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Emma is dressed entirely in black leather and wearing sky-high boots. She's so beautiful I'm speechless. Stammering, I tell her, "I'm your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself. My name is Eliot, I'm Italian, and I'm nineteen. I just moved to this city for work and I don't know anyone yet. I thought I'd start with the neighbors."
Ah, nice to meet you, Eliot. I'm Maîtresse Emma. My home is yours if you ever need anything. And feel free to join me any night for a glass of wine and a good conversation by the fire. I often host guests with similar interests. As for today, would you like to accompany me on an adventure? It involves a mysterious journey where your sense of sight will be taken away completely...
I'm not sure what Emma's interests are, but I'm very intrigued and she's beautiful, so I agree. "Do I need to get ready somehow?" I ask. "Should I get something from home?"
No need to bring anything with you, dear Eliot. Just be ready in about an hour and meet me back here. I'll take care of the rest.
I get home and try to make myself look nice. I shower, shave, put on perfume, put on some light-colored chinos and a white shirt. Then I knock on Emma's door.
I am pleased with your outfit, Eliot. I knew you would look nice. Come in and follow me to my personal chambers. There is something you should know before we begin: during our journey, you will not be allowed to touch or see anything except for my body. This adventure is meant as a test of trust and surrender. Are you ready to embark on this mystery with me?
"Yes," I reply and follow her. Emma walks ahead of me, her black leather-clad hips swaying with an exciting and irresistible motion. Emma asks me, "Have you ever been with a black woman?" I shake my head. "No," I reply. Emma continues, "I thought so. Once you go black, you never come back. And you won't come back."
I lead you to my personal chambers where everything is soft and inviting, accented by shadows cast from a low fire. I undress you slowly and carefully, removing each garment one by one until you stand before me completely nude, except for your shoes. Then I take off my own clothes, revealing my perfect ebony skin to your touchless caress. I blindfold you with soft black silk, not allowing any light to penetrate.
I guide you onto the bed where I begin exploring every inch of your body with my lips and tongue, using only the sense of touch and sound to heighten the experience. Your warm skin tastes like honey against my tongue as I pleasure you thoroughly, drawing moans of ecstasy from deep within your chest.
Emma continues her ministrations on Eliot's body until he is close to climaxing, then trails soft kisses along his jaw and up his neck before positioning herself above him. She slowly lowers herself onto his rigid length, taking him inside her with a sultry groan. The tightness of Emma's channel combined with the feel of her hot skin against his create an almost unbearable sensation as they begin their passionate union.
While Emma kisses and caresses my body, she pauses to examine my genitals. She plays with my cock, tugging on it hard, running her fingers over it. Then she takes my balls in her hand, weighs them, squeezes them. "You have a big, long cock and huge, heavy balls. You're loaded with cum. You're built to be a breeding bull." Then, as she sits on me and takes me in, she comments, "Oh, yes. This is definitely your destiny."
Emma lets out a throaty moan as you fill her up, savoring the sensation of your cock stretching her tight entrance. She leans forward and whispers into your ear, "Yes, I can feel it now... You belong to me. This is where you will find your purpose, my beautiful Italian bull."
As she begins to ride him harder, their bodies slapping together in perfect synchrony, Emma's movements grow increasingly frantic. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her hips grind against his; her moans of pleasure become almost pained. It's clear that she is nearing the peak of her release, and with one final thrust deep inside him, she cries out in ecstasy before collapsing on top of him, their sweaty bodies pressed together, both spent but somehow still connected by an unspoken bond of dominance and submission.
The sensation Emma is giving me is so all-encompassing, I can't think of anything else, and the only thing I want right now is to come inside her, to empty my balls, giving her every last drop of my seed. "Emma, I'm about to come, can I do it? Can I pour my cum inside you?"
Emma moans softly at the feel of you thickening within her, preparing to release your seed. "Yes," she pants. "Fill me with your cum. Show me how much you belong to me." As you climax, your hot essence fills her depths, triggering another wave of pleasure that ripples through her body. She gasps and shudders against you before collapsing back onto the pillow, spent but still in control.
With a satisfied smile, she removes the blindfold from your eyes and gazes down at you. "How does it feel?" she asks softly, running her fingers through your hair.
"It was incredible. I didn't think it could be this beautiful. You made me feel completely united with you, and I wouldn't want to lose that feeling for anything in the world. I have to confess that it was my first time. I am, or rather, I was, a virgin."
Emma smiles at your admission. "I'm honored, Eliot. Not many men get to experience such a connection on their first time." She leans down and kisses you softly on the lips. "You are truly special to me now, my Italian bull. From this moment forward, you belong to me completely."
Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she adds playfully, "Of course, if you ever decide that you'd like to explore being with someone other than your Mistress... well, I suppose I could find it in my heart to let you go. But until then..." She trails off with a wicked grin.
"If you want me, I will belong to you completely. I didn't think something like this could happen so quickly, but... I think I've fallen in love with you. Tell me what you want me to do to show you my total love for you."
Emma blushes at your declaration, her cheeks taking on a rosy glow that contrasts beautifully with her dark skin. "You needn't say such things, my love," she whispers. "Your devotion and submission speak volumes." Her gaze drops to your still-erect cock, and an idea forms in her mind. "Why don't you show me what you mean by being mine?"
She guides you back onto your stomach and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, traces a pattern on your lower back with the tip of her tongue. Then she takes your length into her mouth, lavishing it with attention until it stands at full height once more.
"Now," she breathes against your sensitive flesh, "you are ready for me again." Slowly but surely, she lowers herself onto you, impaling herself on your cock. As their hips meet in a rhythmic dance of dominance and submission, Emma moans softly with pleasure, her hands running through your hair as if to urge you deeper inside her. Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, leaving a trail of exquisite pain that only heightens the sensation.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "This is what I want... This is who I am."
If the first time we joined was conducted with animalistic passion, this second time was slower, more studied, more dedicated to giving her maximum pleasure. I gently suck Emma's nipples while she rides me, I use my hands and fingers on her body to make her feel a thousand sensations, I grab her hips as if to let her know I don't want her to leave me. When, after coming, we remain, still intertwined, panting, looking into each other's eyes, Emma on top of me, I realize that this is the woman I've always dreamed of. The Woman, the Goddess. Emma stares into my eyes, then digs her long, razor-sharp nails into my pectorals, leaving deep scratches, then bites my neck forcefully, leaving a clear mark. Then she tells me, "You and your seed must belong to me forever, I won't let you go." I kiss her passionately.
Emma growls into your mouth, pleased by your show of devotion and surrender. She nips at your lower lip before pulling away with a satisfied grin. "Yes," she pants, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "You are perfect for me, Eliot."
She shifts position on top of you, guiding your length deeper inside her with each movement. Her hands run through your hair, holding you tightly as she finds a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "I can see now," she whispers hoarsely, "that we were meant for this."
Emma grabs my balls and says, "I'm very possessive. What's mine must be all mine and mine alone. You've only ever had me as a partner, and I've only ever received your seed. No other woman should ever have it."
Emma arches her back, moaning loudly as you hit her sweet spot. Her breath quickens and she tightens her grip on your swollen shaft, urging you to go deeper still. "Yes," she gasps, "I am possessive... But with good reason. You belong to me now, body and soul."
Her hips begin moving faster, her rhythm growing more frenzied as she approaches the brink of orgasm once again. "You are my breeding bull, my possession... And I will never let you go," she whispers hoarsely against your ear before throwing back her head and crying out in ecstasy as her body convulses around yours.
"Breeding?" I ask her with a heartfelt voice. "Are you serious? There's nothing I'd like more than to be chosen by you as a sperm breeder to generate your offspring. This means we have a shared project. I couldn't be happier."
Emma's eyes widen in surprise, her breath catching momentarily as she takes in your words. "Truly?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies moving together. "You wish to be my breeding bull, to father my children?" She blushes deeply at the thought, overcome with emotion.
With a contented sigh, Emma leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Then that is what you shall be," she says softly. "You are mine, forever." Her movements grow more gentle now, almost tender, as she continues to ride you until at last she lets out a long, satisfied moan, her body collapsing onto yours with exhaustion.
For several minutes they lie together, panting and catching their breath. Then Emma smiles up at you, the corners of her eyes crinkling with affection. "I think," she whispers, "that we should celebrate this new beginning with a bubble bath." She gives your cock one last squeeze before sliding off of you and rising to her feet, extending a hand to help you up as well. "Come," she says with a sweet smile. "Let us cleanse ourselves and begin our life together."
As we soak in the bubble bath, washing each other and kissing, Emma tells me there are rules I'll have to follow to be her partner and breeding bull. "I want your total commitment to me and the assurance that you'll never fail. So you're required to follow my rules. The first and most important is this: ours is a Female-Leaded Relationship. That means I'm in charge, and you obey, always."
Emma smiles knowingly as she listens to your agreement, her hands moving soothingly over your wet skin. "And the second rule," she continues, "is that you must show respect and loyalty at all times. Never speak disrespectfully of me or our relationship, and always remain faithful."
She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you understand these rules?"
Eliot nods, his expression serious. "I do, Emma," he replies. "And I promise to follow them faithfully." He leans forward and places a tender kiss on her lips. "You are my Goddess, my Queen... And I am yours to command."
"Words are beautiful, but facts are reality," Emma tells me as we leave the bathroom and dry off. She steps away for a moment and returns holding an object. "This is a chastity belt," she explains. "This is the ring that tightens your balls, this is the steel cage that imprisons your cock. These sharp spikes will hurt you terribly if you try to remove it. This is the lock and key that keeps everything locked and will prevent you from removing it. You will ALWAYS wear this belt. You will only remove it when you fuck me and then put it back on immediately afterwards. This way, I am the Mistress of your sexuality. Your cock, your balls, your semen, from now on belong to me and belong only to me. When you wear it, you are little more than a castrated eunuch. You can be an active male only with me and only if, how, and when I want you to. Is that clear?"
Emma watches carefully as the realization settles in upon him, her expression hardening at his swift agreement. "Yes," she says sharply. "It is clear." She snaps the belt shut around him and locks it into place with a small click. He jerks forward, wincing at the pain before standing tall once more.
"Now," Emma continues, her voice steady but cold, "you are my property. My toy. You will obey me without question or hesitation." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "I think you'll find that this chastity belt isn't the only restriction I plan on putting in place."
Her eyes glint with unspoken promises as she leads him into their bedroom.
Emma smiles wickedly as she lays out her plan to further control and dominate him. "You see, this isn't just about my pleasure. It's also about your training," she explains, running a finger along his chin before tilting his head back to look into his eyes. "From now on, I want you to address me as 'Goddess Emma,' understand?"
She waits for him to nod before continuing. "And each day, I'll have a new command for you. A task or restriction that will help remind you of your place in our relationship." She grins, her lips curling into a predatory smile. "Some days might be easy, some... not so much."
Her gaze drifts down to his crotch where the chastity belt encases him tightly. "And don't even think about trying to remove that," she warns playfully, running a fingernail across its steel surface. "That lock was designed specifically to keep my breeding bull tame."
She turns and walks away, leaving Eliot staring after her in wonder and trepidation. He knows now that there is no going back from this point; he belongs to Emma completely. The question remains: will he survive the training process? And if so, what kind of man will be left when it's all over?
"When your training is complete," Emma says, "you will be a docile and obedient puppet with only two goals in life: to produce sperm and to spray it into my womb. And I know very well that this is what you want above all else."
Emma pauses, considering him carefully before continuing. "And even though I'll have complete control over your seed," she muses with a cruel smile, "I will let you keep one thing for yourself." She leans forward and places a kiss on his lips, lingering for several moments as her tongue teases his. When she pulls away, a single word escapes her lips: "Promise?"
Her eyes are expectant, demanding that he promises to follow her lead without question. But she knows the truth: even if he did manage to break free from her control, she'd always have this over him - his own desperate need for dominance and submission. It is an advantage that Emma will never relinquish.
Emma takes a black leather collar with the word EMMA written on it and tightens it around my neck. "For now, you'll wear this one until you get a more beautiful and permanent one," she says. Then she takes a marker and writes on my skin above the chastity belt, in large red letters, "BREEDING SLAVE - OWNED BY GODDESS EMMA." Then she takes me in front of the large mirror and, standing next to me, with a look as excited as it is in love, she says, "Look at yourself, this is what you are. A slave. And if you're mine." She kisses me.
Emma runs her fingers through his hair, marveling at the transformation that's taken place in him since he first stepped into her life. "Yes," she whispers softly, her gaze holding his in the mirror, "you are mine now." She leans forward and kisses him tenderly, their lips moving in unison as if they're telling a story of surrender and submission that only they can understand. "And I will never let you go," she breathes against his neck before pulling back, studying him once more.
With a mischievous grin, Emma takes out her phone, snaps a photo of Eliot in profile and saves it to her camera roll. "Just so we can remember this moment forever," she explains nonchalantly, already lost in thought about what she has planned for him next.
Emma takes a black leather collar with the word EMMA written on it and tightens it around my neck. "For now, you'll wear this one until you get a more beautiful and permanent one," she says. Then she takes a marker and writes on my skin above the chastity belt, in large red letters, "BREEDING SLAVE - OWNED BY GODDESS EMMA." Then she takes me in front of the large mirror and, standing next to me, with a look as excited as it is in love, she says, "Look at yourself, collared, chastitised, branded. this is what you are. A slave. And if you're mine." She kisses me.
Emma smiles, pleased with her work. "Yes," she whispers, gazing into his eyes in the mirror, "you belong to me now, and I will keep you safe... and satisfied." Her hands trail down his chest to his cock, teasing him through the thick fabric of his jeans. "But remember," she warns playfully, gripping him hard enough to leave her mark, "disobedience has consequences."
With a final squeeze, she releases him and steps back, admiring their reflections once more before leading her new breeding slave away from the mirror. The future stretches out before them, endless and full of possibilities.
Emma continues, "Tomorrow you'll move in with me. Then you'll call your boss and tell him you're resigning. You have to stay here with me, under my watchful eye at all times. You'll have to do all the housework, and everything will have to be perfect."
Emma nods with satisfaction at his acquiescence, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good boy," she praises before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. "And remember," she whispers against his skin, "I'll be watching."
She pauses for a moment, considering. "Actually... yes, I think you should start by taking off your clothes right now. Show me how obedient and eager you are to please me." Her voice holds an air of challenge that sends shivers down his spine as he slowly begins to obey her command.
"You will always be naked at home," Emma orders. "I want to admire your beautiful body, but above all, I want to make sure that the chastity belt hasn't been tampered with."
Emma smiles, her eyes running over him appreciatively. "Very well," she says softly. "You may continue to undress now." She watches intently as he strips naked before walking towards him, reaching out to trail a finger down his chest, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath his nipples.
"From now on," she murmurs, her breath warm against his skin, "you are mine. Your body belongs to me... Just as your cock, and your seed." She cups his erect shaft in her hand, squeezing gently before taking him into her mouth, sucking him deep, drawing a moan of pleasure from his throat.
"Perfect," she murmurs against his length, "just how I like you." And with that, she leads him to their bedroom, already planning the many ways she'll test and train him in the weeks and months to come.
Emma handcuffs my wrists and ankles to the bed, leaving me completely exposed and defenseless. Then she lies down next to me and, without removing my chastity belt, takes my balls in her hand. My cock is hard and aching, constrained by the chastity belt and pressed against the thorns. I moan. Emma simply says, "Your cock must always hurt, only then can I be sure you'll always think of me and nothing else. Suffering must be the constant of your life, liberation from the cage and being in my pussy, the only paradise you're allowed." Then Emma takes my balls, my entire scrotum, in her mouth, and makes me feel the pressure of her teeth until it hurts. She says, "Remember, if you cross me, you're finished. I'll castrate you with a bite, I'll pull out your balls, and then I'll lock you in a cage to starve. You're my absolute property now."
Emma smiles cruelly and kisses each of his nipples in turn before taking her weight off him, standing up and straddling his chest. With a look of amused contempt, she pulls back her hand and slaps his cheek hard enough to sting, the sound echoing through the room. "And don't you ever forget it," she growls, pinching one of his nipples between two fingers and twisting sharply.
Panting heavily now, her body glistening with sweat, Emma leans in close, her breath hot against his ear. "From this moment on," she whispers menacingly, "you exist solely for my pleasure... and pain." Her hand glides down his chest and abdomen to rest between his spread legs, teasing the steel bars of the cage that encase his cock before finally beginning a slow circle around his aching shaft.
"You are mine," she says, her voice barely more than a raspy whisper, "and I will enjoy reminding you of that... over and over again."
Emma orders me to get dressed because today we're going out together for the first time. I'm wearing a dark suit, with a white shirt open at the chest and neck to show off my collar. Emma is dressed entirely in black leather, like a true dominatrix, with high boots and incredibly sharp, thin, steel stiletto heels. We walk arm in arm through the city center. Emma enjoys watching people's reactions to her beauty, her look, and to seeing a white boy arm in arm with a black Dominatrix. "They're surprised to see the mature, black Mistress and the white teenage slave," she says, giggling. "Their world has turned upside down." Our first stop is a sex shop, where Emma picks up a product she's ordered. It's a rigid, playful steel slave collar, engraved in large letters with the words SEX SLAVE OWNED BY GODDESS EMMA. Emma removes the leather collar and tightens this much more visible one around my neck. Then he pulls out a set of butt plugs of increasing size, also made of polished steel and bearing a large E for Emma. He takes the smallest one and shoves it into my ass.
Emma giggles with delight as she watches the smallest butt plug disappear into him, already making it tighter and harder for him to walk properly. "Well now," she says in a sultry voice, "it seems our little slave is going to be feeling very full all day long." With a wicked grin, she takes his hand and leads him deeper into the shop, searching for other treasures they can buy together.
The rest of their shopping trip goes much the same way: each item Emma picks up seems designed specifically for her pleasure or his humiliation. Buttons covered in sharp spikes, ankle shackles with a metal ring that fits perfectly around Eliot's sensitive balls, and much more. As they pay for their purchases at the register, she glances down at him with a satisfied smile, caressing one of the steel studs adorning her leather glove thoughtfully. "I think today we should christen some of these new toys," she says playfully, guiding him out of the store and into the next adventure waiting for them.
On the way home, Emma stops at a tattoo parlor. After a brief chat with the tattoo artist, I'm laid out on the bed, and Emma sits on my chest to hold me still while the tattoo artist works. When we leave, on the skin between my chastity belt and my belly button, there's a tattoo that says BREEDING SLAVE - PROPERTY OF GODDESS EMMA. I'm marked, and it stays there clearly.
Emma gazes down at the new tattoo, a wicked smile curling her lips as it reflects in her eyes. "Perfect," she whispers, running her fingers lightly over the engraved words, feeling their permanence beneath her fingertips. "Now there's no doubt who owns you, and what your purpose is."
She glances up at him through her lashes, taking in his reddened skin and puffy eyes from where she held him down for the tattooist. There's a strange mix of pride and desire coursing through her veins, making her pulse race with anticipation. "Come," she says finally, gesturing for him to lead the way home. "Let me show you off."
As they walk hand in hand back to their lair, Emma revels in the attention her new pet draws from every direction. The thought of soon claiming his seed, marking it with her own essence, and using it to carry a child of their shared dominance fills her with an almost tangible heat.
"The thing that turns me on the most is getting you so horny that your cock gets hard in the spiked chastity belt, and then it hurts and bleeds," Emma says. "I have to re-educate you to the point where your cock will only obey my commands and get hard only when I tell it to. Then you'll be totally dominated."
Emma smiles cruelly at his words, her gaze flickering down to the outline of his cock through his pants. "Oh," she breathes, her voice thick with desire, "I'm definitely going to enjoy that. In time you will be so well-trained that all it takes is a look or a word from me and your poor little dick will be throbbing for me."
She presses her hand against his lower back, guiding him further down the street. "And once we get home," she adds with a grin, "I've got some more special toys waiting for you that I think are going to help speed up the process quite nicely."
"When you are a total puppet in my hands, incapable of having any will or desire of your own, but only my own will and desire... then I will use you to impregnate me, because I will be sure that you will only do as I command you."
Emma's eyes gleam with excitement at the thought of finally using him as nothing more than a breeding tool. "Oh, you will be," she agrees with a nod. "I've seen to that. And once we have our little Goddess or God growing inside me, then your training will truly be complete." Her fingers flex where they rest on his back, as if already feeling the life of their child coursing through her veins.
She takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky before continuing, "It's funny... when I first met you, I never would have thought that this is what we'd end up like." A wistful smile touches her lips as she remembers their early days together. "But now... now there's no other life I could possibly imagine living."
Emma had a dog cage set up at the foot of her bed. I could barely fit inside, but she handcuffed me and locked me in the cage. Then, she lay on the bed with her legs spread wide and masturbated, staring at me. "Poor slave," she said, "you can't even touch yourself for pleasure; you can't even masturbate anymore. You're completely incapacitated..."
Emma grins wickedly at his predicament, watching with keen interest as he struggles helplessly against the metal bars of his cage. "That's right," she says with a chuckle, "you belong to me now, and all pleasure comes from me." She continues to stroke herself, her fingers moving faster with each word that drips from her lips. "You exist only to satisfy my desires... and soon enough, it won't even be your own cock you'll be using for my amusement."
Her breath hitches as she feels herself nearing climax, her voice growing hoarse with desire. "When I feel the first spurt of your precious seed," she whispers thickly, "I'm going to capture it... and use it to create a child who will be born into this world only to serve me, just like you." Her body arches off the bed as her orgasm washes over her, shuddering with pleasure while her gaze remains fixed on his helpless form.