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| Currently I am being trained/conditioned to be a better sub. Training includes beatings, bondage, cbt and slave labor.
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I want to be chaste for you. |
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Who wants her ass worshipped? |
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"You see?" she asked. "This is why I will do the thinking for you. You just do not do things right. Look at all of your online conversations and yet you got nowhere. "
I knew she was right, but I paused before saying it.
"Yes Miss" |
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Sometimes I do not know what to do. Do I need someone to tell me what to do or should I figure it out? |
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Her First Move
The electric train screeched as it slowed before stopping with the doors aligned with the portable steps. Along with a rush of people I boarded it and found a seat near the back of the car, choosing the aisle seat. This car was the least crowded of all as it was near the end of the train. "The caboose," I thought with a chuckle. Four seats in front of me sat a pretty girl. It was difficult to stop looking at her. When she caught me looking, glanced away quickly. All the while I kept thinking of two things. Work and her.
Work was necessary and sometimes exciting. She was necessary and always exciting. The project I was working on was on a tight schedule and I focused on my plan for the day, once I got to the office. Two serious bugs (known as level one) and three level two bugs (less serious than level one) in the firmware. I had to fix them soon. I focused on how to reproduce the most serious issue with the new product and lost track of my surroundings. And then I heard it.
"Move over," she said.
My eyes met hers quickly and I knew. Her smile faded. "Over," she repeated. I moved to the window and she lowered herself elegantly and sat in my vacated seat. "You knew this was coming," she said directly to me.
"Yes I did," I replied and my heart started racing.
She held out a hand. "Wallet and keys," she demanded. A flush of heat pulsed through me as I dropped my keys and wallet into her open hand. She put the keys in her purse and then opened my wallet. "Ah, here we are," and she took my bank card and credit card.
"Pin number?"
"Five, Five, Five, Five," I responded. Strangley I felt myself getting hard. It was uncontrollable, much like the heat I felt.
The train slowed for the next stop.
"Come straight home after work," she commanded. Suddenly she stood and walked rapidly to the exit. I stared as she glided down the center walkway and exited the train. In a minute or so, the train moved again.
With difficulty I focused on work. The day dragged at first until I was able to immerse myself in the technical problems. They were challenging but always solvable.
At times I pictured her: The tight skirt which concealed her firm ass; the loose fitting blouse which hinted at round breasts; the elegant neck that I kept staring at when we talked. I was obsessed with her and I knew it.
People started leaving the office. I glanced at the computer clock. It was just after five. My heart started beating quickly again. The trip home was uneventful. At first I walked as fast as I could after getting off the train. Then I slowed my pace as a little feeling of fear spread through me as it grew. Despite my fear, I kept walking.
"Should I knock?" I wondered when I found myself standing in front of the door of my apartment. I opened the door and entered.
Things were a little different. There were several bags set against the couch. There were lighted candles on the table by the couch and soft music was playing on the stereo.
The sound of her footsteps preceeded her. She stopped directly in front of my.
"Strip," she said so casually that I felt no urge to resist. In no time, my clothes were off and in a pile.
"Put your clothes in the box behind the couch."
I complied. Once I put my clothes in the box, she closed the lid and locked the clasp with a padlock. "You are a slave now, and will have to earn your clothing," she stated.
"Yes Mary," I replied.
"Now kneel before me," she commanded.
Immediately I dropped to my knees. She reached down and cupped my chin. "I wan to own you completely," she said. From my kneeling position, the glittering reflection of the candles in her eyes seemed like an illuminating promise of things to come. |
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I have engineering work in about 20 million devices. It feels odd when I think about it. |
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Waking up to a cool morning among the mist and mountains. Sipping cofffee and thinking about my day. You can think up here in the mountains. The soft tap of raindrops is the only sound I hear this morning. Work is a bit frustrating, at this time, but that will pass.
It is pleasant to feel the coffee working its charms. It will be a good day. |
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I got a fat bonus at work. It's good being a genius. |
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I take vegans out to eat meat and I take junk food addicts out for vegatable dishes. |
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| Age: 21 |
| Dublin,
Ireland |
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