She looked over at me with a stare I had never seen before. "Wanna have some fun tonight?" she asked. Usually it was I asking that question, knowing it would rarely lead to anything close. Mimicking her usual response I murmured "what do you wanna do?" and looked back down at my phone, expecting that to be the end of it.
"Make you my fucking bitch."
The words rang in my ear. I always asked her to do so, assuming she was not experienced enough to push me beyond my comfort level. The tone she took, however, caused a feeling of concern in the pit of my stomach. I shook it off and replied "yes mistress". She told me to strip, then to go to the shower and not return until I was hairless from the neck down. My chest, armpits and legs were easy. I struggled to get my back, but did the best I could. As I walked into the bedroom, she was holding a shiny belt. "I told you all the hair. I knew you'd forget the arms! On the bed. All fours. Now." I did as she commanded, and winced with each time the faux leather smacked my freshly shaved ass cheeks. The next thing I knew a plug was being forced into my hole, and I felt the single vibration pulse meaning it was on. She dressed me in a pink thong and matching bra. Next came the hosiery, a stick-on 'sissy slut' tattoo on my lower back, and a diamond necklace and choker. She completed the outfit with a tight belly shirt and mini skirt.
"There, we're getting somewhere! Now, fetch my make-up and bring me a drink!"
I did as she commanded and proceeded to sit in front of her as she dolled me up with extra mascara and blush until I looked like a common street whore. I looked in the mirror and did not recognize the slut looking back at me. She cuffed my wrists and ankles before proceeding to paint my nails a bright neon pink color. Before she released me, she took several pictures. "These will make for some fun later!" she commented.
"There, my little bitch. You look the part. Now it's time to act it! You actually got quite the spa day, but now it's my turn!"
I shaved her legs and intimates, then massaged her hands and feet before doing her nails a lovely purple color. This turned her on, and she commanded that I kiss her neck. She kept pushing my head down until I was eating her voluptuous pussy. She usually wasn't aroused when I was dressed up, but somehow I feared she was beginning to realize how much control she could actually hold over me. After she came, she told me I could have 10 strokes to try and make myself cum. Needless to say I failed. It was then she revealed the remote to my plug, and set it to low. Oh how horny I was! I had to spend the next hour like that while I prepared her dinner. Occasionally she would mess with the remote then take a picture of me mid groan.
After dinner, she made me massage her back and neck. I really didn't mind, and was actually beginning to enjoy myself. Knowing I caused her pleasure was bringing me pleasure as well. She produced a dildo, and began to masturbate with me still behind her. "Mmm this is bigger, but I think I like yours more, slut. Fill me up." I had no hesitation as I laid her back, ensuring she was comfortable. As I slowly entered her, I felt the plug pick up tempo. Between that and her dripping wet cunt, it was only a few minuted before I came harder than I ever had in my life. I believe she did too, as I felt a stream of cum splash up on my stomach as I removed my still-hard cock. As I rolled over to lay down she asked me to bring her a drink. "Sure, in a second" I replied. *SMACK* square on my ass. "I wasn't asking bitch! If you think we're done just because you came, well... You've got another thing cummin'!"
I did as she commanded and brought her a Pepsi. I chuckled as I remembered the line from that 90s punk song. As she recovered, the clock neared midnight. "Ok, you have two choices, bitch. You're getting seen either way!" Fear filled my heart. I always fantasized about being exposed, but the realistic prospect brought an entirely different feeling. "Either I film me pegging your little asshole and upload everything I filmed tonight to your accounts, or you go get in the car."
I hesitated, but asked "to where?"
"I don't have to tell you at all. I don't have to even give you a choice. You are mine, and will remain that way for the rest of your life. However it is more fun this way."
I contemplated what she said. How I had asked for this never expecting it to happen. Did I like it? Did I not? There were so many feelings. "Where did you want to go?" I asked again.
"Oh, I was thinking we could get you a cage to lock up that little cock when I'm not using it. Plus I know a great walk in tattoo/piercing parlor open 24/7. How do you feel about making that stick on a bit more permanent? Maybe a shiny pink belly button ring? Bahaha!"
My heart dropped. Either be exposed online for potentially everyone to see for all of time, or to be publicly humiliated and possibly permanently marked as a slut, or whatever crazy ideas were in her head. Following my true nature, I decided to flip a coin. Heads I would get in the car. Tails I would remain at home and take my chances on the internet. As the coin flipped in the air it was as if my life flashed before my eyes. Each flip a year of hiding from my innermost desires. Each turn a moment in time I became something someone else wanted. Was I doing that now? I pondered upon the thought for what seemed like an eternity. "No." I finally realized I wad happiest when I was making her happy. I was content. As the coin landed in my hand I instinctually flipped it over onto my palm. The moment of truth. I heard her chuckle as I removed my hand to reveal it had landed on.....