[MF] How I went from submissive Co-Worker to Slave Husband? Part 9 | 2016

Commentary: For those that have been with me, reading from the beginning 10 days ago, or have caught up along the way...... Thank You. Everyone has been patient, as I know this is NSFW. But my story is deeper and more complex.........hope some of that loyalty pays off moving forward.........and happy spanking..........?for some?

Let me get this out of the way right out of the gate. What happened over Xmas wasn't fair in anyway. 6 months ago I was awaiting word on how much I would have to pay my mistress in order to fuck her, and now I know she is a virgin; I have no idea what it will cost; I've been told I'll never get to fuck her; and when I'm finally allowed to have sex I'm fucking a Vagina mold. The worst part is that I'm in love with the person doing all of this to my life.

As our 1 year Anniversary approached I may have been losing ground on my quest to have sex again and if I'm being honest with myself I was dying for some form of affection but for the time being her attention, discipline and approval would have to do. But if I thought year 2 would be better than year 1 my anniversary gift didn't give me a ton of promise. Instead of picking the Valantines date or the date of my contract as the date I became her slave. As a Side Note - Mistress never referred to it as our Anniversary date, she referred to it as "Ownership Day" which was fine by me. I'm just stating now that I thought of it as our anniversary day and will do that here as well. Normal couples would either have, or debate, an official date, of course the word debate did not exist in her home so of course she picked the date she popped my "asshole cherry" again, her term not mine............ok on with the show as they say..........

ANNIVERSARY DAY

It fell on a Sunday, which was always a strange day for me because it was the 1 day of the week that up until this point did feel different than other days. Not only did Church play a factor, but it was also the day that Mistress would sometimes go out for much of the day, which meant that after her 2:30 lunch I was free to go out for 2 hours, 2x/month. Free is relative I guess, because I had to stay within 2 miles of the loft, I had to check in with a phone call every 15 minutes, I was only allowed to see 2 people (both were friends that she had met before), under no circumstances was I permitted to discuss my "situation", and I could not drink (for fear that I would slip up). Oddly, in my fucked up head I wanted to tell my friends. Hell, I was proud of it.......that should tell you all you need to know about my mental state. Anyway I'm getting off track, back to my Anniversary.

I knew I was in trouble from the second I woke up. On Sunday's I was allowed to sleep in until 6:15am (trust me the extra 45minutes was amazing). I won't go into the entire routine, because I've mentioned it previously, but it had some similarities to weekdays with everything bumped back 45 minutes, and without making her "work" lunch. But when the alarm went off mistress was already downstairs cooking breakfast. You would think after all I had done for the better part of 9months (remember I hadn't move in right away), that I would have been really excited.I wasn't, I was terrified. Which is a hard thing for me to say, because some of that danger got me excited. Some people that read these stories will think "oh, dude, you were being brainwashed" or "why, didn't you just leave." The answers are simple.....I was in love and I didn't want to leave. I wanted, needed, and was addicted to the attention she gave me. I couldn't get what she was giving me anywhere else. Not from someone as smart, pretty, and demented as she.............NO WAY..........

So there I was. I could practically smell the 'sizzle' of the bacon. And when I arrived to kneel before my owner she was completely naked. I had seen her naked many times but I was always "working", meaning giving her a bath, or washing her in the shower, that kind of stuff. For some reason this was different. All the same, I wasn't taking any chances and I dropped to my knees kissed her feet and jumped up to make her coffee.

Seriously, I was on fucking auto pilot after 9 months.

She said "no slave, I made coffee already would you like a cup. I was floored...........but guarded and said "no thank you mistress, but would you be able to pee in my mouth first." She looked happy that I asked but "responded that she had already gone this morning, but would be more than happy to as soon as she was ready.

So I skipped the coffee, and slid the pillow over to the stove, so I was below her, as she cooked.

I had never done that before, because I was always cooking and then eating from the floor. I guess I didn't want to let my guard down. She obliged and let me kneel like a puppy dog waiting for a treat. She must have felt the same way about it, because she grabbed a piece of bacon and fed it to me.

When the eggs, bacon, home fries, and wheat toast were done she placed everything on the table and said, "slave, sit in the chair across from me" I did exactly as I was told, but i had limits as well I was not letting her serve my food. I jumped up and plated hers, then mine, and of course I waited, for what felt like a minute of silence; then she took a bite. After that, I was like a ravenous dog. About 3/4's of the way thru she said, "So slave you would like to FUCK me..................me? You really think that is a good idea? Because look at you now. Can you only imagine the control and servitude I would demand under those conditions?" I was a bit speechless, once again, she had a point. But I didn't care..........in that moment I said "yes mistress, I do think it's a good idea and I'm willing to embrace your demands". She said OK. Just like that........matter of fact..........she didn't say are you sure? Nothing. She didn't challenge me. I got no read from her at all. And on we continued with breakfast.

BOX OF CHOCOLATE? Maybe. BOWL OF CHERRIES. No thanks.

She had a giant bowl of cherries, (because of the "ass cherry" joke) that we shared for a few minutes. Afterwords, she told me to lay down so she could pee down my throat. She then said "how about that coffee now slave?" I of course, said yes, but still grabbed it on my own, because it felt strange to let her do it. And as I sat back down I felt a little dizzy, sort of euphoric, and things started to get wavy like the clock on the wall. And that was it.............I don't remember anything after that, until about 5 hrs later. I woke up on the kitchen floor, naked, ....................................mostly.

I actually felt OK when I woke up. That is until I realized something profoundly life changing had happened to me. I'm not saying that in the moment. I'm saying this today, because I was a different man on our anniversary, than I was the year before, and this would be another big step in reshaping me. Plain and simple, my Mistress had put me in chastity. For those of you unfamiliar with the device my cage was a chrome CB-6000 (you can find images online) but essentially it completely prohibits you from cumming, jerking off climaxing, or sexually gratifying yourself in anyway. And the only way to remove the device is with a key (which was held by my key master, aka Mistress). I didn't think it was a joke. I didn't protest. If anything I was probably a little turned on. The fact that she had drugged me not only didn't surprise me, but it Was probably something I should have expected. Remember, this is the same girl that opened a silicone vagina as a Xmas gift in front of her parents, so trust me I was unphased; but I was also unprepared.

She made me stand up and she asked me how it felt. I said "good, mistreeeeeee" and she fucking back handed me in the face. She started to say "good, and then she mumbled something in Tagalog" I think she wanted me to say great, but I'm honestly not sure. So she pulled me by the hair and she dragged me to the coffee table. She shouted at me to lay down, which of course I did. She grabbed the back of my head and plunged my mouth into her vagina about 2-3 inches deep and she started fuck convulsing my face, like a dog humping your uncles leg. The more she suffocated me the more I enjoyed it. When I couldn't breathe I kicked my legs out, and 5 seconds or so later, she would briefly free me. I was in heaven

Mistress was as wet as I ever remembered. She turned around and ordered me to eat her asshole like I was born too. She tortured me with her words "that's it slave, get your tongue up there, I may never let you out of chastity, ever". "Who owns that cock?" She was yelling at me "get your tongue inside me deeper you god damn bitch, deeper". As She cupped my balls in her hand, I just couldn't take it anymore.......I would have done almost anything in the world if she had promised to stroke my shaft and let me cum. Instead Pre-cum shot out the top of my new cage, and then she turned around and fucked my face again. And then she did it again........

This went on for a good 40-50 minutes. And I would have done it for as longer if she had made me. The power she had over me in those moments; but especially that day was beyond overwhelming. I thought back to High School and College, and all the girls I had dominated and bent to my will, and sick sexual urges. I wondered if Karma was playing a part in where I was in life. I began to wonder if maybe I was sinking to far into all of this.

The control was a drug. She was drug.

And I knew for sure that only someone addicted to sexual fetishes would do what I was doing to myself. I had shed my skin of its former self, and was truly being reshaped. When things like this happen to you, they can not be forgotten, or undone. I wasn't living out a fantasy in a hotel room for a night. I was living this everyday.

My dick was throbbing, the device was tight, and my balls felt like giant jawbreakers...........I was begging her to free me........I had no idea how naive that question was or the physical endurance I was about to undertake. I swear to any of you that think this is something you could submit to, just try it. Try it for a day, or a week........trust me, in the beginning days feel like weeks, and weeks feel like years........and that was only the beginning. This device and her sexual lust brought me to the brink.......from this point forward she was not my mistress she was my OWNER, she had the key to the device and my identity. It tested my will and more......