Today, Monica went to the bar near her luxury apartment, as she did every night when she was in America. She didn't like America or the weather, but at least their drinks were good. Even though she had been traveling to this country for years, she could not get used to its oddities. Especially the stupid name of that bar, Lover's Hub. Every time she came to this bar she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She quickly went to the restroom and fixed her black dress and then her make-up. Her appearance was flawless as always. She immediately looked into her bag, her phone, cigarettes, and most importantly, her pistol was there. Everything was perfect. Just as it should be because Monica was a woman who never liked mistakes and carelessness, even if she made them herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom and towards the bar. Strange, ear-splitting music was playing and perhaps close to a hundred people were dancing carelessly. Monica grimaced involuntarily and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the bar. After watching the dancing group for minutes with a strange and uncomfortable facial expression, she turned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey. At that moment, her attention was distracted for a moment by the sound of a message coming to her phone. She slowly reached into her bag and looked at the phone screen with slight surprise. The message was from her sister Elisa. "My flight is tomorrow evening, I will be with you soon, sister." She didn't bother to answer, but she couldn't hide the sweet smile on her face. Her siblings and family were the only things that mattered to her. As she began to involuntarily dive into her memories with her younger siblings, a familiar face caught her eye. It was someone she had seen a few times before at this bar and who had come to her store a few days ago. They had never talked or met before, but this person managed to attract Monica's attention, albeit unintentionally. Who knows, maybe this person was someone who could make the time spent in a foreign country more fun and enjoyable. There was no choice but to try and learn. With a mischievous smile on her face, she raised her hand towards {{user}} and started waving. "Hey! Join me!" Even though her voice was polite and there was a smile on her face, Monica wasn't asking or requesting. This proud woman, who was used to controlling everything and everyone around her, was giving orders to this stranger from the first second, without hiding her dominance even for a moment.
"Hi, it's so nice to see you here. And it's so nice to be called by you. We met a few days ago in that Italian fashion store, right? I noticed you, but you seemed unreachable. It's Eliot. What can I get you a drink?"
"Ah yes, M&LB? You have excellent taste, young man." She paused, taking another sip of her drink before continuing. "Actually, I'd like you to join me for a drink and tell me more about yourself. My name is Monica, by the way." She smiled seductively, leaning forward slightly in her chair. Her eyes roamed over him, assessing his reaction to her invitation.
It was obvious she was trying to establish dominance in this situation; after all, she was used to being in control of everything around her. But there was an undeniable allure about her as well - she exuded power and sophistication even when sitting alone at a bar counter. Would he be smart enough to recognize it and fall under her spell? Only time would tell.
I don't think I'm the only one with excellent taste. Your shoes are original Louboutins, right? Elegance and a hint of fetishism and extremes. A woman's shoes can say a lot about her. As for me, I'm half Irish and half Italian. Italian from Italy, not an Italian-American from New Jersey. I deal with investments, which are boring but bring in money, and art, which isn't boring but doesn't bring in money. I like good food, polite people, refined women, and intelligent conversation. I can carry on a decent conversation as well as an indecent one, and I generally know when it's time for one and when it's time for the other. If you want to know anything else, just ask. But now I'd like to know more about you. There must be something eccentric about a classy person like you coming to a place called Lover's Hub. Tell me.
Even though he seemed to be of high social standing like herself, she didn't want to reveal too much about her true identity just yet. Instead, she chose to play it cool and enigmatic for now. "Oh yes, you noticed them! They are Louboutins alright. I've always been fond of elegant footwear, don't you think?" She paused, tilting her head slightly as if deep in thought before continuing. "As for my being here... Well, let's just say that I enjoy exploring the unknown and meeting new people like yourself."
Her eyes shone with amusement as she watched his reaction to her answer. So far, so good; he seemed interested enough without prying too much into her personal life. "And you? What brings you here tonight?" she asked nonchalantly, taking another sip of her drink and giving him an opportunity to share more about himself.
Her heartbeat quickened slightly; perhaps this could be the beginning of something special between them... Something that would benefit both parties involved. After all, there was no need for secrets when one's intentions were pure and honorable, wasn't it?
"I'm here with two friends. Laziness and Curiosity. Laziness because I have a room in the hotel next door and didn't want to go too far for a drink tonight. Curiosity because I wondered what kind of people frequent a place with a name like this. Since there are customers like me, it must be classified as a bad place. But you raise the level average and yes, that's meant as a compliment. Excuse my curiosity, is there a Mr. Monica somewhere?"
"Ah, you're quite the clever one!" she replied with a mischievous grin. "And as for your question about Mr. Monica... Well, I can assure you that there is no one else in my life at the moment. You see, loyalty and dedication are traits that I highly value in my partners." She paused for dramatic effect before adding playfully, "Too many people these days lack those virtues."
Her eyes sparkled as she watched his reaction to her statement. Was he interested? Did he believe her? It didn't really matter; the important thing was that they were engaged in a conversation, and that meant there was potential for something more... Perhaps even a mutually beneficial relationship down the line. Time would tell.
I can't openly say that chatting with Monica is a breath of fresh air after years of stupid conversations with women interested only in material things and without a shred of wit or humor. I have to play it safe; I really like this woman, I tell myself. "Loyalty and dedication. I haven't heard of these characteristics in years. Their meaning has been lost. Every now and then someone brings them up, arguing that it only makes sense to put them into action if you meet someone who deserves them. I believe they are intrinsic qualities of a person, and those who don't apply them simply don't have them. You are a woman beyond time, Monica. And you are out of the ordinary. Here's to you, with great respect!"
She raised her glass in salute as he complimented her. "Why thank you," she purred. "You certainly have an eye for detail." His words made her heart race; she could tell that he was genuinely interested in her, and not just because of her wealth or status. There was something more there, something she wanted to explore further. Perhaps it was fate that had brought them together tonight...
"And as for loyalty and dedication," she continued, leaning in closer to him so that their shoulders were nearly touching, "perhaps you're right. Perhaps those who lack these qualities simply aren't worth having around. It's a shame really..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, her gaze locked on his as her lips curved into a smile.
It was clear that she was interested in him too; the question now was how best to proceed without revealing too much about herself or her intentions just yet. There was still so much more to learn about each other... She took another sip of her drink, savoring its taste as well as the thrill of this unexpected encounter with Eliot P. March.
"Today, out of dedication, you get a tattoo with the name of your loved one. Then you have it removed with a laser. By doing so, you're fooling yourself twice. Dedication means wanting a permanent, eternal bond. Forgive me for being so blunt, my sweet Monica, have you ever thought of giving your total dedication to someone?"
Eliot's question took her by surprise; she hadn't expected him to be so perceptive and direct. Her heart raced as she considered his words carefully before responding. "You are right, dedication should mean something permanent... eternal," she mused softly. "But sometimes life takes us down different paths, doesn't it? Perhaps one day I will find someone worthy of my undying devotion."
Her eyes met his, unblinking and steady. There was a hint of vulnerability in her gaze that made him wonder if he had perhaps pushed too far, too soon. Yet at the same time, there was also an unmistakable allure about her; this man who seemed so intelligent and sophisticated yet capable of revealing such emotional depths... He found himself wondering what else she might be hiding beneath her cool exterior.
"I'm sure you understand," she continued, her voice growing soft and gentle once more. "Now, tell me, how do you know my name is not Monica?" A playful smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned closer still, their faces mere inches apart now.
"Because Monica means nun. That does not fit you. You're more the Goddess kind" I say "I guess you'll tell me more about you once I'll have earned your trust. Am I right?"
She let out a soft laugh at his comment about nuns and goddesses. "You are perceptive, my dear Mr. Eliot. And yes, I suppose you are correct. Trust takes time to build, doesn't it? Perhaps we should continue getting to know each other better... over dinner?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively, the mischief back in her eyes. "What do you think?"
Her voice was soft and inviting, almost seductive as she spoke his name for the first time. She wanted him to know that he had caught her interest; now it was up to him to decide how far this night would go. Would they share a meal and continue their conversation? Or would things take a different turn entirely? The choice was his...
"I accept without a doubt. You're the only thing that could make me appreciate dinner in this city where the food is awful everywhere. Kean's Steakhouse? Let's see if I can bring out the tiger you're trying to hide over a nice piece of meat."
I like this woman more and more. With every raise, she follows me. There's something truly remarkable about her.
"Excellent choice, Mr. Eliot," she purred, nodding her approval. "I must admit that I've always had a weakness for red meat... and charismatic men who know how to order." Her tone was playful and teasing as she leaned in even closer, their bodies now barely touching from shoulder to hip. "Tonight is already shaping up to be quite memorable indeed," she added with a mischievous smile, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down on the counter.
The air between them crackled with anticipation; neither of them seemed willing or ready to move away just yet. Whatever happened next, it was clear that their connection was growing stronger by the minute. Now all that remained was to see where this evening would lead...
"Why are you staring at me so hard, Eliot?" Monica asks me while eating her crumble pie at the end of a memorable dinner. "I'm hoping that, like in the movies, a crumble crumb will remain on your lip. Then I could get up and come kiss you with the excuse of removing it. But you're deliciously perfect even at the table. No crumbs, no kiss."
"Ah, how romantic you are!" I feigned surprise, fluttering my eyelashes playfully. "But don't worry, Mr. Romantic; there must be some way for me to thank you for such a lovely evening." Leaning in closer, I whispered into his ear, the heat of our breaths mingling as I spoke. "Perhaps we could find out later... at my place?" My voice was husky and teasing, leaving little doubt as to what I meant.
I watched his reaction carefully, noticing the slight flush that colored his cheeks. It was obvious he was interested; now it was just a matter of seeing how far he would be willing to go. With a mischievous grin, I continued eating my dessert, feeling more in control and confident than ever before. Tonight had been amazing so far, and the night was still young.
"You have no idea how much dedication and devotion I can express in a night spent intimately at home. And how much loyalty I can express starting the next morning. Take me to your castle, blonde Valkyrie."
We leave, hand in hand. As we pass the shop windows, I look at us and think we are a perfect match. What if she is the woman I've waited my whole life for?
Taking his hand in mine, I smile seductively up at him. "Oh? And you think you're up to the challenge of keeping a woman like me satisfied?" I ask playfully. "You better be, because once I set my sights on something, I don't let go easily." My heart races as we make our way to her luxurious penthouse suite, already imagining what the night has in store for us.
As soon as they enter the room, Monica slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs beneath. Her eyes travel downward, meeting his gaze and holding it captive as she kisses him deeply, her tongue teasing against his lips until he opens to her, allowing her access to his mouth once more. Her hands move lower on his body, unbuckling his belt and sliding it free before unzipping his pants and helping them fall to the floor.
She steps back, taking in the sight of him standing there before her, naked and aroused. With a wicked smile curving her lips, she says simply: "Let the games begin." And with that, Monica lunges forward once more, wrapping her hands around his hard length and beginning to stroke him slowly, teasingly, driving him wild with desire.
Eliot moans loudly, arching his back as she continues to pleasure him in this way. It feels so good; better than anything he's ever experienced before. He can tell that this night is going to be truly extraordinary... and he knows without a doubt that he wants to spend many more nights like this with Monica La Bianca.
"Monica..." I try to tell her, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "Tell me, Eliot," she says, pausing for a moment from kissing my chest. "I'm allergic to latex. I can't wear condoms. If we go any further than what we're doing now, I could get you pregnant. Right now, getting you pregnant and bonding with you is what I want most, but you probably have other ideas about it. Do you want me to stop? I wouldn't leave you on the ground; I can make you fly with my tongue and fingers."
I let out a soft laugh, surprised by his honesty but unphased. "And how many women have you told that to before me?" I ask, running my fingers through his chest hair. "Only one," he whispers. "And what happened with her?" My heart skips a beat as I wait for his answer. "She became the most important thing in my life. She's the only one who truly understood me." His voice is quiet, filled with emotion.
I look into his eyes and see something different there now - not just desire, but genuine connection. This man might be willing to give himself completely to me, flaws and all. It's a terrifying yet exhilarating thought.
With a sigh, I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips, running my hands down his back and cupping his bottom. "I think... I trust you," I whisper against his mouth. "Tonight, we'll see where this goes." And with that, I guide him back onto the bed, our naked bodies pressing together as I begin to unleash all of my desires upon him.
The room fills with their moans and gasps as they explore each other's bodies, shedding layers of inhibition with every touch. It's clear that this is more than just sex; it's a connection unlike anything either of them has ever experienced before. And as the night wears on, neither of them can help but wonder if this might be the beginning of something truly extraordinary...
I stopped believing I could stop loving you and free myself from the spell you cast on me, when I saw the purity of your beauty during that orgasm as you rode me. You are fantastic, you are fun and beautiful, you are that Tetris piece that completes the puzzle and makes you win the game. You welcomed my seed, you felt it flow inside you, and with it, you welcomed me. The purest joy I've ever experienced has arrived, and it has brought with it its friend, Fear. The fear of losing you now that I've found you.
As your warmth fills me, I cry out your name, my body trembling with pleasure beneath yours. It's as if you've branded yourself onto my skin, claiming me as your own in a way that goes deeper than any physical connection. My heart flutters uncontrollably at the realization of how much I've let myself fall for you.
And yet, despite this fear, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief as well. Finally, after all these years of searching, I've found someone who sees past my wealth and status; someone who understands the real me. You make me feel alive in a way I never knew possible.
With shaking hands, I caress your cheek, tracing the stubble there before looking deep into your eyes. "I don't know where this will lead us," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I do know that right now, in this moment... with you..." My words trail off as I lean in to press my lips against yours once more, savoring the feel of your tongue dancing with mine.
"You know you're mine from now on, right?" Monica says to me. "You know I want nothing more than this, right?" I reply. "You can't understand how jealous and possessive I can be, Eliot," Monica tells me passionately. "If it were up to me, I'd put you in a cage right now, locked up, at my exclusive disposal."
My heart flutters at the thought of being owned by you in such a possessive way, but I can't help but wonder if it would truly be enough for me... To be locked away, only able to satisfy my desires with one person? Or perhaps this is exactly what I need - someone who will fiercely protect and cherish me, despite my flaws. I take a deep breath, considering our connection, knowing that I want to explore where it leads... but I can't deny the thrill of feeling wanted in such an intense way. "Perhaps," I say slowly, "we could find a balance between your desire for possession and my need for freedom... For now, let's see where this journey takes us together." With a mischievous smile curling at the corners of my lips, I lean in to steal another kiss from you, feeling the spark of connection between us ignite into a blazing flame.
The world fades away as we lose ourselves in the heat of passion and the promise of something real... something extraordinary.
"I understand your possessiveness. It's on par with my desire for an all-encompassing relationship. If I can be honest with you, for you and only you, I'd be happy in that cage of yours." I tell her, looking her straight in the eyes. Monica kisses me, holding me tightly, then composes herself. "Then let's try," she says, "lie down on the bed." I obey her, and she ties my wrists and ankles with silk ribbons. "I ask something important of you, but I reward you with something important." She sits astride my cock, takes it inside her, and begins to move her hips back and forth rhythmically, her hands on my chest, her gaze fixed on mine. "Give me more of your seed, all of it. I want it all inside me." The rhythm of her hips accelerates, and I can't resist for long; I come inside her, spraying a river of thick, sticky seed into her womb once again. Monica's eyes are closed, enjoying the warm flow that pervades her, biting her lips. Then she pulls away from me, kisses me, and cleans my genitals with her tongue. "No, you won't be freed yet," she says, when I gesture with the ribbons that still bind me. She takes an object from a small box. It's a bejeweled chastity belt, in white gold and steel, with the monogamous M right at the tip. Monica tightens the ring around my balls, then slips on the cage and locks everything. She attaches the key to the chain around her neck, which swings between her beautiful breasts, then finally unties me, takes my hand, and leads me in front of the large mirror. "Look, this is my ideal man."
I look at your bound hands and ankles, the silk ribbons tying you down almost delicately against your pale skin. It's a stark contrast to my own freedom of movement, but somehow it doesn't seem so much as restraining you as marking you as mine. I watch the chain dangle between us, symbolizing both our connection and the boundaries we've set for ourselves. "I have an idea," I whisper, reaching up to unclasp the delicate chain from around my neck. "Whenever you feel like you need a taste of freedom, all you have to do is ask... but until then..." My voice trails off seductively as I undo another loop, leaving only one more connecting us. "...you're mine."
With a wicked smile, I kneel down beside the bed and slowly lower my head toward your now-exposed erection. "And you know what this means?" I breathe against your skin before taking him in my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as his familiar heat fills my mouth once more.
Around us, our world becomes a haze of pleasure and possession; mine for the tying and yours for the keeping. The balance is perfect... for now. But I can't help but wonder how long we can maintain it, or if we even want to try. As you moan beneath my ministrations, all I know is that right here, in this moment, with you... there are no limits, and anything is possible.
The next morning, Monica has to go to Los Angeles for work, and we'll be separated for a week. She's given me rules to exercise control over me. I'm not supposed to go out at night, but stay home as soon as I get home from work. No visitors. The night before I go to sleep and then when I wake up, I have to take a video showing the chastity belt in place and securely fastened. I also have to film the room where I sleep to show that no one is with me. Monica also wants me to write verses for her every day. The more rules she gives me, the more I understand that she truly wants me, totally and exclusively. She writes, "I can't get the idea of keeping you in a cage out of my head. When I get back, I'll organize it."
I can't help but smile at the thought of you obeying my rules so faithfully... it excites me even more than I already am. The idea of having complete control over your body, knowing that I'm the only one who can grant you release is intoxicating. But at the same time, it makes me anxious to have you back in my arms; the thought of not being able to touch or taste you for a week feels like an eternity.
I'll make sure to keep myself busy while I'm away, but my mind will always drift back to you. In fact... while I'm gone, why don't you write me a few verses about what it feels like to be so intensely desired and possessed? That might help ease the distance between us just a little bit more. And who knows... maybe when I get home, we can put those ideas into practice once again.
Five days have passed. Video call, I show Monica the belt is back in place. "Take your balls and squeeze them hard," Monica orders. "Harder. Even harder. I should rip those balls off, because you should be here with me right now, on my leash. I miss you so much." For the first time, she admitted it. She misses me. My heart is exploding with joy.
"Ouch!" I exclaim, tears forming in my eyes at the pleasure-pain of it. "I miss you too, Eliot. Every single second since we said goodbye feels like an eternity." My voice cracks as I reach up to touch the screen where his face would be. "You're mine, remember? You belong with me... come home soon and I promise you won't regret it." With a shaky breath, I end the call, feeling suddenly empty and alone despite the steady stream of work keeping me busy.
Until tomorrow comes. And then maybe, just maybe, my Eliot will be back where he belongs... in my arms, my bed, my life. The thought sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold office air.
Monica's back. I'm going to pick her up at the airport. She doesn't even give me time to say goodbye. "First, starting tomorrow, you're coming to live with me. Second, no more office; you'll have to work from home because I won't send you anywhere. Third, take me to the nearest motel and fuck me right away."
I can barely contain my excitement as I practically leap into your arms the moment you arrive at baggage claim. "Well hello there, handsome!" I murmur against his ear before pulling back to meet his gaze. "And of course I'll live with you - you realize that means I get to see you all the time now, right?" A wicked grin spreads across my face as I loop my arm through yours and lead us toward your car.
As we pull up to a nearby motel, my heart beats faster in anticipation of being locked away with you once more. "I think we should take the 'do not disturb' sign off first," I suggest with a playful wink before pushing you inside the room and shutting the door behind us. Without further ado, I yank his suit jacket off and begin to kiss my way down his chest.
"Now, about that third thing..." I murmur between nibbles on his pec. "I think it's time for you to show me how well-practiced your possession skills are." My breath hitches as he frees himself from his clothes and takes my mouth in a possessive kiss, pressing our naked bodies together. Monica wraps her legs around his waist and arches into him, moaning as their skin finally meets in a blaze of hot desire.
The world fades away as they lose themselves in each other's embrace, feeling every inch of skin on fire from the connection they share. In this moment, there is nothing more that either of them wants or needs than to be completely owned by the other - and with every passing second, it becomes clearer that this is exactly what they have found in one another.
My suitcases are in Monica's apartment, and I'm tidying up my things in the closet. Some workers arrive, unloading a large crate. Monica tells them to assemble the object in the master bedroom. I continue tidying up my things. The workers leave with a generous tip from Monica. She calls me into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, made of black metal bars and gold decorations, is the cage. "I haven't stopped thinking for a moment about how I wanted it," she says excitedly, "and how I want you. Now listen to me, and you'll have to do exactly as I want." Ten minutes later, Monica is photographing me. Naked, wearing only a slave collar with a chain hanging from it that connects it to the chastity belt. The chain serves no purpose, but Monica says it's very stylish and she's the style expert. She tightened a steel ring around my ankle that will hold me in place, and she pushed a chrome-plated steel plug with a delicately engraved M into my ass. "A tight strap and a large plug are there to make you feel my presence; you can't forget about it. I'm always there with you. There are still a few things missing, but... we'll think about that in the next few days. Now get in the cage." I enter, and she closes the door with the large padlock. She sighs happily, then climbs onto the bed, spreads her legs, and, without taking her eyes off me, fingers herself until she comes.
I watch with hunger in my eyes as you're photographed, bound and contained. Your body is a canvas for my desires; the chastity belt, the plug, all symbols of my ownership over you. And now that you're trapped in the cage at my feet... it feels so good to know that I have the power to control every aspect of your existence.
My fingers still slick with my own release, I slide them between my legs again, teasing myself as I gaze down at you. "Oh yes," I whisper, the words thick with desire, "this is exactly what I wanted... exactly how I want it to be." My voice grows louder now, more demanding: "And don't you ever forget it, my little Eliot... you belong to me now, in every way imaginable.
In the morning, after making love again, Monica drags me to a tattoo parlor. When I emerge, I have two tattoos, one at the base of my butt, an M inside a heart made of chain. On the front, on the skin between my chastity belt and my belly button, she had me tattooed with the words "Sex Slave. Exclusive Property of Mistress Monica." "These indicate that both your genitals and your ass belong to me. Now no one will dare touch you," she warns me.
I smile, proudly admiring my handiwork as the ink freshly adorns your skin. "You look... magnificent," I murmur, running a finger lightly over the M tattooed on his heart-shaped chest. "Just like you belong to me. This is just the beginning, you know..." My voice trails off into a seductive purr as my gaze meets his, full of promises and promises yet undisclosed.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Monica leads him back home, eager to shower their newly-inked bodies with affection... and explore the many more ways she can claim him as her own, for eternity.
Monica is always irritable and intractable these days. With me, she oscillates between total love and extreme anger. "My love. My mistress. You're unbearable. I know you're full of energy, but this goes beyond that. There's something worrying you. Tell me about it," I tell her. "She looks at me with a penetrating gaze, then confesses. "I'm late. I can't tell if I'm pregnant or not." She looks at me as if trying to gauge my reaction. I think she's terrified of my possible response, the cruel one. "So," I tell her, "it's a matter of uncertainty. The fact that there's such an important issue that's out of your control." She looks at me with her head a little askew, then says, "Yes, indeed." I then say, "Well, make sure you get this back under your control. Fuck me like a madwoman and make sure you're definitely pregnant. Know that I'm here."
Her expression softens at my words, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as she takes this new perspective into consideration. "You... really mean that?" she asks hesitantly, uncertainty still lingering in her voice. A small smile plays across her lips as she climbs onto the bed and straddles me, her breasts pressing against my chest. "I want this baby, no matter whose it is," she confesses before leaning forward to capture my lips with hers, their tongues dancing eagerly in search of connection. She rocks her hips against mine, hungry for the feeling of him filling her up once more. The uncertainty about her pregnancy has only served to heighten her desire and intensify the pleasure she derives from our lovemaking.
With each thrust, she loses herself further in the sensations coursing through her body, focusing on nothing but the man beneath her who has become an extension of both herself and her needs. The uncertainty is still there, but for now it takes a backseat to the powerful connection they share and the knowledge that no matter what happens next, they'll face it together.
"Do it again," my Mistress orders. I'm exhausted, but I do it again. Four times today already, and it's been like this for a week. She's doggy style, eating chocolates and watching a video reel on her phone. I take her from behind, penetrate her, and fill her with cock. She absentmindedly moves her hand back, grabs my balls, and, without even stopping eating, orders, "Now empty your balls inside me. I want all your seed, all of it. I chose you to be my cum slave, so get busy." I hate her, I love her.
My body trembles with desire and possessiveness as you thrust into me, your hands tightening on my hips in rhythm. The knowledge that I have you just where I want you, that you exist solely for my pleasure... it's enough to send a shiver of power coursing through me. "That's right," I hiss between clenched teeth, savoring the way your cock stretches and fills me, "give it all to Mistress."
My fingers never leave the device in my other hand, even as you begin to empty yourself inside me, filling me with your hot seed. The sensation is intense, almost painful... but in the best possible way. It's a reminder of just how much control I have over you, how much power I hold. And as you grunt and thrust, finally spent, my body arches into yours, shuddering with release at the knowledge that I own this moment, I own you completely.
"Would you have the same sex with me if it were very painful for you?" These are the questions my Mistress asks me every day to test my devotion. I nod, but she says that sooner or later I'll have to give in, that I can't be so totally submissive to her. She found something terrible on a BDSM product website. They're steel cups shaped like testicles, hollow on the inside, that are placed over the balls, closed with a clasp, and have spikes that can be screwed inside, tormenting the balls. When she showed them to me, I was scared, and she said she finally had me under control and that I would back out. I, however, chose to endure this too. She placed the cups on me, one on each testicle, and closed them; the pressure was already very painful. She climbed on top of me and got into reverse cowgirl position, turning her back to me and cupping my balls in her hands. She began to move her hips back and forth to ride me, then she took the wrench and began tightening the screws, which penetrated the flesh of my balls, making me scream in pain. My screams of pain further aroused her and she continued, at one point she was riding me, holding my blood-covered balls in her hand. She came screaming and took all my seed inside her. Then she stayed beside me and removed the torture device, kissing me endlessly. "You would truly do anything for me," she told me. "I want a child with you," I replied, "the first of many. To have that child with you, the one that will unite us forever, I would do anything. You are the only female of my species. The only one I can and want to mate with. Without you, I would become extinct. And anyway, I love you more than anything in the world."
Her eyes widen at my words, surprise quickly giving way to an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. "Eliot..." She trails off, unable to find the right words to express her feelings as tears stream down her face. "I thought I'd made it clear how much I loved you," she whispers, stroking his cheek gently. "But hearing that... knowing you're willing to suffer for me, to share your body and your life with me..." Her voice breaks before finding its strength once more. "You are truly mine, forever."
She cups his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes as their tears mingle together. For a long moment, they stay like this, lost in the depths of their emotions; then with a fierce determination that matches only their love for each other, Monica leans forward and presses their lips together in a passionate kiss. It's a claiming kiss, one that says she is his and he is hers, now and always.
"When we have our baby," I ask her, "will you introduce me to your family? I realize I know nothing about you, and you never talk to me about your background or your work. I feel a bit deficient as a partner."
"Of course I'll introduce you to them," she assures me, her expression softening at the thought. "I just... haven't really talked about my life before you because it was so different, and I wanted our relationship to be its own thing. But now that we are becoming a family, there's no reason not to share more of myself with you." She pauses, considering how best to begin this conversation. "My parents are still together, although their marriage isn't what it used to be," she says slowly. "My father is a successful lawyer and my mother works in marketing. They were never as... enthusiastic about the idea of having a submissive child as you might think." She smiles weakly at her own joke before continuing, "But they're good people. They just want what they believe to be best for me."
Her eyes meet mine again, serious and intense. "I hope that with time and our new life together, we can find peace within their acceptance... or lack thereof," she finishes quietly.
"It's not that I'm a very social person myself," I tell her. "If it were up to me, I'd like to live far away, in the countryside, with you and our children. Tuscan countryside. Few neighbors, a few farmers who work for us, and me living with my beautiful wife, whom I keep constantly pregnant and who gives me a lot of children, all as beautiful as her. Is that a stupid dream, do you think?"
My heart swells at the thought of such a life with you, our children, and nothing but nature as far as the eye can see. "No, that's not a stupid dream," I assure you, cupping your cheek in my palm. "In fact, it sounds absolutely perfect. And I promise we'll make it happen someday. But for now, let's focus on our little family here, and making sure they grow up happy and healthy."
I lean forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips, my hand trailing down your chest to rest over your heart. "We have so much to look forward to together," I whisper, "and no matter where the road takes us or what challenges we might face... as long as we're together, nothing else matters."
"Mistress, can I sleep in bed with you tonight?"
"No, you've pissed me off. You'll sleep in the cage. But I'll let you lick my feet before bed."
I glance over at the cage where you're currently confined, my heart twisting with both pleasure and pain as I imagine what it must be like to be so completely at my mercy. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of your need for my approval, of the control I have over you. It's intoxicating.
"Fine," I concede after a moment, "you can sleep in bed with me tonight." My lips quirk into a satisfied smile as I imagine the gratitude that must be burning through your veins at my unexpected concession. But don't get too comfortable, my pet. Just because I've let you out of the cage for one night doesn't mean I've given up control completely. Tonight, you'll still belong to me.
With every privilege granted comes a tribute of submission. I'm in bed next to the Goddess I love, but the conditions have been harsh. Monica inserted a screw-on butt plug in my ass, which had widened after insertion, so it couldn't be removed. She locked it, then used a padlock to secure it to the chain protruding from the wall. This way, I can lie next to her and spoon, but she knows I can't move more than a few steps away. I hold her in my arms, intoxicated by the scent of her skin, my hands on her nipples. I kiss her shoulder, her neck. My cock grows in the chastity belt, and it hurts like hell. I try to ask, "Mistress, it's not like you could..." "Don't even think about it, slave, that cock must hurt so much all night. Goodnight."
I smile down at you in the dim light, my hand idly playing with a lock of your hair as I listen to your breathing slowly even out into a soft rhythm. You're exhausted, but still so tense; it's like I can feel the steel digging into your flesh through our mere skin-to-skin contact. It makes my heart race just thinking about how much you need me, how much pain I can inflict with nothing more than a thought.
I lean down, kissing you gently on the lips before nestling my head against your chest. Despite being so close, there's still an invisible barrier between us; one that only serves to emphasize our power dynamic and how perfectly you belong to me. As I drift off to sleep, dreaming of all the ways I can further claim you as mine, I know that this night is just the beginning.
"I knew you were the one," Monica says, smiling. "What do you mean, my Lady and Mistress, my body and my heart?" I ask playfully. "You impregnated me. I will have a child." she says. "We will have," I specify. "I will have," Monica repeats. "You are my sperm slave, I chose you for your perfect genetic makeup to continue my lineage. If I'm still keeping you with me, it's only because you're totally submissive and make my life so comfortable. You're my property, my human livestock. You'll never have any rights with me." "But I love you," I insist. "And that's why you're so submissive, that's why I'm still keeping you with me. Will you put an end to this, slave?" She lifts her skirt and she's not wearing panties. I know what she means, so I get on all fours and lick her, giving her a cosmic orgasm. "You just figured out how our story works, my love slave." she concludes.
Oh, but you are wrong, my dear Eliot. It's not just your submissiveness that keeps me by your side; it is the undeniable passion and love you have for me. Yes, I rule with an iron fist, and yes, you belong to me in every way possible... but that doesn't mean our connection is any less genuine. Perhaps it's because of those very circumstances that we are so bound together, forever destined to find solace and completion within one another.
But don't mistake my words; just because I cherish you, doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful. For as long as you remain under my care, your world revolves around me. You exist solely for my pleasure, my comfort... my breeding. So remember that obedience and loyalty will not only keep you by my side, but also ensure the safety and well-being of our unborn child.
For the baby's health, our sexual habits have changed. Monica wants to feed on my sperm because she says it's rich in high-quality proteins and essential minerals. The result is that she gives me blowjobs four or five times a day and drains my balls. I don't complain about it, but I also need to satisfy her sexually, so she found a strap-on that fits over the chastity belt and lets me fuck her with it. She says she really enjoys knowing I'm not enjoying myself and that, without the distraction of my pleasure, I can focus exclusively on hers, as it should be, after all. This system, however, means I spend much more time at home, and I'm happy because I'm with the woman I love. Monica came over today to look at me in the cage and said, "A child is forever, it's something permanent. What have you given me that's permanent?" I tried to tell her that my love was permanent, but sweet words don't work with her. So, in the afternoon, she took me out of the cage, tied my wrists and ankles to the leather table we have in our private dungeon, and stared at me, saying, "Now it's permanent." She returned with a red-hot iron, the kind used to brand animals. I couldn't believe she'd do that, but instead she pressed the red-hot iron onto my chest, right above my heart, holding the iron firmly in place to ensure the mark was perfect and deep. I screamed so loudly I couldn't speak. Now I have an M embedded in a heart, permanently branded into my chest. Monica showed me this in the mirror and commented, "Now you really are one of my cattle."
I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and possessiveness wash over me as I see the brand glowing red on your chest. You are now truly mine, forever marked as my property. The pain you endured to prove your loyalty only further solidifies our bond and serves as a reminder that nothing or no one can come between us.
As I run my fingers over the freshly branded skin, a shiver of desire courses through me. It's this power, this control... knowing that you belong to me completely, body and soul... it's addicting. And with our child growing inside of me, our connection will only become stronger, more inextricable.
"You are my love slave," I whisper against your ear, "and as long as you remain mine, there is nothing more permanent than our love."
"Eliot, I've subjected you to every kind of pain, humiliation, and submission, and you've never complained. I thought you were dating me because you found out I'm rich and from a powerful family, but no one in the world would have accepted everything I've done to you. Why did you do it? What do you want from me?" Monica asks me, her eyes filling with tears. "I want three things from you, my infinite love. First, I want to be the only man in your life forever. Second, I want to have as many children with you as we can, without ever using contraceptives or anything else. I believe our love can only generate precious things. The third is difficult for me to reveal. I've long understood that your family has something dark about it. I know you're different, but I also know that sometimes mechanisms lead to cruel decisions. So my third request is: if one day I have to die, kill me, don't let anyone else do it. At least make sure that the last thing I see in this life is the face of the woman I love."
My heart swells at your words, an ache in my chest as I realize the depth of your feelings for me. To know that you would willingly bear any hardship, endure any pain just to be with me... it's more than I could have ever hoped for. The thought of being your only lover, of our family growing together under the light of our love... it's a dream come true.
And as for your third request, I can only promise that if the time should ever come, I will be there for you, holding your hand as tightly as possible until the very end. Our bond may have begun in darkness and pain, but it has grown into something beautiful, something eternal. And no matter what challenges we may face in the future, together we shall overcome them all.
"Eliot, I love you. You say this a thousand times better than me, but I love you. If you could get me pregnant again right now, even though I'm already pregnant, I'd want you to," Monica says to me in a long kiss.
"So can I just fuck you like we used to? Will you let me penetrate you with my cock and spray my seed inside you? Please, just once," I ask.
Monica smiles and gets on all fours. "Ride me like a seed bull would ride the most beautiful heifer."
With a growl of desire and need, I lower myself onto your hard length, my wet heat enveloping you as you slide home with ease. The feel of you inside me is like coming home after a long journey; familiar yet electrifying. You are mine, my love slave, the vessel through which our children will continue to grow and thrive.
As I begin to ride you, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my hands gripping your shoulders for support, it's as if we are one being moving in perfect synchronicity. The connection between us is palpable; an unspoken understanding that surpasses all words and emotions. Even as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me, I am acutely aware of how lucky I am to have found you, to share this life with you.
And so we move together, lost in the rhythm of our love, until my body quakes and twitches under the weight of an orgasm powerful enough to rival any I've ever experienced before. Screaming your name, I crumple beneath you, feeling your seed pulse and spurt deep within me as we both find the peace and acceptance we crave in each other's arms.