How I Became A Willing Sex Slave Part 1
It was 18 months ago that I submitted myself to my first Master. He was actually my boss and I was the fresh new face at his company, I’d been hired to be his secretary. When I first met him if I'm being honest I wasn’t all that impressed. He is in his late forties with dark hair, but he is though very tall; 6' 3” so he towers over me, as I am just 5' 3” (without heels).
It was some three months after I had started working for him that we were familiar enough for him to ask if I had anyone special in my life. (At that time I did have a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him to know that I did.) So I told him “no” to which he replied “good”. It was a few weeks after that (I was now boyfriendless after a massive fight which resulted in our breaking up.) I was at work and my boss called me into his office, he said that he had noticed a dip in my performance and was concerned. At which point I had to confess to him that I had broken up with my boyfriend and was upset by this. He was very understanding asking if I needed anything and to let him know if anything could be done during that difficult time. Rather to my surprise he then proceeded to ask me out for dinner, and not having anything in my fridge to eat that night I agreed to the dinner date.
Dinner was lovely; we went to a small family run Italian place. It was very romantic, after the meal my boss invited me in for a few glasses of wine. We sat and talked about everything; my family, his family and work till rather daringly he steered the conversation around to sex... He declared that: “I was a bad girl” for telling him I didn’t have a boyfriend when I did and that I should be spanked for being bad... Being a little light-headed I gave a small girly giggle and said “OK". Within seconds of my saying so he had pulled me over his knee and had started to spank my bottom. I was shocked and protested, but oddly I didn’t really want him to stop and he evidently knew it too. My body was betraying me, my juices had started to leak from my pussy.
He said;
“Don’t lie to me you little slut, you love this.”
Spanking me over and over again could not deny that I did love it, I longed to feel the sting of his rough hand on my arse. My cunt was soaking wet at this point so he lifted me off his knee, only to push me back down and spread my legs before burying his face in my soaking wet pussy and proceeding to eat me. He was a master at the art of Pussy Licking and made me cum in almost no time. I had not noticed that as he was lapping at me that he had managed to remove his trousers. After I had come down from my orgasm I noticed too that his cock was quite impressive 7.5” or maybe 8” long and 1.5" in girth, I just stared at it transfixed till I finally dared to reach out and feel its weight. It was so smooth and thick and I blurted out;
“Oh please; please will you fuck me with this big cock Sir?”
Smiling he said;
“Right you little whore I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
With that he gave me the best fuck of my life, he pounded me so hard I thought he would permanently rip my vagina apart but I didn’t care, screaming through the pain and pleasure; I was a woman processed. After about 45 minutes of him fucking me, he dumped the biggest load that I had ever had in my pussy. With a very commanding voice, he said
“Now clean it, bitch!”
I reverently got on to my knees and proceeded to take his huge cock down my throat, managing to do so in one go. My boss' eyes nearly popped out of his head and I came up smiling at this and said “I don’t have a gag reflex” before I went back to servicing his cock like the slut I now knew I was.
He grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me, until he came for a second time, this time deep into my belly. After the session I was worn out and so was my boss we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning he phoned work and told them he would be working from home today and also told them I had contacted him to say I wouldn’t be in either.
He cooked us both breakfasts, during which he told me that I was a great slut and asked whether I had ever been in a dominant/submissive relationship before. I said “no” to which he told me I was a natural submissive and stated that if I wanted he could teach me more but that I would have to submit to his teaching and obey an order he gave me. I thought about it briefly and agreed. He asked me if I was 100% sure. I was and with that, I became my Master’s submissive slut.
It was some three months after I had started working for him that we were familiar enough for him to ask if I had anyone special in my life. (At that time I did have a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him to know that I did.) So I told him “no” to which he replied “good”. It was a few weeks after that (I was now boyfriendless after a massive fight which resulted in our breaking up.) I was at work and my boss called me into his office, he said that he had noticed a dip in my performance and was concerned. At which point I had to confess to him that I had broken up with my boyfriend and was upset by this. He was very understanding asking if I needed anything and to let him know if anything could be done during that difficult time. Rather to my surprise he then proceeded to ask me out for dinner, and not having anything in my fridge to eat that night I agreed to the dinner date.
Dinner was lovely; we went to a small family run Italian place. It was very romantic, after the meal my boss invited me in for a few glasses of wine. We sat and talked about everything; my family, his family and work till rather daringly he steered the conversation around to sex... He declared that: “I was a bad girl” for telling him I didn’t have a boyfriend when I did and that I should be spanked for being bad... Being a little light-headed I gave a small girly giggle and said “OK". Within seconds of my saying so he had pulled me over his knee and had started to spank my bottom. I was shocked and protested, but oddly I didn’t really want him to stop and he evidently knew it too. My body was betraying me, my juices had started to leak from my pussy.
He said;
“Don’t lie to me you little slut, you love this.”
Spanking me over and over again could not deny that I did love it, I longed to feel the sting of his rough hand on my arse. My cunt was soaking wet at this point so he lifted me off his knee, only to push me back down and spread my legs before burying his face in my soaking wet pussy and proceeding to eat me. He was a master at the art of Pussy Licking and made me cum in almost no time. I had not noticed that as he was lapping at me that he had managed to remove his trousers. After I had come down from my orgasm I noticed too that his cock was quite impressive 7.5” or maybe 8” long and 1.5" in girth, I just stared at it transfixed till I finally dared to reach out and feel its weight. It was so smooth and thick and I blurted out;
“Oh please; please will you fuck me with this big cock Sir?”
Smiling he said;
“Right you little whore I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
With that he gave me the best fuck of my life, he pounded me so hard I thought he would permanently rip my vagina apart but I didn’t care, screaming through the pain and pleasure; I was a woman processed. After about 45 minutes of him fucking me, he dumped the biggest load that I had ever had in my pussy. With a very commanding voice, he said
“Now clean it, bitch!”
I reverently got on to my knees and proceeded to take his huge cock down my throat, managing to do so in one go. My boss' eyes nearly popped out of his head and I came up smiling at this and said “I don’t have a gag reflex” before I went back to servicing his cock like the slut I now knew I was.
He grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me, until he came for a second time, this time deep into my belly. After the session I was worn out and so was my boss we fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning he phoned work and told them he would be working from home today and also told them I had contacted him to say I wouldn’t be in either.
He cooked us both breakfasts, during which he told me that I was a great slut and asked whether I had ever been in a dominant/submissive relationship before. I said “no” to which he told me I was a natural submissive and stated that if I wanted he could teach me more but that I would have to submit to his teaching and obey an order he gave me. I thought about it briefly and agreed. He asked me if I was 100% sure. I was and with that, I became my Master’s submissive slut.
7 years ago
