Ends and Beginnings Pt. 01

I woke up early, probably because the couch I was on did not lend itself well to comfortable sleeping. I lay there, staring at the ceiling as it slowly grew brighter with morning sunlight, wondering what was next for me. The day before, on that very couch, I had broken up with my girlfriend Marie. After around three years our relationship had been on the rocks for a while. Nothing dramatic, just the usual boredom and falling out love. For her it seemed that mediocre love was preferable to loneliness, I disagreed. So I had broken my decision to her yesterday afternoon. We spent some time talking about it, she cried a lot and while she tried to get me to change my mind, I had remained firm and she eventually gave up. Offering to sleep on the couch seemed only fair, considering I had just dealt her such a blow.

Given the state we'd left things in yesterday, I was somewhat surprised to see her up quite early, and I felt a sinking in my stomach as I saw the resolute expression on her face as she came out into the living room. Perhaps I had been hasty in thinking that she had surrendered.

"Good morning," I said, still hoping I was wrong.

"Alex, we need to talk," she said, confirming that I was, in fact, not wrong.

"Look, Mari--"

"I know, you don't want to be with me anymore," she held up a hand, cutting me off, "But I'm not willing to give up. Please, just talk to me."

I sighed as I sat up, setting my feet on the floor. Her voice was not steady, but her eyes did not waver. It was going to be a long Sunday.

"Alright," I said, resigned, "Sit down and let's talk."

I was absolutely confident there was nothing she could say that would sway me. I take a long time to make decisions like this one, but I am rarely moved once I've settled on a course. I shifted to make room on the couch, but she sat on the floor before me, cross-legged.

"So, I feel I was pretty clear yesterday and nothing has changed for me. What is it you want to say?"

She took a deep breath.

"I want you to tell me what I can do to make you change your mind. I know that --" she gave me a smirk as she tried to think of how I would phrase this, "-- I know my position is weak here. You want freedom and I can't stop you. But that's why... that's why I'm willing to change, to be the one that gives something up. Just tell me what I need to do to keep you."

I was silent for a moment as I considered her words. She was right, I was the one who wanted to end the relationship. I had thought she was unhappy as well, but perhaps I had underestimated her fear of being alone. She had often joked that if we broke up, she would probably die alone, maybe it wasn't as much of a joke as I thought.

"Marie... Obviously I still care about you a lot and I hope that we can remain friends. But offering to change yourself is not a good idea. That sort of thing never works out long term, true colors always show through."

"Always? Aren't you the big willpower guy? Didn't you tell me that people can do incredible things if they want something enough? I'm telling you now, I -- I want you enough. There has to be something, anything, I could do to make you take me back. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. Are you really telling me there's nothing in the world that could change your mind?"

Looking down at her, wavy red hair framing her pale face, I had to hide a smile behind my hand. I guess after several years she certainly knew me, that was a pretty good argument to use on me. I decided to give her proposition some serious thought, our years together had earned her at least that much. Was there anything she could do that would change my mind? My eyes stared off into space, as though I might find an answer on an invisible horizon. I had, of course, already considered whether there was any path forward in the relationship before deciding to end it, but that was when I had assumed she would meekly accept my decision. I have always had the problem of being a bit too honest and perhaps too thorough. Of course there was something she could do that would change my mind, something that was technically within the realm of what a human could do, but completely outside of actual possibility. My face must have betrayed my thoughts because she instantly perked up, leaning forward a bit.

"There is something! Tell me what it is, please! Anything!"

"There is nothing that you would actually want to do, Marie." Problematic honesty.

"You don't know that! Just say it, who knows what'll happen? What could I do?"

I sighed again, closed my eyes for a moment as I decided if I wanted to go through with this. Now that she realized there was a way forward, she would never give it up. I straightened my back, hardened my voice and opened my eyes.

"You can get on your knees and beg. You can say that you'll do anything I want, forever. That you'll never refuse me. That you'll cease being an independent person and become my obedient pet."

When someone asks you for something you don't want to give them, you can of course just refuse. In my opinion though that leaves up the possibility of being convinced. It's better to just ask for something absolutely ridiculous. Something that no one would ever be willing to give, it sounds crazy now but later she would--

"Okay."

I blinked, looking down at her.

"Okay? Okay what?" I asked, incredulous.

"I'll do it. I'll... do all that stuff you said."

I admit, I had not expected this.

"I don't mean for an hour, or a day. I mean forever."

Light BDSM had been an occasional, sporadic theme for us. She would get into the idea, we would try some things, we would buy some equipment or learn some techniques but then it would fade. She always lost interest in it just as I was getting into it.

"I know," she said, "Forever is exactly what I want. If this is what I have to give up to stay with you, then that's what I'll do."

For such a timid girl, she could sure put on a determined face when she wanted to. Still, this turn of events was unexpected to the point of being unbelievable to me. I supposed there were two possibilities. The absurd: that she would follow through. The more likely: that she would keep this up until she inevitably got sick of it. Thinking about these possibilities, I decided I might as well take her up on it. Even if she backed out later, at least she would be much more willing to separate, and maybe I could have some fun in the meantime.

"Well then, I'm waiting," I looked down at her doubtfully, daring her to follow through.

She took a moment to catch my meaning before shifting to her knees. After taking a breath to gather her thoughts she spoke.

"I beg you, please let me stay with you. If you do, I'll do anything you want. I'll never refuse you. My body, my mind, my whole life will be your plaything. Just please, please don't leave me."

I was impressed. Her voice had none of the coy seductiveness that says someone is playing at submission. She sounded serious. I still didn't believe her, but I believed that she thought she was serious.

"Fine," I said, keeping a harsh tone of voice, "Understand, this isn't going to be a mild thing. From now on I'll treat you however I want, talk to you however I want, use you however and whenever I want. Your limits are whatever I say they are. Obviously we're mainly thinking about sex here, but this will extend to the rest of your life too. You aren't my submissive girlfriend, you're my bitch and I'm your master. Do you accept?"

"Yes," she said meekly, eyes downcast.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Master, I accept."

As much as I thought I was calling her bluff, I could feel myself hardening. I've always been a sucker for a girl calling me Master. Time to get to the fun stuff then. I had already decided, if we were going to do it I was going to go all the way. I win no matter what happens, so there's no point in half-assing.

"Take off all your clothes."

She stood up and started moving towards the open window, our living room looked out onto the rest of the apartment complex. It wasn't a hugely busy place and there was a big tree right in front, but still people walked by occasionally.

"I didn't say to close the window. I said to strip."

She stopped in her tracks. A shy girl, she barely liked letting me see her naked let alone strangers. She turned back, ready to protest, but shut her mouth when she saw the smug look on my face. Giving up so soon? She made a face and walked back to stand in front of me, removing each piece of clothing and dropping them on the floor. When she was done she nearly glared down at me, oddly victorious despite standing there naked at my command. Her body was pale and had a fair amount more weight than was strictly necessary. Her large breasts were definitely her most impressive attribute, though I was quite partial to her behind as well.

"Good. In the future, simply follow my commands. If I want you to do something, I'll order you to do it. Now, turn your back to me and get on your knees."

This time she complied more readily, kneeling down again so that her back was towards me.

"Spread your legs and lean forward so that your face is on the floor."

After a moment she scooted back a bit to give her enough room, before tilting forward and laying her face against the carpet. Her ass was naturally raised up in the air, her pussy on full display for me.

"Now show me your pussy. Spread the lips for me."

Without hesitation she reached underneath her and used two fingers to give me an even better view.

After admiring her for a moment, I stood up and wordlessly walked to the bedroom where I retrieved a few toys. As I returned to the living room I saw she was still on the ground, but had dropped her hand and lifted her head to look after me. Raising an eyebrow, I stalked over, setting my goodies on the couch before landing a hard smack on her ass. She gave a little yelp of pain and shock.

"I don't recall telling you to move."

"Sorry, Master," she said, before putting her head back on the floor and spreading her pussy again.

"That's better. Now, we're going to go over some of the new rules that you're going to live by. As I said before, you will follow every command I give you and you will not do anything that I do not order you to do."

As I spoke I moved back to the couch and sorted through the things I had brought.

"Next, you will never speak unless it is in response to something I have said to you. Also you will acknowledge my orders with 'Yes, Master.' Obviously if there is anything extremely important that you feel I should know, you may speak it. Is this clear?"

Having retrieved the smallest of the buttplugs we owned, I crouched behind her.

"Yes, Master."

I applied a liberal amount of lubrication to the buttplug before inserting it into her asshole. I went slowly, but maybe not as slowly as I had in the past, the few times we had used these. She gasped in shock and perhaps pain, putting a hand back as though to stop me.

"Ah! That hur-"

Again I smacked her ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. This time her yelp was louder.

"We literally just went over this one. You do not speak unless spoken to. I did not ask if it hurts, and I don't care. If you want it to hurt less, shut your mouth and focus on relaxing your asshole."

As I continued steadily pushing in the plug, she whimpered but said no more, apparently taking my advice. To my surprise and pleasure, she even remembered to move her hand back to its original position at her pussy. The plug finally slid in the rest of the way until only the flared end was visible between her butt cheeks. I took a moment to admire my handiwork, running my hands across her ass, squeezing it, before standing up again. I noticed my pants were getting quite uncomfortable at this point, so I went ahead and stripped.

"Now, clearly a couple smacks are not enough of a punishment for your earlier transgression. So, I'm going to punish you further, but at the same time I will give you an opportunity to prove that you have learned your lesson. The better you convince me, the less punishment there will be. I'm going to strike you ten times and while I expect you to flinch, you will not change your overall position. Keep your knees where they are, keep your face on the ground, keep your hand at your pussy. In addition after each strike, you will say 'I am your bitch, Master.' Any time you fail to obey this, I will add one more strike to the count. Am I understood?"

"...Yes, Master."

Hesitant, but good enough for now. I was a little surprised at how much this was turning me on. I had thought myself free of any anger or resentment towards her, but I could not deny the burst of arousal and satisfaction I felt at each of her pained yelps.

Further musings were put on hold though, as I brought the leather tails of a flogger down on her butt. The first one was not very hard, but she still whimpered.

"I... I am your bitch, Master."

I could not stop a grin from appearing on my face as I heard this woman I had just abused debase herself before me.

Again I brought down the flogger, this time on her other cheek and a bit harder. More ready for it, she clenched her mouth and did not make a noise.

"I am your bitch, Master!"

My cock was almost painfully hard now, I desperately wanted to come, but I would not cut this short. Another crack across her ass.

"I am your bitch, Master!"

Though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the tears in her voice, and I found they spurred me on. This time I struck at an angle, towards her thigh.

"Ow fuck! I am your bitch, Master!"

A momentary pause as I considered what she had said and allowed her to realize her mistake. Luckily for her she did not say anything else. I repeated the strike on her other side.

"I am your bitch, Master!"

What a good girl, I found myself thinking, she's right back on track. Her ass was beginning to turn completely pink with a few spots of red. Now I began to strike in earnest, not hard enough to seriously bruise but keeping up a steady rhythm, giving her barely enough time to respond.

Smack!

"I am your bitch, Master!"

Smack!

"I am your bitch, Master!"

Smack!

"I am your bitch, Master!"

Smack!

"I am your bitch, Master!"

I was amazed at her determination. As I shifted position, standing more off to the side of her, I could see tears streaming down her face. Her ass was fully red, darker lines from the flogger streaking it. I held the flogger out of her line of sight, and rotated it in the air as though I was winding up for a strike. I saw her shut her eyes tight as she heard the tails whirling through the air. This time I struck, quite gently, at her pussy. She yelped again, more in surprise than pain but after a moment's pause she spoke.

"I-I am your bitch, Master."

"Good girl," I said, genuinely pleased and impressed, "Just the one extra strike left for your mistake."

I brought the flogger down in a glancing blow across both cheeks. A strike that wouldn't hurt too much usually, but painful for an ass already raw. She arched her back and spoke through clenched teeth.

"I am your bitch, Master."

Satisfied, I spread a towel on the couch and sat down, again admiring the reddened behind of this woman. As though catching a glimpse of the sky while deep underwater, the reality of the situation started to hit me a little bit. This time yesterday morning I had had breakfast with this woman. Now she was on the ground before me and I was treating her like my toy.

"So, my pet, how do you feel about the choices you've made? Is this kind of life something you can accept?"

She answered without changing position, her voice trembled.

"Yes, Master. I... I am sorry for my failure, but I am happy to be your bitch."

For the first time, I almost believed she meant it. That she'd do this forever. But that thought was quickly banished, surely she'd come to her senses shortly. In fact, maybe very soon indeed.

"Good. Then come over here and kneel before me."

As she crawled over to me, I could see in her eyes that she knew what was coming next. I have always loved receiving oral sex, and while she was pretty good at it, she had never particularly enjoyed giving it to me. During our relationship a blowjob had been a very rare treat for me, so of course I was going to take full advantage of her newfound submission.

First though, there was one thing missing. From the pile of toys I had brought out I picked up a simple black leather collar. Seeing me take it up, she wordlessly moved her hair out of the way and lifted her chin while I fastened it.

I settled back into the couch some, pushing my hips out to give her better access to my cock.

"Start by licking my balls."

She moved eagerly to run her tongue over my balls, perhaps hoping to avoid further punishment. She was actually quite thorough, licking every inch and even the base closer to my ass.

"Now, I want you to hold my cock in your hands and rub your face against it. I intend to use you in many ways, but your primary purpose in life now is the service and pleasure of this cock. Show me how much you love it, prove that your devotion makes you worth my time."

For a moment she was unsure, this was not something we'd done before. She tentatively did just as I said, cradling my shaft in her hands and rubbing her cheek against. When she saw my obvious pleasure, she grew more confident, running her cheeks, her forehead, her lips and even her closed eyes across my cock. An urgency developed in her movements, as though she was taking my admonition to prove herself quite seriously.

Enjoying her performance I leaned forward to grope her large breasts, teasing her nipples a little. Other than readjusting to give me better access to her chest, she continued without pause.

"I am pleased, my pet. Now, take my cock into your mouth and suck me off."

Immediately she complied, her lips sliding over the head she took me to about halfway, which is her limit. Well, it is for now at least. A soft moan of pleasure escaped me as she began to bob her head up and down. I wove the fingers of one hand through her hair and just rested it there, enjoying the feeling of finally getting my dick wet after this buildup. It had been quite some time since we'd last had sex, and even longer since she'd let me in her mouth. I could feel the orgasm building rapidly. Rather than try to prolong it through, I decided I'd lean into it. Either there would be plenty of time for more later, or I should get my kicks in while I could.

"I'm going to come in your mouth, slut. When I do, you're going to swallow it all and you're not going to struggle or try to recoil."

She tried to pull back, perhaps to protest or perhaps to acknowledge my order, but I tightened my grip on her hair. Now I controlled her head, pushing her down further and pulling her back up at my own pace. I felt my cock head bump the back of her throat as the heat of orgasm built within me. Finally, I came, both hands clasping her head and forcing her down as I shot my load down her throat. She did, in fact, struggle a bit, but not enough to disrupt my pleasure. When I was done I released her and sat back again as she came up for air. She gasped for breath, her hair all messed up, her eyes bloodshot, her face flushed and covered in drool and sweat. I thought I'd never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Good girl, I enjoyed that very much," I caught the hint of a pleased smile on her face as I praised her, "Now come put my cock back in your mouth and suck it very gently."

Few things are so relaxing as laying naked on a comfortable couch while a woman softly sucks the last bits of cum out of your dick. As I lay there enjoying her, I felt a sense of expectation as I realized I was waiting for reality to come crashing back. Of course you can't just do this sort of thing. People you broke up with do not just agree to be your possession. This had to be a dream or a momentary lapse of sanity on both our parts. Yet as I sat there waiting, no such change occurred. She just kept gently moving her head back and forth across my softening cock and when she looked up at me I did not see any realization or awakening in her expression. Instead, her eyes were glazed over as though in a trance, her face slack and relaxed. Nothing to do but keep it up then.