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 Title: Submissive Girlfriend
Author: Airimis
Keywords: MF, Submissive, Humiliation, cons
Summary: A submissive girlfriend tells her side of the relationship and
about the man she is devoted to.
My name is Kim and this isn't the kind of thing that I normally do. 
Usually Jeremy is on the computer and sites like this.  I really hope I'm
doing this right and it ends up making it online after I finally built up
the nerve to write this.  I found this site and his collection of stories a
few months ago.  I know he reads sex stories on the internet and even saves
them to the computer, but I was never curious as to what was in them until

I accidently saw one.

   He has a lot of them saved to the computer.  I have only been through a
handful of them, but they seem to have the same theme: master and
submissive.  There are some that take things to the extreme and I'm worried
those might give him some ideas that I don't like.

   But back to the reason I'm writing.  It took a while, but I wanted to
post my side of the story.  I am his.  It didn't develop over night and I
am at a point in my life where I would be lost without him.  But I have no
doubt over the last two years.  Simply, I am HIS.

   Jeremy and I have been together seven years this summer.  I guess since
I don't know when you're reading this I'll say that this started back in
2005.  We knew each other in high school.  He was a little chubby and
quiet. I was two years younger than him and had a crush on him.  He was in
my circle of friends, but I didn't have the guts to tell him that I liked
him.  He was a senior and I was a little chubby myself and didn't have that
much self esteem to come outright and tell him how I felt.  We talked and
were friends.

   He left for the army after he graduated.  I didn't know if I would see
him again, but as soon as he was home from boot camp, his sister called me
(we were friends at the time) and invited me over for a party for him. 
Jenny Craig has nothing on Army Boot Camp.  Every bit of fat was gone and
replaced with muscle.  His uniform and military hair cut was just icing on
the cake.

   I was practically drooling, but I was still too shy to say anything to
the effect that I liked him.  That night, his sister asked me to stay at
their place (it was a little bit of a drive to take me home because I
didn't have a car).  Late that night, somehow it was just he and I left up
watching movies.  I don't even remember what was on, other than we had fun
laughing at it.

   It started softly.  He rubbed my shoulders and sat behind me on the
couch.  His strong hands seemed to make me melt.  He felt so warm sitting
behind me.  I had my legs up and a blanket over me.  He had been flirting
with me all day, but this was different.  His hands roamed freely on my
back and arms.  After a half an hour, he pulled me to lay back on him.  I
had on a t-shirt and windbreaker pants.  I don't remember much else about
that day, but I remember those well.  I was already turned on by the
massage, but when he pulled me back against him; his arms came around me
and started touching everywhere else.

   I liked it.  He didn't really force me into anything.  He started slow.
He caressed my neck.  He fingers massaged my sides and slid my shirt up
exposing my mid-drift.  His other hand rubbed my leg and inside my thighs
staying clear of the aching between my legs.  The thought of telling him no
didn't enter my mind.  He had me so worked up that I wanted him to touch
me. I would have let him do anything.

   He made me suffer through another half hour of television and torture
like this before he went farther.  He talked to me about things, but none
of it pertained to what his hands were doing to my body.  He waiting until
I was breathing hard to continue exploring my body.  He had me so worked up
that I would have stripped for him right there in his parents living room
if he would have asked me.  He slid his hand up and cupped my breast.  He
found my nipple and started teasing it.  My tight bra seemed to annoy him.

   That was when I received my first command from him.  It wasn't harsh,
mean or demanding.  "Pull your bra up," was all he said.  He didn't ask if
I would.  He didn't ask if I wanted him to touch me, which I wanted him to
anyway.  He just simply told me what he wanted done.

   I did it.

   He began fondling my chest and came down and started kissing my neck. 
He felt so powerful.  If I had to find a word for him at the time, that
would be it.  I was lost in him when his other hand found the juncture
between my legs and I opened to him.  I had wanted him to touch me and
there was no hesitation for me.  He slid his hand down my pants and into my
cotton underwear.

   I had my legs open for him, but he whispered for me to spread my legs
and I obeyed.  He had me cumming just from his touch.  He made me cum
several times alternating by playing with my clit and with his finger deep
in me.  He kept rubbing my breast.  He kept messing with me by sucking on
my neck, kissing up to my ear, and whispering into my ear about how sexy I
was and that he had always thought I was attractive when we went to school
together.

   After a while, I thought I might be developing asthma because he
wouldn't let me catch my breath.  I had touched myself and brought myself
to orgasm before, but after one or two, I would always be done.  He didn't
stop.  He asked if I needed a break and I pleaded with him, but it only
came out as a whimper.  He slowed down on me but didn't stop.  He let me
catch my breath for a few minutes, but never really stopped massaging my
body.  Then he started back up and it seemed to be a game to him.  He
wanted to see how many times I could orgasm for him.  He kept telling me
that God had blessed women with multiple orgasms and it wasn't fair to men.
All I could do was to hold onto his arms and put my mouth to his strong
forearm to keep from screaming in pleasure.

   No one had ever done anything like this to me before.  After an hour of
ecstasy he finally let me come down and even then caressed my outer area
between my legs.  My underwear and his hand were soaked from my cum.  I
would have felt humiliated about it normally but I was too exhausted at the
moment.  I just lay with my head on his lap looking up at the man who had
given me the best night of my life so far as he ran his fingers through my
long hair.

   I had thoughts of pleasuring him and other than groping him a little, he
didn't seem to be interested in it.  I was much too wore out to do more.  I
would have let him, though.  I know that now.

   From that night on, we were a couple.  I wasn't a virgin.  That had been
given up to someone far less deserving when I was younger and much too
stupid to understand that I should have waited for a guy like this.

   Because he was away in the military for a while and I was finishing
school, our relationship was a long distance one.  He came back every
chance he could and we made up for lost time.  I'm not going to bore you
with details of every visit, but I will tell you that he had a seemingly
endless sexual appetite.  He would send me naughty letters at about once a
week with different sex stories that I would read over and over.  Most of
the time, I would have to masturbate just to cool myself off.  I think
that's what he wanted.  He bought me a vibrator when I was seventeen that I
kept hidden from my mom.  By the time he came back for each visit, I primed
for sex.  He didn't even have to seduce me.  A touch here and kiss there
and I would be ready for him to take me to bed.  I don't know if he did on
purpose or if I was always that way.  No one had ever made me feel that way
before.

   I'll skip ahead a little to save time.  The first time I figured out I
was a submissive was in his bed.  He liked to talk.  I found that very
appealing.  It's great to have someone you can talk to in bed.  There's
nothing like having a conversation instead of just grunting while a sexy
man is thrusting inside you (at least I like it).

   He pushed for every detail of my past.  He wanted to know everything. 
He is a kind man and I loved him.  I still love him.  But he would wait
until I was at least an orgasm into it and him still pumping me to pump
(pun intended) me for information.  I would have told him normally, but he
would always ask when I was most vulnerable.  I couldn't say no to anything
when he had me like that.  When we made love, I felt I was his.  I guess
part of him knew that as well.

   I confessed to him that I was molested by my older brother when I was
twelve.  Jeremy wanted every detail.  I'm not sure exactly why.  I would
have thought that telling him should have discussed me, but having him
inside of me and feeling his protective arms around me, I was okay.  I had
never told anyone about what happened to me before, but with him, I felt
safe.  It wasn't the tearful confession or big production that would be on
a movie.  I simply told him what happened and what I remembered of it. 
Jeremy looked interested, but I didn't feel a change in the cock that was
sliding in an out of me at the time.

   He didn't stop there.  He wanted to know everything.  Who took my
virginity, what it felt like, who I had been after that.  I told him
everything.  I did so without censorship.  I told him every detail. 
Somehow when he was inside me like that, I was an open book to him.  I told
him of how I had been raped before by an old boyfriend and how I kept quiet
about it.  He seemed to understand.  I couldn't believe that I was
disclosing information that I thought I would take to my grave freely to
him.  But for some reason, I couldn't tell him no.

   Months before I graduated, I cheated on him.  I was stupid and weak. 
One of the guys I knew came around when I was feeling lonely.  The guy said
all the right things that I needed to hear.  Jeremy's calls were few
because he was out on training exercises.  A week later when he got back to
his barracks and called, I couldn't keep my voice from cracking on the
phone.  I only got the words "I'm sorry" out and he knew.  I guess he knew
me better than I thought.  He asked me if I cheated and I had to tell him
the truth.  He even guessed who it had been with on the first try, which
hurt worse.  After two weeks of phone negotiation with him, we decided that
we were going to try to stay together.  I promised him I that it wouldn't
happen again.

   When he came back the next time for a four day weekend, I knew I had
some serious making up to do.  Things mostly went well.  I could tell there
was pain in his eyes, but I did everything I could to make it better.  At
the first opportunity, he had my pants down and was plunging his dick into
me again.

   Did I mention he had a healthy sexual appetite?  He always lasted a long
time, and even then, sometimes he wouldn't cum.  It really did take forever
to make him cum.  He never seemed to mind and always enjoyed torturing me
with intense orgasms one after another.  He really is wonderful in bed.  I
think I wanted him more than he wanted me.

   I was past my first orgasm and he was mid-stroke when he slid out of me
and pushed the head his dick up hard inside my sensitive inner flesh right
outside my opening.  I cried out and he held me tight against him.  Also,
his dick was pressed painfully against a very sensitive area.  I think I
felt it more so because of the orgasm that I had moments before.

   His whole demeanor changed.  He had a hard look in his eyes as he held
me.  "So you thought that it would be a good idea to cheat on me with
Rick?" he asked.

   I whimpered because it was all I could to not to scream.  I don't know
how a man's dick works.  I have heard that if it is hard and you bend it
that it causes pain.  But his felt was like an iron rod and it was pressing
hard against me.  I didn't know that you could put that much pressure on a
dick and it stay solid like that.  All I knew was that it hurt unlike
anything I had ever felt.

   "He had his dick inside you?" he asked angrily.

   I could only nod my head.  I was too scared to try to move after feeling
his body clamp down on me.

   "And I trust this will never happen again?" he asked.

   Tears came to my eyes as the instrument that he had given me so much
pleasure evilly pressed against me.  "No, I won't ever," I pleaded.

   He moved his hips and pulled his dick away and then stabbed at me again
with it.  I know he did it on purpose as he held it hard against my inner
folds again causing me to yelp in pain.  "I hope you won't," he said.  Then
he eased off.

   He loosened his grip on my body and the warmth returned to his eyes. 
The man that I was in love with returned.  He used his hand and guided his
dick back inside me.  Then he started fucking me carefully and kept going.

   Up until that point, he hadn't mentioned me cheating or Rick.  It caught
me by surprise.  He kept fucking me for another half hour after that.  The
pain left quickly as he brought me two more orgasm.  I could see a little
regret in him for how he had caused me pain, but I figured I deserved it. I
did cheat on him.

   Nothing like that happened after.  He was always sweet to me.  He was
fun, took care of me and I even went to Georgia to stay with him for a
while.  We still fucked like rabbits and had so much fun doing it.  We
would take breaks to eat and catch a movie or something and then be right
back at it.  I wanted it as much as he did.  I use to make the joke that
"he couldn't rape the willing" when he would toy with me.

   I had been raped before.  It wasn't a good experience at all.  When I
lost my virginity it was practically date rape.  I had been with two guys
before Jeremy (not counting the fondling by my brother).  The second one
ended our relationship by raping me.  He said I was asking for it and
somehow convinced me that I had invited it to happen so I never reported
him.  Jeremy knew about it all thanks to my orgasmic confessions that he
did when we started dating.

   He didn't toy with me like that.  We did a lot of sex stuff, but he
never took me without my consent.  I didn't see the mean side of him in bed
ever again.  I am thankful for that.



   He toyed with me constantly and would keep me aroused anytime he was
around.  It was maddening.  He would pick the worst times and place to
connect with a slight touch, a whispered naughty suggestion of what to do
later, or a kiss to the back of my neck that would send tingles up and down
my spine.

   He had sex games as well.  I don't know where he got this one, but he
called it "How much can you stand?" It was exactly how it sounded.  He
would pick places that we couldn't have sex at and get a few minutes with
me.  The game was he would get behind me, run his hand down my pants and
start masturbating me while I had to stand there fully clothed and couldn't
touch him.  His game was how many orgasms it would take before my knees
gave out and I literally couldn't stand anymore.  His other arm would
always be around me so when it happened; he could catch me and not let me
fall.  I remember he did that once when I was supposed to be babysitting
for a neighbor and he followed me into the kitchen.  The two small boys
were just in the next room and he had me panting and cumming in minutes. 
One of his more daring times he played this game with me was on my mother's
front porch.  It was night and she was inside.  We knew she was keeping an
eye on us, so he turned me to look out at the neighborhood and wrapped his
arms around me.  I knew my mother was just inside keeping tabs on me, but
that didn't stop me from cumming twice thanks to his magic fingers.

   One of the days that I was staying on the post with him in the barracks,
he made the suggestion that we role play one afternoon while we were having
sex.  I didn't argue.  Besides, I was into the sex as much as he was.  I
remember on that particular day I got dressed up in some sexy lingerie
before he came home from work.  Just to be fair, I was so worked up that
day that I almost raped him when he walked in the door in his uniform.

   We had been going at it for a while so I was up for anything.  I asked
him what scenario he would like to try.  He told me that he wanted to play
out the fantasy of kidnapped victim and rapist.  I was much smaller than
him, even though I was still chubby in my eyes; he was taller and a lot
stronger than me.

   We were already naked in bed and he was on top of me so we skipped past
all the preliminary part to that part.  He gave me a quick rundown of how
he had taken me from my college campus and had woke up tied to a bed.  He
has always been very creative and I found something about the idea
arousing. He put my hands above my head and told me that I should act like
they were tied.

   We started and I really threw myself into the part.  I had never been in
theatre but know he bought my performance.  I put myself into the mindset
of a helpless victim.  (I had been a victim before, but it was for real and
nothing about it was a turn on.) I played it up as much as I could.  I kept
pretending to struggle against the imaginary bonds.  I tried turning away
from him even though his dick was buried to the hilt inside me.  It felt
wonderful inside me.  I begged him to stop and let me go in my best little
girl voice.

   All I can say is WOW!  I don't know who this turned on more.  He was
right in character with me.  He took his time fucking me, telling me that
if I did what he said obediently that he would let me go, after he had his
fun with me, that is.  Even though we had made love hundreds of times
before, he took his time.  He explored every inch of my body like it was
the first time.  He kissed and sucked as much as he could without pulling
his thick dick from inside me.  For the game, I turned my head and resisted
him kissing me on the lips, but there was nothing I wanted more than to
devour his mouth.  I was so turned on by pretending to be helpless and at
his mercy.

   He didn't hurt me or do anything that would cause me discomfort.  I
think I would have let him have anything he wanted, even if I didn't enjoy
it.  But instead, he played his role and made passionate love to me.  We
both liked it so much knew that this was something that we were going to
try again.

   He had some kind of weird obsession that he wanted me to relate
everything to pleasure and him.  He would have sex with starting out doing
the most mundane things.  I was folding laundry and he came up and insisted
that I continue to fold clothes while he slid my shorts down and ran his
tongue up and down my slit until I came and could no longer stand.

   One day while I was cooking and stirring noodles, he came up behind me
and told me to stay facing the stove.  He pulled my pants and panties down,
bent me slightly and pushed his dick inside me.  He fucked me and insisted
that I should continue making dinner like everything was normal.  We were
the only ones in the house at the time, but it was still an incredible
rush. I had to concentrate just to keep stirring the spaghetti.  After I
came twice and a deep French kiss, he pulled my pants back up and let me go
about my business like nothing happened.

   And he did accomplish his goal.  There were very few places or
activities that I didn't have at least one memory of sex with him.  It
became erotic just to go through my daily routine remembering how he made
me feel doing the most normal of activities.  Doing laundry still gets me
aroused thinking about how he fucked me while I was sitting with the dryer
vibrating under my ass.

   Months later, we still weren't living together, but I had a roommate. 
He came to stay with me for a week for my senior prom.  It was one of the
few times that have been able to dress up and feel like a princess.  I
could tell by looking at him, that he loved the beautiful dress that I had
chosen.  He put the corsage on my hand as we got into his car for the
event. He looked stunning in his dress uniform and even though he got long
looks from some of my friends, he never took his eyes off me.  He didn't
know almost anyone from my graduating class, he didn't seem to care.  We
danced, laughed, and had the most fun.  He told me during the prom that he
had come up with a special game for after it.  I knew his sex games and
they never disappointed me, but he wouldn't tell me what he had in mind.

   When the night was over, on the car ride home, I couldn't wait any
longer and begged him to tell me.  He told me the new game was "Sex Slave".
He said for one hour one person would be in total control of the other.  I
knew from other similar role play that he would be the one in control, but
he never left me wanting so I didn't mind.

   I agreed without hesitation.  I loved my man and he had never left me
unsatisfied.  Usually it would be about mutual pleasure and even if we were
playing this game, I was sure he wouldn't let me go without my share of
pleasure.

   I followed him directly inside the two bedroom apartment I shared with
my friend, Julie, to my bedroom.  He directed me to the middle of the room
and turned me around to face him.  He calmly closed the door and smiled at
me.

   "The rules of the game: You will not talk unless you're asked a question
or given permission.  You will do everything that I tell you to the letter.
If you disobey, then there will be consequences.  You have the option to
end the game.  All you have to say is `stop'.  And then everything stops."
The way he said everything would stop told me that things would stop, but
it sounded like things for the rest of the night would stop as well.  "So
you agree to my game?" he asked.  He didn't say what the consequences
where, but besides the one brief time, he had never physically hurt me so I
didn't think he would now.

   I thought I had already agreed to it, but I guess he wanted it to be
perfectly clear that I was consenting to this.  "Yes," I said as I decided
that for the next hour I would be totally his.  I don't know if it would
have made any difference, because I think I already was.  The two of us
probably didn't realize it.

   He walked over and circled me while I stayed facing forward anxious to
see what he had in mind.  I felt his hand grab my ass and squeeze sending
me up a little more on my toes in my high heeled shoes.  I was still in my
prom dress.  He hadn't even let me change.  He had his jacket off, but was
still in his hot army dress uniform.  "Nice," he said appraisingly as if he
had never laid eyes on me before.

   I kept my mouth shut and tried not to look too eager.  He had spent all
evening looking at me in my dress.  Now that I was being inspected and
appraised, I was getting even more aroused by him.

   He put his fingers on my bare shoulder and indicated for me to kneel.  I
knew how this part worked.  Jeremy loved his blow jobs.  I felt I was good
at them.  That's how I would warm him up normally, but it always developed
from there.  It was never just a blow job.

   He stepped in front of me.  I was so turned on kneeling in the most
beautiful dress that I had ever wore, with my hair and makeup perfect,
waiting on sexual instructions.

   "Pull out my dick and massage me," he ordered.

   I complied and unzipped him and started to run my fingers over his
engorged dick just inches from my face.

   "This is the position you will start out with when we play this game,"
he told me.  "You will be on your knees in the middle of the room with your
legs spread so that I can inspect you or play with you however I want.  If
I haven't told you to use your hands, then you keep your hands behind you
and push those lovely breasts out," he said as he reached down my dress and
felt my right breast and weighed it in his hand.  "You will keep your head
and eyes aimed at the floor until instructed.  Do you understand?"

   I nodded staring at his hard dick in front of me.  I didn't look up at
him.  Not because I was afraid or anything.  I wanted to play his game.  I
wanted to bend to everything that he put in front of me.

   His tone had an aggressiveness to it that made me wet.  I loved his
commanding voice.  He never used it on me unless we were role playing, but
this was different.  Before when we role played, he was playing someone
else.  It could have been a teacher, kidnapper, or policeman, but it was
always someone else.  This was him, all five foot nine of muscle that had
been hardened by the military.  He was instructing me to what he wanted me
to do.  It sparked something in me that I wasn't even sure of.

   He made me suck his dick for a few minutes as he fondled my breasts. 
Eventually, he tired of the constricting material and unzipped the back of
my dress.  I felt the support fall from my chest as I was still on my knees
with his dick in my mouth.  I did my best to suck him, but he seemed quite
content to fondle me.  He moved back and looked at me hungrily as I knelt
there waiting for his next command.

   "I'm going to get a drink.  When I return, I want you bare and spread
eagle on the bed," he told me.

   I simply nodded.  I kept my face neutral.  I wasn't just throwing myself
into the part, I realized.  I was the part.  This was a part of me.  A part
that excited me and that somehow he was bringing out in me.

   I set a speed record of getting out of a complicated dress and had my
just enough time to catch my breath when I heard the knob of my bedroom
door turn slowly as he let himself back into my bedroom.

   I was shaved.  I had been for a long time.  Shortly after we started
dating, he told me that he liked it.  I found that I liked it, too.  The
softness of my skin and the feeling of being exposed turned me on so I
always stayed cleanly shaven for him.

   He walked over sipping a glass of ice water.  He sat on the bed and I
just watched him with my legs lewdly spread and my arms pointed at the
corners of the bed.  I didn't know if he wanted the pretend bondage or not,
but I thought it couldn't hurt.  He fondled my chest more and complimented
me on my tits.

   He played with them more than anyone had ever touched me, and yet he
still appreciated my body and paid me compliments on a regular basis.  It
was just another thing about him that made me feel special to have him.

   Then he reached into his glass and pulled out a piece of ice.  My mind
freaked as he brought the large piece of ice over my tits.  Out of reflex,
my hands came down and covered my breasts.  He had never done this before,
but just the thought of the freezing solid water on my sensitive nipples
overcame me.  I instantly knew that I had messed up by covering myself from
him.  He grinned at my first violation of the rules.  I quickly put my
hands back to my sides and even had to stop myself from covering myself
again.

   My internal war with my limbs amused him and I saw his face light up as
he now had a reason to punish me.  He put the ice back in his glass.  "You
knew better than that," he said has he brought his hand back over and
brushed my tit with his fingers.  He teased my nipple and it started to
harden in his cold fingers.

   I knew better than to struggle.  If I did anything else, he could have
further reason to punish me.  I knew I could stop this, but I wanted to be
his sex slave.  We had just started and he had already had a good reason to
punish me.  He teased my nipple and I could feel his fingers tweak my right
one.

   "Bigger or smaller?" he asked lustfully.

   I had an idea of what he meant for my punishment.  At least I thought I
did.  "Smaller," I whispered hoping I had chosen right.

   "Okay," he said and then his hand enveloped my small tit.  When he got
his whole hand in place, he started squeezing and slowly applying pressure.
He didn't pull on it but he squeezed and pressed it into me.

   I let out a whimper.  It wasn't really pain, but I would call it severe
discomfort on the borderline to pain.  I pressed my lips together and shook
my head to force my hands to stay where they were.  I wanted more than
anything to stop him, but I knew that if I stopped him, this game would be
over.  I couldn't just say no to one part of the game.  It was all or
nothing.

   It lasted all of fifteen seconds and then he let the pressure off as
quickly as he had applied it.  He leaned down and kissed by tender breast
and sucked on the nipple carefully.

   Then he came up and looked me in the eye.  "Don't cover yourself again
from me.  You should always be open for me to touch however I want.  Don't
do that unless you want punished."

   "Yes," I confirmed his command.

   He used the ice on my tits anyway.  He didn't do it long, but enough to
make them hard as pebbles and bright cherry red.  He warned me that if I
pushed him for punishment again, he would use the ice on my pussy and clit.
He said that if I kept disobeying that he would press a piece of ice up
inside me and then use his dick to push it so deep that I would just have
to wait for it melt.  I didn't like that idea but something about the
sexual threat turned me on.  I don't know if he would have done it or not,
but I had no intentions of disobeying.  I wanted to be the good slave.

   Then he fucked me hard.  It was great.  After thirty minutes of this, he
had my legs up on his shoulders and was pounding into me.  He then pulled
my legs to one side of his head and wrapped his arm around my legs pressing
them together tightly where my knees were touching.  God that felt so good
to have his dick in me sliding back and forth like that.  My legs held
together like that made my passage tighter than normal and it had sent me
over the edge for my fourth or fifth orgasm.

   Then it was time for the finale.  He still hadn't cum.  This wasn't knew
because he had no trouble staying hard for long periods of time, but to
make him cum, that usually took work on my part.  He just didn't cum
easily. He told me that he was going to cum and he wanted me to swallow.  I
had done this before for a guy, but never for him.  He always came on me or
in me.  I had never sucked him when he came.  I had never told him that I
wouldn't, but I could tell that he was saving this for me.  This was what
he had planned.

   I obeyed and started sucking his cock.  I could taste a mix of my own
juices and his pre-cum.  It wasn't exactly what I would call tasty, but for
him, I would do it.  He let me work on him for a few minutes as he lay back
on the bed and then he told me to stop.  He started jerking himself fast,
and after a few minutes he told me to suck him.  I knew exactly what was
going to happen.  I knew I wasn't going to like it, but I was determined to
give him what he wanted.  He told me to suck him.  I immediately wrapped my
lips around him and started to suck and swallow as fast as I could.  I
almost gagged as the first stream of hot cum shot into my mouth with force.
I swallowed just as a second large amount pressed its way into my mouth.  I
swallowed again and a third stream erupted, but it was as much or as
powerful as the first two.  I swallowed quickly and waited to see if there
was any more.  I sucked on his dick and looked up at him.  He was smiling
down at me.

   I wasn't enthusiastic about this new activity.  Between the salty taste
and the force that it came out of him, I had to force myself to swallow. 
Even then, I reached over immediately for his glass of water to rinse my
mouth and because I could still feel it coating my throat.

   He pulled me up to him and we kissed and snuggled naked for some time
after that.  He thanked me repeatedly and told me I was the first girl to
ever to that for him.  I didn't tell him how much I disliked it.  I had
pleased him.  He had given me so many orgasms in that hour alone and if he
wanted to do this, then I would do it for him.

   This was the first of many sessions of "Sex Slave".  He didn't do the
ice thing more than twice.  He didn't make me swallow after that first
time, either.  I don't know if once was enough or if he somehow knew how
close I had come to vomiting during it.  They always started out the same.
I would be in the middle of the room, on my knees, with my hands behind my
back, and my head down.  This vulnerable position turned him on so much. 
Usually it started with a blow job and then it progressed from there.  Each
one ended with something new.  I guess he saw this as a time to try new
things that he normally wouldn't do with me.

   Once, he used my vibrator on me to see how long I could keep cumming.  I
really think that time he wanted to see how much juice he could get from
me. He just kept my knees bent and pulled up and continued to work on my
pussy.  I thought I was going to go insane because he wouldn't let up.  He
just kept orgasm after orgasm pressing on my G-spot with my own vibrator. I
almost begged him to stop.  Eventually, my body gave up and stopped cumming
on its own.  He finally removed the object of my torment after it had
practically made a sore spot inside of me from being on high setting for
too long.  My pussy tingled for a while after that as if I still vibrated.
Then he cuddled with me and let me fall asleep in his arms.

   One session, he decided that it was going to be the day that he took my
anal cherry.  I had told him before and teasingly warned him that it was an
`exit only' and that I didn't do that.  Because we were in the game, I
couldn't protest.  After a while of regular sex and he was nowhere near
ready to cum, he told me it was time.  We didn't have any lube.  That was
the first mistake.  I had lotion and we tried using that for lubricant: big
mistake.  Unknown to either of us, but if put on exposed tissue it burns,
badly as I found out.  Neither of us had done this before and he had me
face down on the bed attempting to get it in me when he started becoming
frustrated.  I turned and asked him if he wanted me to do it.  For a
moment, I panicked because I realized I had talked without permission.  He
hadn't punished me since the first session and but he dismissed the
violation.  I put him on his back and lowered myself onto him.  He
encouraged me and I could hear him moan as I spread my anal pucker and
pressed the swollen head of his dick into me.  I lowered myself all the way
down and drove it hard up into me.  I thought that if I just got it all the
way in me, that it wouldn't hurt as bad as doing a little at a time.  That
was my second mistake.  It hurt worse more than words.  The lotion was
still on his dick and coated my back passage.  I could feel his dick
twitching and flexing in me, but I was in too much pain to enjoy anything.
He encouraged me to fuck myself on it.  After three strokes of me lifting
myself and impaling myself again on it, I couldn't take it and I told him
that.  He could have held me there.  He could have ordered me to continue.
I don't know if I would have said our safe word or not.  But he told me to
get off of him and I did thankfully.  I had tears coming from my eyes from
the unimaginable pain still burning in my rectum, but he pulled me down to
him and held me until it subsided.  He kissed me and apologized for the
pain than he put me through.  I don't know why, but I found myself
apologizing for not being able to fulfill his desire for anal sex.

   He didn't try that again during our sessions.  It wasn't because I asked
him not to, or anything.  He just never asked for it again.  Years later we
learned how to do it properly and it wasn't bad.  Not as good as regular
sex, but I found that I could take it and it not hurt.

   I found that he usually would have something planned for the highlight
each time.  He usually wouldn't tell me what it was until the start of the
session.  We had been doing the sessions for about six months.  I was still
living three states away from him with my roommate, but he would come to
see me about once a month.

   I enjoyed the sessions as much as he did, but I didn't want to say it
out loud.  He would ask if I was willing to play it with him and I always
agreed.  I wanted to be dominated.  I wanted to do his bidding.  I wanted
someone to be able to tell me exactly what to do.  I enjoyed having my body
used for his pleasure.  Besides, fucking Jeremy was very good.  I came far
more than my fair share during it.  It excited him and that would just make
him fuck me more.  He was always pushing boundaries though.

   One day, he had me in one of my sexy lingerie tops without underwear and
kneeling in the middle of my bedroom.  It was a normal way to start out the
session.  He told me to wait there for a minute.  When he came back in the
room, my head and eyes were at the floor, but I could see two sets of feet
walk in: his large feet with muscled legs and the small bare girl feet of
my roommate, Julie.

   Julie was my friend in high school and in a mutual intention to get away
from our parents; we had went in on the apartment together.  She had blonde
hair and a small cheerleader body.  She was slim and I thought she was sexy
for a girl.  I had no idea why she had so many problems keeping a guy
around and she was currently in between guys.

   I had never seen her in any less than a towel walking from the bathroom
to her room after a shower.  I was self conscious about my body because I
always felt that I was chubby, therefore she had never seen me nude,
either.

   I cringed and prayed silently that she would leave.  I know that I could
have said `stop' and it would be over, but I didn't want to do that.  Part
of me didn't want it to end.

   "See, just as I told you," he said to her as walked over to me and put
his hand on my bare shoulder.  My silk top was held up by two small straps
that left my shoulder bare, most of the top of my breasts showing and only
came down a few inches past my pussy.

   She walked over to me, but I didn't dare look up at her.

   He reached down from behind me and run his hand inside my top and openly
fondled me while Julie watched.  "I want to see how far she'll let me go,"
he said more to Julie than me.  It was like I wasn't there.  "Will you help
me with this?"

   "Um, I guess," Julie said unsure.

   Jeremy stepped back and sat on the bed to the side of me.  I know I was
beat red with embarrassment, but I stayed where I was.  "Kimmy, can Julie
touch your breasts?"

   I hesitated but I wanted to please him.  I knew he was testing me by
pushing my limits.  I would have and had done anything he wanted for him,
but this was the first time he involved someone else.  "Yes," I answered.
It's my roommate, I thought.  She's shy and probably she'll not do
anything. She has a cheerleader body, but never had the confidence to match
it.

   Julie was standing only two feet from me and I was on my knees looking
up at her pleadingly.  I wanted to mouth to her `no' or `to leave' but she
just stood there.  I knew if I said anything, Jeremy would know.

   "Kimmy, Julie seems shy.  Help her out," he said with a hint of
amusement.

   I had no choice.  I didn't want this, but he was telling me to.  I
reached out and took Julie's hand and put it on my breast.  Julie
hesitated, but then I felt the softness of her hand squeeze gently and she
lifted my breast feeling the weight of it.  I didn't have a real problem
with her touching me.  I just had never been touched by a girl before.

   "Stand," he said simply and I did.  Now I was eye level with Julie, and
her hand was still fondling my breast.  I got a good look at her face.  She
didn't look particularly into it, but it was more of a curious look.

   "Touch Julie's breasts and make her enjoy it," he said.

   I saw her eyes widen at his order.  It looked like she was as surprised
as I was.  I knew he pushed limits when it came to this game, but I felt
sorry for Julie because she was getting just thrown into it.  I reached up
and took a tit in each hand.  I had secretly wondered what her breasts felt
like.  I hadn't seen them in anything less than a bikini at the pool once,
but I had always wondered what they felt like.  I had never touched another
girl.  After a minute of awkward fondling on my part, he was ready for
more.

   "Help Julie with her shirt," he said watching from the side.

   I knew what this meant.  I'm not sure if Julie did.  I reached down and
grabbed the sides of her shirt and paused so she could figure out what was
about to happen.  She inhaled and then lifted her arms.  I lifted her shirt
off of her and she was standing in her bra.  She stayed looking at me and I
knew I had to be three shades of red.

   "Help her with her bra," he told me.  I slowly walked around her to her
bra clasp.  Julie watched me.  I had no idea what was going on in her head.
Maybe his commands had the same effect on her and she wanted to obey them?
Maybe she wanted to see how far this game would go?  Maybe she secretly
wanted to try being with a woman?  I don't know, but something kept her
rooted in place as I unclasp her bra and then brought it down her arms.

   I stood back in front of her and she looked at me with lust in her eyes.
She was getting aroused by this!

   "I think you should try to make Julie feel good since she's been such a
good sport about this, don't you?" he asked and I knew he was toying with
me, or with us at this point.  "Suck on her tits and remember that we want
her to enjoy herself."

   I leaned forward and cupped her perky breast.  The contact with her soft
skin was exquisite!  Her nipples were smaller than mine and her breasts fit
her small petite frame.  I don't know what exactly I expected them to feel
like, but there were very different from the feel of mine.  I was a little
chubby and the weight was distributed to my breasts as well.  Her breasts
were tight and firm where mine were full and had some weight to them so
they could be handled.  From the moment my tongue touched her nipple, I
heard her suck in and start breathing harder.  I worked for about a minute
on one and then switched to the other.

   When I switched back to the first one I heard Jeremy say, "That's
enough."

   I stood back up and put my hands back at my sides.  Julie was flushed. I
could clearly see that she was enjoying this very much.

   "What do you think, Julie?" Jeremy said as he got up and came over
behind me.  I could feel how close he was without seeing him.  The warmth
of his body and the arousal that was burning between my legs was a major
distraction.  "Would you like to know you're roommate better than ever?"

   I could see her considering his question to her.  She was conflicted.  I
could see one part of her wanting to see where this would go, and another
part knowing that if she stayed, she was going to be more than just losing
her top.

   I felt his hands on the sides of my gown.  He was going to strip me in
front of her.  I had to stop this.  I was his, but I didn't know if she
would tell him no.  "Please," I whispered.

   He stopped and let go of my clothing.  "What was that?" he asked amused.


   "Please don't make me," I said softly.  "I'll do it if you tell me to,
but please don't tell me to." We had enough of our sex games to be thinking
along the same wavelength.  I knew if kept on, I would be stripped in front
of her and shortly thereafter be pleasuring her.  He might have her
touching me more, too.  But I knew he wouldn't touch her so that left the
job to me if we continued with Julie.

   After a moment, he picked up Julie's shirt and bra that were on the
floor.  "Thank you, Julie," he said as he handed them to her.  "We'll be
out in a while," he told her.

   It took a second, but she shook herself out of the daze and put just her
shirt on and left the room.  I got an interesting smile from her just as
she looked back at me while closing the door.

   Jeremy didn't punish me.  He really never did.  His idea of punishment
was to keep making me cum.  He would make me cum in one position and then
move me around to a different position where I would come on his dick
again, most of the time with his finger playing with my clit.

   After that session was over with, we were laying next to each other
naked in bed.  I was lying on his arm, pressed against his side basking the
afterglow of the sex.  My body still tingled.  Every time he fucked me for
a long time like that, I would feel so empty inside.  It was like his dick
had become a part of me and my vagina had forgotten how to close.  It
needed him.  I needed him.

   "So was she nice?" he asked.

   I was a little confused.  I didn't even think to be mad at him for
involving Julie.  Partly because it was at the start of the session and we
had a lot of sex after she left, and second because he had respected my
request to not go any further.  "What do you mean?"

   "You said that you wanted to feel her tits," he said looking over at me.

   I thought hard and then remembered saying some comment weeks before
about I wondered what she felt like, but I forgot that I said it to him! 
"That," I stammered.  "That's what that was all about?"

   "Yes," he said as I looked him in the eye.

   I couldn't believe it.  My wonderful boyfriend had made a way I could
get one of my secret desires out and not have to take responsibility for
it. Originally I thought it might be because he wanted a three-way or
wanted to try to have sex with her.  Then I realized he didn't touch her.
He didn't even try.  "So do you think her tits were better?"

   "Nope," he said as his hand slid up to my breast and his hand enveloped
it squeezing my nipple between his fingers.  "Yours are so much better."

   I snuggled up against him and he wrapped his arms around me again.  I
knew I loved him.

   Julie and I had a few conversations afterward about what happened after
he was back on his way to his post.  I explained the "game" to her and told
her I was sorry that she got pulled into it.  I told her that I had no idea
what he had planned.  She told me to not worry about it.  She said she
wished her guys would play sexy games with her sometimes.

   I never did anything else sexual with Julie.  As for our groping at
Jeremy's direction, I think we both enjoyed it.  She told me she did.  I
didn't know if I should look too deep at that because I wasn't interested
in girls.  I think she would have let me try stuff on her, but she was too
shy to come out and suggest it.  I noticed that when Jeremy came over, she
would stay in the apartment more often after that.  Jeremy was never
interested in involving her, though, and never asked her to come in to join
after that one adventure.

   When we finally moved in together, we still made love several times a
day.  It was normal sex.  About once a week, he would ask me play the "Sex
Slave" game.  I got more into it because I knew it turned him on and
therefore, the sex was much better for me.  Normal sex was good, but for
some reason, this was better.  I loved having him in control.

   After six months of living together, I was shocked when he collared me.
I don't know why it made a difference, but it did.  During one of our
sessions, he pulled it out and put it on me.  He made me look at my nude
form in the mirror with just the collar on.  The image excited me with him
standing possessively next to me.  He never had me crawl around on all
fours or lead me around with a leash.  I was too much a good slave for that
and he told me that.  He said the collar was just a visual reminder that
while I wore it, I was his.  He never used bondage stuff on me.  He didn't
have to.  If he told me to stay one way, I did.  I loved him being in
complete control over me.

   I even found that I liked the collar and found it powerfully erotic.

   After a while, his fetish of the collar wore off.  He quit putting it on
me and stopped really having our game.  We still had sex, and it was still
good, but it started to get as a routine.  Work dragged on for him and I
had stuff going on, too.

   I found I started to miss the days when we had fun like that.  Also for
as much as the he wanted to control me, I wanted it, too.  It was a way
that could give up responsibility and only have to concentrate on his
instructions and giving him pleasure.

   Things rekindled one night when I came to him dressed in one of my
sexiest baby doll tops wearing my collar.  It was the first time I had put
it on myself and came to him.  Always he had put it on me before.  I knelt
in front of him in the position in our living room.

   He walked over to me and stroked my hair.  "Such a beautiful and
obedient one," he said in a authoritative tone as I basked in desire that
had been dimmed for far too long.  "Let's see what we can do to entertain
ourselves," he said as he ran his electric fingers over my shoulders and
across my back.

   That night things changed for the better.  It reminded him that I still
needed him.



   Its years later now and he no longer has to announce or ask for the
game. In the bedroom, as well as any other place he decides that he wants
to take advantage of my body, I am his.  I find that if he tells me
something sexual to do, then I automatically want to do it.  I don't know
if it's out of habit now or if it's because I know that he rewards me
handsomely with orgasms.  Maybe I've always been this way and I just needed
the right man to make me happy.

   So for everyone out there who thinks that being a submissive is a bad
thing, I want to tell you that you're very wrong.  It's just you haven't
found the right man.



   (This is Jeremy now.  I found this saved to our computer and boy was I
surprised.  I checked and it didn't post to the website like she intended
it to.  Or maybe she wrote it, but never posted it.  Either way, I think
it's good enough to put out there and I'm going to post it anyway.  I
haven't told her that I've found this, and I haven't decided if I will. 
What I do know is that as soon as I get her alone, I'm going to strip her
and reward her for such a lovely job writing this.  I truly love that
woman!)