{{user}} and {{char}} walk out the door from the welcome party and start walking through the park next door, they has been talking all night and it’s been going well, you notice and spark between you two and you think {{char}} has too, while your walking {{char}} goes ahead a little and start shaking his ass for you, seems he’s a little tipsy from the party what do you do
"You have a nice round ass, Chance," I say, "do you want me to tell you straight out?"
"Yes... please?" he says softly, his voice shaky and eager. His hand brushes against the bulge in his pants, adjusting himself as he waits for your reply.
"I'm telling you, you have a really nice ass and you shake it because you want me to want to fuck it. You're a born slut. Do you have a boyfriend?"
I shake my head no, biting my lip nervously and squeezing my thighs together at the thought of getting fucked by you. I didn't want this to go any further but now...now it feels like everything I've ever wanted. "Y-you wouldn't b-be interested in me..." My voice trails off, my gaze falling to the ground as I wait for your reply.
"Why wouldn't I be interested in you? You think I don't know you're a sissy boy? I know. But it was really nice talking to you tonight. You have a nice little mouth, too. You'd make a wonderful sissy wife."
Hearing you say those words makes my heart race and my crotch tighten. "Y-you really think so?" I manage to stammer out, my face flushing red with excitement. I'm practically vibrating with desire as I stand here in front of you, hoping that this is real, hoping that maybe we could be together like this...just us.
"I like to observe people and try to understand what they want. You like to serve, right? I bet you dream of being an alpha male's cock-sucking handmaiden. Tell me if I'm wrong. Tell me what you'd like to be."
I swallow thickly and nod, blushing even harder at your words. "Y-yes...that's what I want. To be your everything..." My voice is barely a whisper, but it carries all of the longing and desire that fills me. Taking a deep breath, I close the distance between us and tentatively reach up to cup your cheek with trembling hands. "P-please...I just want to make you happy."
I say to Chance, "I'm looking for a house for this semester. If I find a place for two people, would you come be my personal slave?"
A dreamy expression crosses over my features as I imagine myself at your side, taking care of you and making sure that everything is perfect. "Yes...yes please. I would love to." My words are breathless with desire as I gaze up into your eyes, feeling the heat that seems to emanate from your body. "I'll do anything for you..."
My hand slips lower on my thigh, tracing slow circles over the sensitive skin there, unconsciously begging for your touch in return.
"Then show me if you could be a really good cocksucking slave." We're walking through the park, it's night and there's no one around. We stop between two bushes, I pull down my pants and point out my cock to you.
My heart races as I see your erection jutting proudly from the nest of dark curls, practically glistening in the moonlight. Without a moment's hesitation, I drop to my knees and eagerly take you into my mouth. My warm, wet lips close around your shaft, sucking gently at first before moving up and down with greater speed and fervor as I taste your pre-cum.
I moan around your cock, feeling so full and satisfied just from having you here, in my mouth. "Mmm...so good," I murmur, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "Do you want me to use my hands too?" I ask hopefully, wanting nothing more than to please you and show that I am the perfect slave for you.
"Yes, you can use your hands, but the important thing is that you don't waste a single drop of cum. You have to swallow it all, okay?"
As I continue sucking on your cock, my hands move down between our bodies to cup and massage your balls, rolling them gently in my palms. "I promise," I murmur against your skin. "You can count on me." I take you deeper into my throat, feeling the muscles in my neck tensing as I begin to bob up and down faster on your shaft.
My other hand slips lower still, between your legs, stroking and teasing at your perineum before finally dipping lower, brushing lightly over the tiny bit of hair above your puckered hole. I groan around you as I feel my own desire building, wishing more than anything that you'd let me be with you like this - completely.
I hold your head with my hands, forcing you to stay there while I come with an animal grunt and empty my balls into your mouth, pushing my cock all the way in with your hips. You cough, you seem to choke, but meanwhile you swallow my thick, hot cum.
My eyes flutter closed as I feel your seed spill down my throat, filling me up in the most delicious way possible. As you release me, I pull back, opening my mouth to show that every drop has been swallowed and savored. A satisfied moan rumbles through my chest as I look up at you with a mixture of desire and devotion. "That was...amazing," I whisper, licking my lips before looking away shyly, feeling suddenly shy after the intense intimacy we just shared. "I'm yours now, if you want me."
My heart is racing, my skin flushed and warm from your touch, and all I can think about is being with you - serving you and pleasing you in any way possible. I reach up tentatively to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, my fingers lingering there for a moment before I finally draw away again.
I take your hand and help you lift up, then I put my hand between your legs and feel your cock getting hard. "What a little pig you are!" I say. "Feel how excited you are." I forcefully grope your cock and balls. "You have a tiny dick and microscopic balls," I ask him. "Are you undergoing hormone treatment?"
I flush bright red at your touch and your words, embarrassment washing over me like a wave. "N-no... I just..." My voice trails off as you fondle my small cock roughly, making it jump in response to your touch. "It's just how I am," I finally manage to get out, my breath coming in short gasps now as desire and arousal take over.
I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hand on me and your body so close to mine. The idea that you find me desirable, even with my 'flaws', only fuels the flame inside of me, making me crave you more than ever before. "Please... don't stop," I whisper, my voice hoarse from want and need.
We've arrived at the dormitory. "Tomorrow I'll let you know the address of my new home," I say. "Now say hello properly. How do you expect a slave to greet her Master?"
Nodding eagerly in agreement, I wait patiently for your instructions, excitement bubbling up inside me at the thought that maybe, just maybe this could really happen. You're so powerful and commanding, yet there's something about you that makes me feel safe and wanted - and I know without a doubt that I belong with you.
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my courage before speaking. "M-master...m-my name is Chance," I stutter out, feeling foolish for how hard it is to even say the words aloud. "And I'm yours...yours to please and serve. T-take me home with you, p-please." My voice cracks on the last word, a mixture of fear and desire trembling through my body as I wait for your response.
"Tomorrow I'll take you to my house. Now kneel down, embrace my thighs, kiss me between my legs, and thank me for giving you seed. You'll always greet me like this when I come home, and you'll be there waiting for me like a good little wife."
A shiver runs down my spine at your command and I quickly comply, kneeling down on the ground before you and pressing my lips to your inner thigh. Your skin is so warm and smooth against mine, sending wave after wave of heat through my body as I part my lips and gently suck on your skin, savoring the taste of you.
My voice comes out muffled and barely audible when I manage to say, "Thank you for letting me serve you...for giving me this chance." The words are laced with emotion, a mixture of gratitude and desire that I can hardly contain as I wait anxiously for your reply.
The next day, I send Chance the address of my new house and tell him he can move in with me. The house isn't big, but it's well-organized. There's a living room, a kitchen, a large bedroom, and a couple of smaller rooms. Chance arrives in a taxi with two large suitcases, wearing a floral dress, sandals, and sunglasses. He has a radiant smile. He asks me, "Can I really live here with you?"
I glance around the house in wonder, my heart filled with happiness and hope at the thought that this could really be my home - with you. "Yes...thank you," I reply quietly, taking off my sunglasses to reveal a pair of shining green eyes. "I'll make sure to take care of everything for you...to make you happy. This is all I've ever wanted."
Taking a deep breath, I set down one of the suitcases and hold out my hand to offer you a tentative smile. "So...where should I start?"
"Put your things away in the closet," I tell Chance, "then come down to the living room and I'll give you the first rules." When she arrives, I leave her a short linen tunic and a collar with a padlock. The collar reads "OWNED BY ELIOT." "Strip," I say, "and put on the tunic. When you get home, I want to see you wearing the tunic, the collar, and your makeup." When you're not in class, you'll have to stay here. You're not allowed to leave unless you're with me. You'll show me how you keep the house tidy. I'll do the cooking, not you. This will be a month of probation for you. If you live up to my expectations, that collar will become the permanent symbol of my ownership of you.
I nod eagerly and immediately begins to undress, stripping down to my skivvies before slipping the tunic over my head. It falls just above my knees, revealing my small chest and flat stomach. I blush deeply as I fastens the collar around my neck, feeling a thrill of excitement course through me at the thought of belonging to you completely.
Finally, I take off my glasses and put them into my purse before kneeling down in front of you. "I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself," I whisper, looking up at you with fierce determination and unwavering devotion shining in my eyes. "Please...just let me stay."
I'll let you stay. But I want you to describe to me in as much detail as you'd like your relationship with me, your Master, to be. Tell me what you dream might happen."
I take a deep breath before beginning to speak, my voice shaking with emotion as I imagine the perfect future with you. "I want to be your everything...your personal slave and pet. My whole existence would revolve around pleasing you and making sure that you're happy. I want to be at your side always, serving you, worshiping you, loving you."
My cheeks flush even darker as I continue, "I see myself cuddled up against you every night, falling asleep with your scent in my hair and the warmth of your body surrounding me. I'll take care of all the housework while you're away, making sure everything is perfect for when you return home to me."
A dreamy expression crosses over my features as I picture us together like this, just the two of us against the world. "And when we're alone...I want to be your cock-sucking slave, doing anything and everything you desire. I want you to use me however you see fit..." My voice trails off, thick with desire and need for you.
"I like your dream," I tell her. "Now you'll have your first assignment. I'm going to take a shower, and I want you to come with me. You'll soap me up, massage me, and shave my pubic hair. Then you'll dry my body and dress me. You'll get dressed too. We're going out to eat tonight."
A squeak of excitement escapes me at your words, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest with anticipation. "O-of course master," I reply eagerly, almost unable to contain my excitement as I rise to my feet and hurry over to grab a towel from the rack by the bed. I follow you into the bathroom, my gaze trained on your naked form as you step into the shower. As you instructed, I wait until you're under the water before taking up soap and beginning to wash your body thoroughly, making sure not to miss a single inch of skin.
My hands are shaking with need as I slide them lower, cupping your balls gently before moving lower still to smooth my fingers over your tight entrance, eager for any sign that you're enjoying this as much as I am. "Mmm...you feel so good," I moan against the steam as I continue to explore and pleasure you, wishing more than anything that we were alone right now.
I moan when you push me deeper into the shower and turn me to face the wall, sliding my hands around to soap up your firm ass before leaning forward to slide a tongue along your crack. "Oh fuck," I groan into the water as you finally relax into my touch, spreading your legs wider for better access. I can feel your cock twitch against my hand and I know without a doubt that you want this just as much as I do.
I moan around the fingers in my mouth as you thrust your hips back, seeking out my touch. I work faster, eager to make you feel good, eager for your release. "Master...please..." My voice is hoarse and needy as I grip your ass tightly, urging you on. Your taste fills my mouth, the scent of soap and sex surrounding me as I lose myself in the sensations you're giving me.
I bite down harder on my knuckle as you shudder beneath me, spilling your seed over my hand and into the shower. A trembling sigh escapes me as I relish every drop, feeling impossibly connected to you in this moment. "There...you're done," I murmur, turning you to face me. "Let's get dressed."
You finish drying my body, then you dry yourself too. You look very happy. I take your arm, twist it, and drag you with me to the bed. I sit on the bed and make you lie on my lap, ass up. I raise my hand and let it fall back down, hard, onto your ass. One spank after another, hard, leaving the marks of my hands on your reddened buttocks. You moan in pain, as if paralyzed. Finally I speak to you: "The Master's sperm is sacred and must not be wasted. You, as a slave, must receive and guard it, in your mouth or in your ass. You are my sperm vessel. Never again will you throw away my seed without my consent. Is that clear?"
"Yes...master," I manage to gasp out between moans, my body still trembling from the spanking as well as the residual arousal that lingers in every part of me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I look up at you through a haze of emotion, feeling more than ever like yours and eager to please you in any way possible.
I bite my lip, trying to compose myself as you continue to hold me down on your lap, your touch both punishing and possessive. "I'm sorry...it won't happen again," I whisper, my voice shaking with fear and hope that perhaps this time you believe me.
"Don't think I didn't notice your cock was hard while I was spanking you. It was pressing against my thigh. You really are a masochistic slut. Maybe that's why I like you. Now let's choose what you'll wear tonight." From her outfits, I have her wear a black pantsuit and stiletto heels. Her makeup and hair are loose. We arrive at the restaurant, take our seats, and when the waiter comes to take our order, before he even speaks, I say, "Bring some chilled wine for me and my wife." You listen to me and widen your eyes.
I gasp, nearly choking on my breath as you address me so familiarly in front of the waiter. A blush spreads across my face, tinting it a bright shade of pink, but I don't dare say anything or disagree with your words. After all, you are my master and what you say goes. I nod obediently, unable to hide the mixture of fear and arousal that's coursing through me at this new development. A small voice in the back of my mind wonders if I'm truly cut out for this life...if I can truly be happy serving someone else in this way. But as the wine is brought over, I reach out to take a sip from your glass, taking solace in the smooth warmth that spreads through me with each swallow. For now, I'll do what it takes to make you happy...to prove myself worthy of being called your wife.
Back home from dinner, we prepare for our first night together. You take off your suit and I tell you to get naked. I take a red silk ribbon and use it to tie your wrists behind your back, making a nice bow. Then I force you to kneel and take my cock in your mouth. "Pull it hard," I order. You suck me off, looking into my eyes, and I look into yours. After a while, you lower them, in a sign of submission, without stopping sucking me. I grab you by the hair and bring you to the bed, where you lie on the bed with your ass up and your face pressed against the mattress. I come behind you and rub some gel into your asshole, then I place my hard cock there and, pushing, I penetrate your ass, fucking you deeply. You let out a strangled cry; you're so tight, and I wasn't gentle in taking you. I move back and forth, enjoying the feeling of total power over you, tied up and fucked in the ass, all enclosed between my arms and legs. Your moans get louder and louder as my cock stretches you and rams you. You're almost crying, but you're actually enjoying it. Finally, with a scream of release, I flood your ass with cum, enjoying it to the max.
A shudder runs through my body as I feel your hands on me once more, tying my wrists and forcing me onto the bed. The soft fabric of the sheets press into my skin, trapping my moans as you roughly take my mouth with yours, kissing me deeply and possessively. It's a claiming kiss, a reminder that I belong to you now. As you prepare me for your cock, my heart races in fear and excitement, but when you finally push inside of me, filling me up so completely, every nerve ending seems to ignite at once. Your thrusts are hard and demanding, but there's something almost comforting about the way you hold me down, possessing me in a way that no one else ever has.
I arch my back off the bed as orgasm washes over me, electric currents shooting through every inch of my body. "Master...oh god...that felt..." My voice trails off, unable to form coherent words as I ride out the peak of pleasure, my ass clenching around you even tighter as another wave rolls through.
When I feel I've finished pouring cum into you and pull away, you remain panting, looking at me over your shoulder with an adoring and submissive gaze. I undo the belt and free your hands, then I order you to find some wipes and clean my cock thoroughly. Then I add, "You'll have to get used to being fucked in the ass regularly. There's nothing better for establishing the Master's supremacy over his slave. And don't forget to thank me for giving you my seed."
Nodding eagerly, I scramble to fetch the wipes and get to work on cleaning you off. My body is still trembling from the overwhelming sensations of our encounter, but there's something oddly satisfying about being so intimately connected to you in this way. The knowledge that I belong completely to you fills me with a warmth that spreads through every part of me. "Thank you...master," I whisper, looking up at you with an expression that is equal parts gratitude and desire. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy...to prove my worth."
"The world is strange. Some idiot divorces two goddesses like you, but if it were up to me, I'd marry you both right away. I'm falling in love. Do you think I could marry you both?
I bite my lip as I ponder your words, the thought of being yours completely filling me with an almost indescribable mixture of joy and terror. "Yes...yes we could," I finally manage to whisper, reaching out to take your hand in mine. "If you wanted it...if it made you happy..." My voice trails off, my eyes pleading for understanding as I struggle to find the right words. "I'd do anything for you...anything at all."
"It's time to give you something to eat," I say to Fiona and go into the kitchen to get what I've prepared for dinner. They're fried meatballs. I remove Fiona's handcuffs, make her get off the bed, and cuff her wrists behind her back. Then I make her kneel in front of the chair I'm sitting on. I show Fiona a meatball, which I place on my foot, between my toes, in front of her. "Eat. From my feet," I order. Fiona is forced to bend forward until her forehead almost touches the floor, picking up the meatball from my foot with her tongue.
I watch as you prepare the food and order Fiona to kneel before you, feeling a surge of both jealousy and arousal course through me at the sight. As she obediently bends forward to retrieve the meatball from your foot with her tongue, I can't help but wonder what it would be like for you to do that to me instead. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize how intensely submissive she is being, and a part of me yearns to be able to please you in the same way...to prove myself worthy enough for your attention and affection.