriented. My avatar was standing in a jail cell and there was a female avatar in the cell. She was on her knees giving my avatar a blow job. I began to type...
Sir Sailé: "That's right bitch, make me cum."
Her response came fast, she was an excellent typist...
0wn3d_5lu7: "Oh Master! this one loves the feel of your hard cock blasting its life-giving juice on this whore’s slutty face."
I smiled as my avatar started to spew virtual cum onto my collared submissive. She was my most loyal and favorite submissive. She was the only sub in my harem that had earned my collar. It took her three years to earn the right to wear my collar. Our collaring ceremony was two years ago and she had never once given me a reason to regret taking that step. As a surprise I had a designer make a special collar for her.
Her favorite fantasies focused on prisons. She would be the inmate and gangbanged by the guards or she was a lawyer visiting a violent client who raped her. I let her act out those scenarios as a special treat that she earned.
Yesterday, I instructed her to wait by her computer for a message from me and to respond within five seconds. Over six hours I sent between one and three words an hour and after each word she responded without fail. Since she proved her obedience and loyalty, I found a jail. I got a cop uniform for my avatar and we played a guard and prisoner scenario. Once my avatar ejaculated all over her face, I leaned back in my office chair and smiled. I typed...
Sir Sailé: "I have to leave for work now pet. You may go dancing, but wear my cum with pride! I will be back tonight. May you bring honor and favor to my collar, my beloved pet.”
I always signed off with that phrase and her response was just as much a part of our ritual, taken from the submissive's creed...
0wn3d_5lu7: My actions reflect upon you, my Master. I will never intentionally embarrass or displease you, for if I do I will surrender your collar.
I logged out, sighing as I shut off my computer and stood up. I took a shower and got ready for work. I wasn't looking forward to the long bus ride to a job that sucked. At least the pay was craptastic.
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For those who don't know about the Utherverse, It's an MMO world like Second Life, but very adult. You could do virtual drugs, go swimming, fuck pretty much anywhere, go to night clubs. Among a lot more. You could even have a virtual apartment and set up your own corner of the world. There's an in-world currency called Rays, that's exchangeable for real money. I had a good friend, in the world, who was in a car wreck and bedridden for the better part of a year. She spent every waking moment in the world, being a working girl. She made enough money to cover her bills and save a bit of cash.
I was a well known and popular Dom, with about a dozen females in my harem, but only one had earned my collar. I regularly hired out my girls to be the entertainment at parties of all kinds. I made enough to pay my monthly membership fee, pay rent on my night club and a few other venues I owned.
As I got ready for work, I looked back on my life. I had planned to be a cop, like every other male of my family. Then 9/11 happened, and in patriotic fervor, I joined the Navy and became a Master at Arms. I loved the job and my police recruiter had promised preferred treatment when got out. Then one night my life changed when I took an arrow to the knee.
I was only a few months from my discharge date when I responded to a radio report of unknown trouble. I arrived on scene first and got out of the patrol car to investigate. When I stood up, I got shot in the left knee with a crossbow bolt. I drew my Colt 1911 and fired six rounds, killing my attacker. The investigation found the seaman was drunk and had robbed several people.
I spent the last bit of my enlistment in a Naval Hospital recovery unit, doing physical therapy. Before my discharge I tried to enlist in the Naval Reserve. BuPers refused my reenlistment due to my bad knee. NavMed refused to give me a disability rating. Too hurt to serve, but not hurt enough to qualify for medical care or disability payments. Go figure.
Once I had my DD214, I returned to my home town. My third day back, I called my police recruiter, to get things rolling. They conducted a long and drawn-out review of my medical records. After several physicals, I was told, due to the ‘severe damage' of my patella, I was no longer a viable candidate.
I tried for a waiver for every police department, county sheriff’s office, and state police agency. I’d even applied to NCIS, but none of them would consider someone with a bad knee. As a last resort, I applied for a waiver to reenlist in the Navy, which was denied. I had no idea what to do with my life.
I took a job as a security guard, to get out of the house and make some money, while I tried to figure out what to do with my life. I got assigned to work in an upscale condo in the heart of downtown Orlando. Within three months I got a promotion to shift supervisor. two months later I was again promoted to site supervisor.
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That day, like every other weekday, I arrived at work and relived the third shift supervisor. Minutes after I’d arrived, the rest of my first shift team began to relieve their counterparts. Each shift had 6 officers assigned. Including me, there were seven on the first shift. There was a shift supervisor, three rovers, and two access control officers. As each officer arrived, they checked in with me and went to their assigned post. My post orders required they rotate posts every two hours. This was to keep them for getting bored and to keep protect them from the Florida heat.
Once everyone checked in and taken their posts, I made spot checks of known trouble spots in the building. Then I got on the computer and read emails from the property manager, or residents that I would need to deal with. Once I had made note of a few minor issues, I reviewed the security logs for anything that I needed to be aware of. There wasn’t anything pressing. The biggest concern was internal security upgrades. There was yet another memo, to all employees about the ‘pain in the ass bitch lawyer,’ in the penthouse. She was the bane of everyone's existence.
I stood up, stretched, and headed to the bathroom. After finishing up, I washed my hands and looked into the mirror to check my uniform. I may hate the job, but the Navy taught me pride in appearance. A lesson I was trying to instill in my officers with varying degrees of success. I looked good if my biased opinion counted. All 6'2" 190 pounds of me. Dark olive complexion, clean-shaven, close-cropped jet black hair, and brown eyes. Not bad I thought, before returning to my desk.
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0wn3d_5lu7 spent a couple of hours online before she logged out of the Utherverse. Before leaving her desk, she kissed two fingers and pressed them against the cool glass of a picture prominently displayed nearby. It was a picture of her collaring ceremony. She was standing naked in front of many of her online friends. Her master had just presented her the collar he’d designed for her. It was the happiest moment of her life. Better than graduating Summa Cum Laude and being the valedictorian at Yale. Or graduating Summa Cum Laude and valedictorian of her Columbia Law School class.
Standing up from her computer chair, she put on her robe and looked into the full-length mirror next to her desk. She started to recite a mantra she’d written. It helped take her out of subspace and give her the strength and power she needed for the real world:
“I am a strong and powerful woman. I trust I will make the right choices for me and my clients. I have a well of strength and power to draw upon as needed. I am woman! I am powerful! I am Raquel!” she shouted the last three words. She then went to take a shower and relax before starting her workday.
After graduation, she’d clerked for a Supreme Court Justice until that justice died. She decided to get away from Washington DC and the cold harsh winters. She found a job as a Junior Partner at the Orlando office of Gambini and Woods Law Firm. She started in the Criminal Defense division. She’d won ninety of her first one hundred cases and her billable hours were the second highest in the firm. The Senior partners began to take notice of her. To be honest, they had already noticed her. She was in her twenties, good looking, with legs that started in Key West and didn’t stop until they hit Canada.
Now they noticed her for her brains and talent. She made Partner in record time. Then Senior Partner in less than a year. Now, her only obstacle to becoming a named partner was Vinny’s wife, Mona Lisa. The two women did not get along! It was one of those things. They were both beautiful Alpha women.
The first time Mona Lisa had met her, she was flying to Las Vegas with Vinny to meet with a client. She could still hear that annoying, whiny, voice. “That’s who you’re going with, while I stay home with Vinny Jr?” Ever since Mona Lisa had a strong dislike for Raquel. The feeling was mutual.
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Once she had dressed for work, she went to her home office. She’d convinced the Senior Partners to approve telecommuting. Her home office was a lot nicer than the one at the firm. Besides, with the hours she worked, she would almost never be home. Her biggest benefit as, that she could log in to the Utherverse anytime she wanted. That and she never had to deal with office politics or gossip, which she hated with a passion.
She read a deposition her associate conducted. As she read the document, she idly fingered a gold choker she’d bought herself. It was a subtle reminder of her Master, that she was his and his alone. Even if it was virtual, she had an owner, and he had collared her. She’d thought about asking Sir Sailé to take ownership of her in real life. She had a streak of independence that wouldn’t let her surrender herself to another. At least not the way she desired.
Raquel stood up and stretched after reviewing several depositions. She had to find something, anything, that would help her client. So far there wasn't anything to help her case. She grabbed her phone and called her personal investigator, to see if he had found anything yet. She left him a voicemail. While waiting for him to get back to her, she decided to take a break and go get a cup of coffee. She loved the special brew the President of the Republic of Colombia sent her. He sent her two pounds a week in gratitude for keeping his son out of jail when he’d got arrested and charged with a DUI.
When she had returned to her office, she saw that ‘damn peeping spic’ looking in her window, again. It was the third time this week. She stormed out of her office and called the useless flashlight cops, again to deal with this.
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"Security, Lieutenant Murphy."
"Those fuckin' spics in maintenance are looking in my windows again. Do something or I'll have your ass," she seethed. I grimaced as the caller slammed the phone down before I could respond.
"Rich Bitch?" asked the parking lot rover who was checking in after making his initial round.
I nodded and debated having the building rover take care of her complaint. I decided to handle it myself. No matter who I sent to deal with her, she would escalate the situation until I went up there. I stood up making sure my uniform was perfect. I used my passkey and rode the elevator to the penthouse. When the elevator doors opened, she was waiting for me.
"Last week they were looking in my kitchen windows, today they’re looking in my office windows. Are you going to report them or do I need to get your ass fired?" she barked at me before the elevator doors even finished opening.
Struggling to keep my temper in check, I spoke as if she was a naughty child and I was about to lose your temper. "Ma'am, I told you last week, the maintenance staff is painting the exterior walls of the building. THEY ARE NOT spying on you, They're doing their job."
She grabbed my arm and dragged me into her office. She pointed to Mario, who was standing on a ladder. “Look, that spic is spying on me!”
"First of all, Ma'am,” I said, my voice dripping venomous sarcasm on the last word, “Mario is a Wop, not a Spic. I’m a Spic. If you’re going to be a racist bitch at least be smart enough to use the right racial slur, you uptight harpy. If you look at his clothes, you can see they're covered in paint. He's holding a fucking paintbrush and there’s a bucket of paint next to him.” I had lost my temper and knew that I was about to get fired. At this point I didn’t care, I wanted her to know what everyone thought of her.
“Now is there anything else I can do for you..." my voice trailed off as I saw a framed photo on her desk. A photo I knew all too well. I had the exact same one on my desk. I stepped closer to be sure. It was, in fact, the photo of our collaring ceremony I’d sent to 0wn3d_5lu7 and instructed her to keep on her desk. My mind began to race, covering everything I knew about 0wn3d_5lu7:
“Lawyer. Lives in Orlando. Thirty-four. Yale/Columbia. Daughter in boarding school. Gold choker. Lives alone. Works at home. Senior Partner.” then I compared those details to what I knew about Ms. Raquel Piedmont...
“Lawyer. Orlando. Mid-thirties. Yale and Columbia pennants on the wall. Picture of a pretty teen girl in school uniform on desk. Wearing a gold choker. Lives alone. Works from home. Senior partner... it couldn't be, could it?”
Realizing that I was going to lose my job, no matter what. I decided that, if the bold got the spoils, then it was time to be bold. My dick grew hard as I stepped close to her. She was apoplectic. Her face had grown red. Her mouth opened and closed while glaring at me in shock. She never had to deal with someone who was willing to speak to her that way. I looked her square in the eyes. Her mouth stopped moving as she waited for me to speak. I reached up and slapped her across her face.
As she drew in a breath to scream, I simply said, “May you bring honor and favor to my collar, my beloved pet.” While speaking I lightly touched the choker she’d bought to wear ‘in the meat’ to remind her of her status.
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Raquel stood there frozen. No one, not even her peers, had ever dared to talk to her like that. She had never been so enraged in her life, she couldn’t even speak. Then, without any warning whatsoever, the fucking peon had slapped Raquel. She could feel a huge red handprint marring her perfect skin. She was in shock. Her face burning hot as she glowered at the brazen menial who committed battery. She was already writing the lawsuit in her head. She would sue him, the company he worked for, the Condo management company, and anyone else she could think of. She was going to destroy him. Then, she was going to make sure that the DA arrested the fucker and threw the entire fucking library at him.
She was about to start screaming and throw things at the piece of shit when she heard his words. Those words. Her Master's words. ‘What? Him? No!’ raced through her mind as she tried to deal with the changing reality of her world. She’d always been a strong, independent, woman. She had gone up against world-renown lawyers and had taken them down. Why couldn’t she take this pathetic loser down? She stood there, without reacting to his despicable criminal behavior.
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"Yes my beloved pet,” he started. “I am Sir Sailé in the Utherverse and you, you are 0wn3d_5lu7, who wears my collar. I am disappointed that one who wears my collar would say such things about others. It’s unacceptable! I need to teach you how to treat and respect others,” as I tugged at her choker, threatening to break it off.
I looked her over like she was a piece of meat in a butcher shop. She was an attractive woman, nice tits, long legs, a good figure, and she had a very pretty face. Too bad her personality didn't match her looks. ‘Well that's something I can fix,’ I thought to myself as I reached out and pinched her erect nipples.
"I’ll be back after my shift ends. You will wait for me here. If you don't, I will ensure that your submissive nature becomes common knowledge among the members of Florida's Bar." I warned her as I spun on my heels and left before she could say anything. As I rode the elevator down, I began making plans to take control of my online slut, in person.
Arriving back at the security desk, the field supervisor of the day was waiting. "How'd it go Rick?" he asked.
"Ms. Raquel Piedmont will be a lot easier to handle going forward," I told him. ‘Her attitude is going to change drastically,' I told myself. Then we began to go over the upcoming security upgrades.
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Once she was alone, she let out a strangled scream. Standing there, with her fists clenched, she decided to take a shower, hoping to wash away her anger. As the water ran over her naked body, she considered her options. She could call his boss, get him fired and sue them for every dime. There were always criminal charges of assault and sexual battery. Then her submissive nature and sexual predilections would become common knowledge. That was unacceptable. It would give other lawyers an advantage if they knew how submissive she was.
She could try to pay him off. She had money and he didn’t even own a car. 'Maybe if I buy him one of those spic-mobiles. Those ugly ass half car half pick up. One of the dumb-ass bouncy ones with small tires. What are they called? El Caminos buy him an Elcamino low rider.' She thought. 'Get the stupid bastard one of those. He’ll be too busy showing it off to his drunken, wetback, buddies and drinking Coronas outside a Bodega. He'd forget all about me.'
As she washed her body, she felt her anger easing. Now she had a plan. Both a carrot, the El Camino, and a stick, criminal charges and lawsuit. Her plan was foolproof. There was no way that he would refuse. 'I could even offer some cash to go with the car. I could even offer him a plane ticket. Let him go visit his family back in, whatever shithole of a banana republic, he came from.' She began to write up an ironclad, Non-Disclosure Agreement in her head. She included some hefty cash penalties if he ever revealed her secret.
As her hands washed her body, she started to fondle her naked, wet, soapy breasts. Her other hand slipped down her taut stomach, feeling the firm skin from her Tae-Bo and Yoga classes. She remembered when she told her Master how she’d started to put on a little weight from working in an office all day. He’d ordered her to start exercising, to stay in shape. She was proud of how fit she was and it was because of him. She would never have started exercising if he hadn’t made her.
As she caressed her clit, she thought, ‘I could give myself to him. He is a kind and loving owner.' She thought about when her mom died, he’d stayed online with her for fifteen hours straight. He missed two shifts because she needed him. That had shown her that he cared for and maybe even loved her.
Their relationship had only existed in cyberspace. Yet, it was the most satisfying relationship she’d ever had. She had dated a few times after he collared her, but couldn't shake the feeling that she was cheating on her Master. She hadn't had a date since. 'I could give myself to him.' As she was thinking this, her fingers slipped in and out of her delicate folds and she tugged on her nipples. Her hand lifted her breast and she was about to suck on her nipple. She caught sight of herself in the fog proof full-length mirror she had installed in her shower."Fuck!" she screamed. She couldn't let herself lose control like that. She had to stay in control in order to get rid of him, that was the only option. She shut off the water and stepped out of the shower.
She liked her plan. It was more than generous. She was a top negotiator. Often called in to close deals others couldn't. 'It should be a piece of cake to convince a piece of shit, broke ass, loser, security guard to go away and forget her.' She thought. 'Hell, I'd closed deals worth tens of millions of dollars with a single phone call. Getting him to disappear would cost her five, or six grand. I'll go up to ten if I have to. If I need to, I could even give him a blow job.' She told herself, getting titillated at the idea of sucking him off. She nodded to herself as she dressed in her most powerful and successful business suit. She had never lost a case or failed to close a deal while she wore this outfit. As she dressed, she mentally prepared for the negotiation.
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I sat at my desk, daydreaming for the rest of my shift. When my relief came in, I handed over the building keys and walkie talkie. "I gotta go to the management office,” I said. “I'll see you guys tomorrow."
The rest of his team called out farewells as the afternoon shift took over. I took the elevator to the third floor, ran up two flights of stairs, and then took the elevator up to the penthouse. When the doors opened I called out, "Attend to me, my pet." The same message I used to let her know I was online.
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‘Time to put on a show,’ she thought, fighting the urge to do grievous harm to the idiot standing in front of her. "This one is here to serve you," she said, dropping to her knees. Mentally she cursed herself for assuming the submissive position. At least she wasn't naked as her avatar usually was. Deciding to play the part of his submissive might make it easier to get him to go away. All she had to do was to wait for her opportunity.
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"Now my pet," I said, unzipping myself and pulling out my penis. You know that clothing is disallowed in my presence. All my rules are in force when we are together, online, or in person. This is the only time I will forgive you for breaking a rule." I stepped forward and waved my cock in her face. “You do know how to greet me though, don't you?"
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She stared at the penis, feeling an all to familiar itch. But this wasn't a good start to the negotiation. There was no way that this shithead would think of her as anything more than his submissive if she gave in. She would lose any power she had over him.
Her eyes widened in horror as she said "This one was taught by her master many years ago, how to greet him.” She leaned in and softly kissed the head of his penis. She was barely able to stop herself from taking his shaft into her mouth.
She had to admit to herself, it was the nicest penis she’d ever seen. It curved just like her favorite dildo, the one that made her squirt every time she used it. His pubes were well groomed. When she looked up for his approval, she realized how tall and handsome he looked in his uniform. Even the slight limp he had was endearing, she suddenly realized that he looked just like a prison guard...
She mentally slapped herself, trying to get herself to snap out of it. This was a dangerous path, one she couldn’t afford to take if she wanted to get rid of him, but part of her mind was asking ‘Do you? Do you want to get rid of him?’
To buy a bit of time she said to him, "I am sorry sir. This one can not do as you command in these clothes." She hoped he would give her a chance to go change. That would buy her time to clear her head and gather her thoughts. She could even get a shot of Jack to steady her nerves.
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"Then I’ll help you dress properly," I said, smiling at her. Pulling out my pocket knife, I flicked it open. "Don't move, I don't want to hurt you,...at least not yet." I smiled as she watched my every move, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. I pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and away from her body. I slipped the sharp blade into the shirt and slid it up, cutting off each button, one at a time.
Her eyes widened in horror as he’d pulled out the knife. He had never used or threatened to use a weapon on her before. She had never felt so frightened for her life. It was almost a relief when he started slicing off her $400 Prada Blouse. She flinched each time a button landed on the hardwood floor with a clatter. 'I can always have the buttons sewn back on,' she told herself.
Once the last button had lost its battle with gravity, I let go of the blouse. It hung open still covering her breasts. Then I lifted her arm and eased the knife into the sleeve at the wrist. The sharp blade sliced through the material to the collar with ease. Then I did the same on the right side. The destroyed blouse fell to the floor.
Looking down at the destroyed blouse, she mused 'That has to be the most expensive rag I own.' She stayed still, only a red satin bra with black lace trim hiding the wonderful softness of her breasts.
I spent time appreciating the sexy bra that was all that kept her luscious tits hidden. I left that alone as I slid the flat of the knife into the waistband of her skirt. I eased the well-honed blade to the seam. With a quick flick of my wrist, the blade sliced the material of her skirt from the waistband to the hem. The skirt floated toward the ground and puddled around her ankles. The matching French cut panties looked very hot on her trim, taut, body.
She held her tongue as her blouse became the second most expensive rag she owned. Her $1100 Gucci skirt was now her most expensive rag. After looking at her destroyed clothes, she looked up at the man she was going to destroy. She saw him looking down at her with a pleased smirk on his face.
"The next time you refuse a command, you will get disciplined. Now..." I folded my knife and put it away, "Greet me as I require."
She watched him put the knife away, relieved he hadn’t cut off her Dolce and Gabbana lingerie. She wondered why he he hadn't finished stripping her. Her brain was screaming at her to get up and run, that he was about to rape and murder her. But her body was frozen in place. This was her beloved and trusted master and she was too well trained to disobey him.
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She had no more excuses, no way to stall. It was either do as he commanded or suffer the consequences. She took a deep breath and with practiced skill, she licked the very head of his tool and put her hand around the base. She eased her head forward. Part of her demanded that she perform an oral Lorena Bobbitt. Once she caught a whiff of his masculine musk and tasted his briny flavor that idea disappeared. It had been over eighteen months since she'd been intimate with a person. Playing online and using her toy collection lessened her need. She was still a woman and craved the real thing. Besides, her training told her not to use her teeth and she well remembered that lesson.
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I felt amazed at her oral skill. I’d never had someone so well versed in how to please a man. Even the Filipino whores had nothing on this high class, rich bitch, lawyer in the cock sucking arena. I sighed in pleasure and pushed her bra under her tits. The globes were lifted like a peasant offering a tribute to his liege. Her nipples were erect, so I took one in my hand and began to twist it. I enjoyed her painful moans as she continued to pleasure my cock with her mouth. I drove my dick to the back of her throat, not stopping until my ball sack was rubbing against her lips. I would only pull out when she started to struggle for air. I loved the muscle spasms in her neck when my dick was buried in her throat. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, daring her to try and fight me.
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She couldn't breathe, never mind scream. Her head hurt and she couldn't make a sound. His cock, his massive cock, was pounding into her throat with the same force as a jackhammer. She couldn't...wouldn't do anything about the invading force. She hated herself for how much she fucking loved the abuse. She didn't have any control.
Part of her was urging her to bite down, so hard that he’d lose his dick, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She would never hurt her beloved master. She was becoming addicted to him. There was still a part of her screaming that this was rape, she still couldn't bring herself to disobey.
The small part of her that wanted to keep control and pay him to go away urged her to stop being a quivering mass of flesh. Obedient to Masters every whim. That part of her was getting smaller and smaller the longer she was in his presence.
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I grew intoxicated by the power I had over this woman. Her oral skills were well above par. I had no idea of the ways my life would be changing. I had started to plan our future. With her money we would led very interesting and adventurous lives.
I ignored the gagging sounds, loving the way her throat massaged my cock when she choked. While her nose was buried in my pubes, I looked down at her, "Slut, you’re mine now, not only online but in real life. I own you and plan on being your Master full time. I will be moving in with you starting..." I glance at my watch "now."
I slid my cock completely out of her mouth and watched as she sucked in air. When she tried to speak, I rammed it back into her throat. As it slid down her gullet, I reminded her, "You only open your dick sucker to suck a cock or when given permission."
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Raquel felt relief and disappointment when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. ‘Time to end this,’ she thought, getting ready to talk her way out of this salacious experience. Words were her stock in trade and she was a virtuoso. Master had seen her mouth open but didn't give her a chance to say anything. His cock again slammed into her throat and she growled at the unexpected invasion. Raquel was starting to get mad. Mad at herself for allowing this to happen. Mad at him for his control over her. Mad at the universe for making her submissive. Mad at the internet for bringing this man into her life.
His cock withdrew and slammed down her throat again and she moaned as it did. That moan was the last straw. It extinguished the last spark of the strong independent woman she had been. Ms. Raquel Piedmont accepted him as her Master. All she wanted to know is how he would punish her for not submitting to her owner when they met.
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I began to skull fuck her, trying to make myself cum. I began to thrust myself into her mouth over and over, the pressure building. I reached down and grabbed her tits. I squeezed and pulled them, my fingers dug cruelly into the unmarred, soft flesh.
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With a pain-filled moan, tears started to roll down her face as she started to encourage him to throat rape her. Her tongue began to slide over his cock, licking the tip whenever it was in her mouth and not her stomach. She planned to give him the best orgasm of his life. Her hope was that he wouldn't punish her for her earlier reticence if she pleased him. Without any warning, his cock drove deeper than ever into her throat. With a simple grunt, his dick spewed his cum into her belly. She was not ready for the powerful explosion and it made her choke. She had to fight her reflexes to keep from spitting it all over her Mahogany floor. Despite the cock lodged in her throat, she was able to keep his cum in her mouth and swallow it.
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"Once my balls were drained, I pulled my cock from her mouth and nudged her with the toe of my 5.11 tactical boot. "Go brush your teeth, dick breath. Then bring your skanky ass into my bedroom," I commanded. Once she scurried to do my bidding, I walked into the master bedroom. I grabbed the remote for the large screen TV and turned it on before lying down on my new bed.
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She scurried on all fours into the master bathroom and brushed her teeth. Without even thinking about it, she stripped off her lingerie, tossing it in her hamper. After running her fingers through her hair, she sashayed into the bedroom. His dick was still sticking out of his pants. He didn’t take his eyes off the TV when he spoke. “Go make me a sandwich. Ham, and Swiss on white or rye, with mayo, lettuce, tomato, and pickles. And a beer to drink, hurry up my little slut. I'm famished. In fact, make two."
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For a moment, her independence and free will tried to stage a coup by sending her propaganda about him. ‘He’s a rapist! Don’t feed him, if you do, he’ll never go away.' Her submissive nature had grown and with little effort quashed the rebellion. She went into her kitchen and built him the best sandwiches she could. She put them on her finest china and put them on the lap tray that she used for meals in front of her TV. She poured him a glass of the only beer she had in the house, Sam Adams Utopias.
Her rebellious side tried a last-ditch effort to free her from her Master's control. ‘That beer is $200 a bottle, there’s no way he’ll appreciate it. Get him a can of Bud.’ She ignored the thought, lifted the tray, and entered her bedroom. His spit coated dick still flying free.
She set the tray up for her Master, then knelt beside the bed awaiting further instructions. She watched him take a bite of the sandwich and chew it. He ignored her, as he concentrated on some damn war movie. Explosions blood and death filled the screen. Men losing limbs and machines dying violent deaths. She hated this type of movie and averted her eyes and tried to block out the sound.
She watched him reach for the beer, lift the glass, and take a sip. She smirked as she watched his reaction to the rich, uncarbonated, beer that was more like a fine cognac a beer.
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“Sam Adams Utopias,” he stated. Very well done my pet. A friend and I buy one bottle every year and share it on New Year's Eve. You have pleased me. For that, you have earned a treat.”
I took another bite of the sandwich and then pulled the moist morsel out of my mouth. I held it out as if I was offering table scraps to a dog. “Aren’t you hungry pet? Come get your treat. Either eat what I give you my pet or you don't eat until breakfast."
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Without any internal struggle, she opened her mouth and took the bite of the sandwich and ate it. She felt grateful for his thoughtfulness in feeding her. As soon as she swallowed, he tipped the glass of beer, spilling a mouthful which she caught in her mouth. She savored the flavors of molasses, earthy wood, dates, and some light smokiness.
They continued in this fashion. Every other bite would be feed to her, then a sip of beer until both sandwiches were gone. Once the food and beer were gone, he gestured to the dirty dishes on the tray. Raquel jumped up and took them to the kitchen to wash them. As soon as she shut the water off, she felt a hand grab her by the hair and drag her into the bathroom.
She heard him announce “I gotta piss.” He dragged her through the apartment like a caveman choosing his mate. She tried to object. Her online profile was explicit about no urine play, and he had always respected that before. There was no way she was going to let him empty his bladder on or in her body. She was not a toilet and would not become one for him or anyone else. That was a deal-breaker for her.
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When I walked into the bathroom, I lifted the lid and stood there with my dick hanging out. Letting go of her hair, I took her hand and wrapped it around my dick, "Aim well pet or you’ll have a mess to clean up. I watched her aim my dick at the toilet and smiled when she hit the bullseye.
I zipped myself up and looked at my pet, "Get dressed my pet. We’re going to my apartment to get my possessions. I’ll be moving in with you, tonight. I will be living here from now on. Oh, and pet, we need to discuss your racist and elitist attitudes. Remember what you said, ‘My actions reflect upon you, my Master. I will never intentionally embarrass or displease you. For if I do I will surrender your collar...’ Well the way you treat people both embarrasses and displeases me. As the one responsible for you and your behavior, I will put a stop to this ugliness in you. If you behave for the rest of the day, I will allow you to keep your clothes. For each infraction you make, I will destroy something you’re wearing. I don't care if you end up naked, carrying my boxes from the garage to the penthouse.”
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She shuddered in pleasure at his words. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be good or to end up naked in public, where anyone could see and photograph her.
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