It was a hot and humid southern summer evening. One of those nights where you step outside and you are instantly soaked in sweat. Clothes clung to your body, but on this particular night, it was not the heat that brought discomfort. It was Joe dominating and training his new sex slave.
Joe had met a beautiful woman at the grocery store. Freya was new to the South; her husband was in the military, and they had recently been stationed there. It was a chance encounter at the local store that quickly turned into something more. They would text and call frequently throughout the day. Freya confided in Joe that her husband, despite his position of leadership in the military, was very subservient in the bedroom, and she dreamed of having a strong man dominate and own her. Their texts and discussions got deeper and more intimate each passing day. Joe would often push her boundaries, only to pull back a bit each time, pressing a bit further past her comfort zone.
On this particular day, Joe sent her a text that said, “How badly do you want to be owned?”
She quickly replied, “Desperately, it is all I think about as I lie in bed at night."
Joe tapped away on his phone and hit send. On the other end, Freya’s heart bounded in her chest, waiting to see what his response would be. She glanced over to ensure her husband was still asleep, and she opened the message. Joe’s reply caused an aching deep in her core as she read his response.
It said, “Then let us begin your training to be my sex slave. However, you will need to do everything I tell you or ask without question. Are you willing and capable of doing this?”
She began her response to him quietly and quickly. To her surprise, the mere mention of being completely obedient caused her pussy to get wet and start to run down inside of her thighs. She tapped away on her phone in the dark room. The glow from the phone lit up her face, and you could see the need and want in her eyes as she hit send.
It said, “Yes, I can do that, and this is what I have been needing. When do we start?”
Joe replied, “We just did. Now I need to see your commitment to this. Pull up your shirt to expose your tits while you slide a finger in your pussy. I know you are already wet thinking about me. Then take a picture, but make sure you get your husband in it.”
She read his reply, and her pussy started to leak even more. The wet spot in her panties grew and had leaked down the crack of her ass. She glanced over at her timid husband as she repositioned herself. She slid her shirt up and exposed her beautiful D-cup breasts and flat, toned stomach. She proceeded to slide her panties over her hips and ass. With one hand, she held her phone, trying to get the right angle as she slid her middle finger deep into her sopping wet cunt. The excitement of Joe wanting to make her his sex slave, combined with the task of taking the picture, had her on the verge of exploding. She snapped the picture and quickly hit send right as her husband stirred.
He mumbled something, and she said, “Just go back to sleep.”
Freya was overly excited by the risk and the need to complete the task. She dropped her phone and started to rub her clit as she slid her finger in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She moaned as her chest heaved up and down. Her breathing was labored, and she started to quake. She bit down on her pillow to stifle the screams that accompanied her body-shaking orgasm. As it subsided, she reached for her phone. Under the glow of the screen, you could see how flushed her face had gotten. She read the text that Joe sent.
It said, “That’s a lovely start. Now get some sleep. We will continue this tomorrow.”
Freya shut off her phone, rolled away from her husband, and drifted off to sleep. Joe, on the other hand, had yet to sleep. His screen was lit up with the picture Freya had sent as he stroked his thick, hard cock. He was also overly excited about what had just transpired. He stroked his cock a few more times until he erupted, spewing stream after stream of his cum into the air as it came to rest on his stomach.
He lay there and thought, “I hope her husband leaves soon for training because I want to devour her all night.”
Joe wiped the cum from his stomach with a towel before drifting off to sleep. When he woke the next morning, he picked up his phone and saw a message from Freya.
It said, “What do you have for me today, master?”
Joe was happy with how willing and engaged she was with their new arrangement. He quickly texted her back. Freya waited impatiently for his reply. Her heart pounded, and her nipples strained against her black silk bra. She opened the message, and her eyes lit up as she read it.
It said, “My pet, today you will go about your normal routine, but you will not wear any panties. Every hour on the hour, you will rub your clit just enough to get your pussy juices flowing, but you are not to orgasm. If you come close, you must back off. You are only allowed to orgasm from this point forward when I allow it."
She replied, “Whatever you desire and order me to do, master, I will obey.”
Joe grinned when he read her message and thought, “I should up the ante a bit.”
He sent her another message that said, “At 7 pm sharp, you will meet me in the parking lot at the store we first met at.”
As she read the message, her face became flushed, and her clit throbbed. She went about her day, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything because she kept glancing at her phone to make sure she was obeying her new master. Being very obedient, Freya went and rubbed her clit every hour as the day progressed; she could feel her juices running down her thighs. By 7 pm, when she pulled into the parking lot at the store, she met this man who had turned her world upside down. Her clit throbbed, and her juices had not stopped flowing all day. She knew she couldn’t withstand much more. She was on fire and on the verge of exploding.
Her phone lit up with a message from her new master. As she read it, a big smile crept across her face.
It said, “Get out of your car, sit on the hood, raise your dress to your thighs, spread your legs, and rub your clit. I am sitting directly across from you. I want you to make yourself cum for me and whoever else is watching.”
Freya quickly exited her car and perched on the hood. She could feel the heat that radiated up from the hood through her dress. The sensation just intensified her need to cum. She looked around, but she could not see her master.
Her phone chimed with a message that said, “What are you waiting for? And you look very fuckable in that little summer dress."
She slid her finger between her thighs and did as her master commanded. She swirled her finger around her engorged clit. Her heartbeat raced with excitement from the risk of the task. Due to the stimulation all day, it only took a few minutes before she threw her head back while biting down on her lip as she exploded into orgasmic bliss. She twitched and shook as orgasm after orgasm tore through her. As she finally came down from her mind-altering orgasm, her phone chimed.
Joe messaged, “That was amazing, pet. You pleased me so that you will be rewarded. When you get home, I want you to make your husband watch you pleasure yourself again. However, he is not allowed to touch you.”
Freya felt a deep yearning, wishing it was Joe who was going to pleasure her, not her wimp of a husband watching her. Freya knew the rules and hoped the act of obedience would be enough to complete this task. When she arrived home, her husband was waiting for her. He told her he was leaving for a week of training in Georgia tomorrow. Freya could barely control her excitement after hearing this news. She followed Joe’s instructions and made her husband watch as she pleasured herself. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Just a few strokes of her clit were enough to send her over the edge.
She questioned herself, “Was it all the edging today, or was it the news that her husband was leaving that set her ablaze?”
As Joe predicted, her husband tried to touch her, but Freya, being loyal and obedient, quickly rebuked his advances. Freya was alive with excitement, counting down the minutes until her husband fell asleep. She couldn’t wait to tell her master the good news about her husband leaving. She pretended to scroll through social media as her husband began to snore. She quickly sent a message to Joe.
He was at home, sipping his scotch on the rocks, when his phone vibrated. He picked it up and read the message.
He thought to himself, “Finally, I get to claim and devour this goddess-like creature.”
He sent her a message that said, “Tomorrow night, my place. You will arrive in a green summer dress with no panties or bra.”
Freya replied with a few emojis: a heart, a devil, and a tongue-out wink. She could not stay focused the rest of the night and through the next day. Joe, on the other hand, carefully made preparations for her arrival. When Freya turned down the dirt road towards Joe’s house, her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel a yearning deep in the pit of her stomach. When she stepped out of her car in her summer dress, she could feel the stickiness and moisture on her skin from the southern summer humidity.
She approached the large screened back porch as Joe stepped out the door. Her heart fluttered as he flashed a mischievous smile. She entered the screened-in back porch and was pleasantly surprised by the coolness that the fans and misting system provided.
Joe said, “Stop, pet. Before you come any further, are you 100% positive this is what you want?”
She remembered all the excitement from his tasks and how the mere mention of being owned made her pussy moist with desire.
She said, “Yes, master, desperately."
Joe said, “Take off your dress.”
She slowly and seductively slid her dress up over her head and tossed it on one of the wooden rocking chairs on the back porch. She stood there with her best fuck-me eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip.
For the first time, he admired this beauty as nature had intended it. She stood just shy of 5 feet 4 inches tall, with strong Norse features that matched her name. Her hair was a golden hue like wheat right before harvest, and she had beautiful D-cup tits with silver dollar-sized areolas and eraser-sized nipples. A flat, toned stomach that gave way to shapely hips and a nice, round, firm ass. Shapely legs with a slight thigh gap, giving a glimpse of her hairless pussy. She shifted her weight back and forth as he took in every inch of her unblemished flesh.
Joe looked into her eyes and said, “Get on your knees and crawl to me.”
She quickly dropped to her knees and crawled across the screened-in porch until she was directly in front of him. Eye level with his crotch, she yearned to touch his cock.
He said, “Take my cock out.”
Freya felt a tightness in her chest, and her hands shook, and her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his cotton khaki pants. For the first time, she was nervous because she had not seen another man’s cock since her marriage. He felt his cock throb and strain against his pants as she continued to undo the buttons. As she freed his cock, it sprang free, coming to rest inches from her face.
Freya gasped and said, “Oh, my, your cock is much bigger than my husband’s.”
She wrapped her hands around his cock and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock, sweeping away the precum that formed on the tip. Joe pushed her back, which forced her to release his cock. She was in utter shock; no man had ever denied her before. That in and of itself had her loins on fire.
He said, “This is not just about sex; it is about control. Stay on your knees until I say you can move.”
He stepped inside while she remained on her knees. The porch decking had started to dig into her knees. She shifted her body to relieve some discomfort. When he returned, he brought back a bag, which he placed next to him as he sat down in the rocking chair. He motioned for her to crawl towards him. Despite the pain in her knees, she made her way over to the chair.
Joe looked deep into her eyes as if he was staring into her soul and said, “Are you positive this is what you want? You understand that you are surrendering your sexual pleasure to me. That means I control when, how, where, and with whom you are allowed to give or receive sexual release. This includes your husband.”
Freya placed her hands on his thighs and leaned in just a bit and said, “Yes, I am positive. Please make me your pet to do what you please with me.”
He reached into the bag and retrieved two items. He held them both out for her to see. The first was a black leather collar about an inch wide, with no padding, and a metal O-ring on the front. Freya’s eyes lit up, and she felt her pussy become moist at the thought of being collared.
He said, “Lean forward.”
He placed the collar around her neck. Once he secured it, he leaned down and, for the first time, kissed her deep and passionately. Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths.
He said, “You are to wear this collar anytime we are together in private, and when you are not with me, you are to wear this.”
He held out a sterling silver choker necklace, and, like the other collar, it had an O-ring on the front, but this one had a small skull-and-crossbones pendant hanging from it.
He said, “When you are out in public or away from me, you will wear this choker. You must not ever take it off, unless I am switching your collars.”
Freya admired the beautiful choker as she nodded in compliance. Joe pulled his hard, throbbing cock from his pants. The bulbous head glistened in the dim light from the precum. She stared and licked her lips as he gave his thick cock a couple of strokes.
He looked into her eyes and said, “Pet, it’s not going to suck itself.”
She quickly wrapped her hands around his thick, hard cock as she slid the head of his cock into her mouth. She felt it stretch her mouth as she began to cram more into her mouth. Joe wrapped his hands in her hair as he began lowering her head further down his cock. He started to thrust into her mouth harder and faster. Her eyes watered; she coughed and choked every time his cock slid into her throat.
Freya moaned and was shocked at how hard her nipples were getting. Her pussy was drenched, and her juices flowed down her thighs. She was surprised how this was affecting her because she had never had anyone use her for their pleasure. He thrust and held her down longer on his cock buried in her throat. She gagged, drooled, and her eyes watered as she choked on her new master’s big cock. He continued to punish her mouth as their bodies became coated in a sheen of sweat from the humid southern summer. The only sound was the sloshing, gurgling, and labored breathing as he fucked her face.
Joe slid his cock from her mouth as she coughed and drooled down her chest. He pulled her to her feet by her hair as she stood up. He spun her around and bent her over the chair as he slapped her ass so hard it echoed across the property. She yelped in pleasure as he slid the head of his over-engorged cock along her dripping wet cunt. He slapped her ass again and again, causing it to ripple from the impact of his large, calloused hand. She yelped in pain and pleasure with each strike. On the final slap, he drove his cock into her cunt.
She yelled, “Fuck, master, you’re so big it’s not all going to fit.”
He slapped her ass again and pulled her by her collar as he sank more of his cock into her married pussy. He began to thrust and slap her ass, as her cunt pulsated and rippled on his cock. She screamed, panted, and moaned in pleasure. Joe continued his rough assault on her tight pussy. Freya was fighting the urge to cum. She begged and pleaded for Master to let her cum.
He just said, “Not just yet, pet.”
He drove his over-engorged hard cock into her as he slid a thumb into her ass. She erupted into a series of pleas for him to let her cum. He just slammed his cock harder and harder into her quivering pussy. As he slid his thumb in and out of her ass. She begged over and over to be allowed to cum. Joe felt her legs shake and pussy start to clench around his cock.
He said, “Now, pet, cum on my thick, hard cock.”
She erupted into a series of orgasms as she screamed, “Holy fuck, master.”
As orgasmic bliss ripped through her body in waves. He felt her cunt clench over and over around his cock as he drove a second finger into her ass. She yelped in pure pleasure as she came all over his hard, throbbing cock. Her legs shook so hard she collapsed to her knees, pulling his cock and fingers from her. She panted on her knees as her large D-cup tits rose and fell, and her juices dripped from her destroyed cunt.
Joe said, “We are not done yet, pet. I am going to claim that round tight ass. From this point forward, my cock will be the only cock to fuck your ass.”
She shook her head in compliance as he helped her back to her knees. He split her ass cheeks with his iron-hard cock. He thrust hard, feeling resistance until it gave way, and buried his large, thick cock into her ass.
She screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure as his cock started to slide in and out of her vise-like ass. Stroke after stroke, he came closer and closer to exploding.
She screamed, “Fuck my ass harder, master. Claim my tight ass; it belongs to you. Fuck me harder.”
Her pleas drove him past the point of no return as his balls tightened and his cock swelled. He drove harder and faster as he exploded stream after stream of cum deep into her. She felt his cum shoot deep in her ass, which caused her to erupt in another series of mind-numbing orgasms. He pumped over and over until his balls were drained and his cock slipped from her ass. They both panted, covered in sweat, and sat on the back porch.
When they came back to reality, they locked eyes, and he said, “You are owned and collared, my beautiful pet.”
When the week ended, Freya had been fucked, licked, and pleasured in every possible way. Some were gentle and caring; some were rough and pain-inflicting. Freya could barely sit as she drove home from all the fucking. She walked in, and her husband droned on about his training, but all she could do was run her fingers across her sterling silver choker as she replayed every minute of her week being dominated and collared.
