Like all good intentions, it started with what I thought was a good idea. At the time, I was living with a gorgeous girl named Lisa. A Jennifer Love Hewitt look-alike, except Lisa is sexier. Although kind of short, Lisa has curves that entice, legs that stun, and an ass to die for. It was probably the ass that did me in.
Our love life was active, if not repetitious. For myself, I couldn't get enough of the lovely Lisa and her equally scrumptious body. She is one those women who were made for sex, sultry and sexy, with a wicked undertone of sensuality, like Carmen Electra. But, like the rich man who always wanted to get richer, I wasn't content with just the status quo, I wanted more.
I'm kind of an anomaly as a man. Although I appear to be a rather macho-type, deep down in the recesses of my psyche, there is a definite and pronounced longing to submit to a beautiful and haughty female. Where this masochistic streak comes from I don't know. Bringing it to the surface is usually a relationship killer so I've been battling with suppressing it all my life.
Fortunately for my fantasy life, Lisa is fairly imaginative and went along with most of my role-playing games, but I was careful not to cross the line into an arena where she might think less of me, although there were many times I wanted to. Having been smitten by her incredible beauty, I didn't want to chance losing her by revealing some of my perverted sides.
Sadly, my life started to unravel after I had one of my brilliant ideas.
Thinking I could sample my need for servitude by creating a fantasy scenario, I left early one Saturday after informing Lisa that we were about to embark on a new game.
She perked up at once, having learned that every time she joined in one of my sexual games she was rewarded by a number of expensive gifts. And there seemed to be a part of her that had fun too. Anticipating another shopping trip, she awaited my instructions.
I never left the parking lot. From my car I phoned her. Surprised at the quick jump into the game, Lisa was caught off-guard. Not wasting any time, I informed her that I was sending someone over to help her get ready for a night out on the town. After she was ready, an expensive dinner would be followed by a night of love-making bliss that would knock her socks off.
"What do you mean, you're sending someone over?" The tone of her voice relayed her suspicions. I was entering a dangerous area. More than once I had included suggestions of adding other men in our bouts in bed, although to date, they were only fantasies. So far, Lisa believed in a monogamous relationship and I had been rejected with her even entertaining the possibility of being with another man, even if it was only verbally.
"Don't worry; he won't do anything you don't want. In fact, his equipment is off-limits, he understands that."
"What does that mean?" Her tone was still very suspicious. I was treading on thin ground, but my need to travel down this dangerous road overcame all sense of caution.
"He's there as a servant, just a lowly servant—to help you get ready. He's going to take you shopping, pay for some rather nice and expensive gifts, and then prepare you for my night."
From the pause, I could tell that she was hesitant about the game. She must be weighing the prospect of gifts against whatever perversion I was conjuring up. "I don't know what you mean about preparing me. What, exactly, is he going to do?"
"Anything you want. The only rule is that he can't use his rather insignificant tool. In fact, he can't even bring it out. I told him to bathe you, massage you, powder you, and dress you. He's to get you worked up for an incredible fuck later tonight. You can have him do anything you want except put his thing in you."
There was a significant pause. My heart raced and I wondered if I had gone too far.
"I'm still not sure about this. Why would anyone go along with this?"
"He does it because I told him to. He does anything I ask."
"He does? Why?"
"It's just the way it is. We can get into that later. Right now, think of him as a servant, in fact, treat him like you would a servant. He expects to be ordered around, even mistreated. Make him do whatever you feel like. The important thing is that I want you so hot and ready for this evening that you'll do whatever I want."
"I understand your motivation, but I don't know if I want to get some stranger involved in your kinky little games."
"Lisa, trust me. It's not real. It's a fantasy. Besides, it will be worth it. The shopping trip alone will make it worth it. Think of adding to your wardrobe."
"We'll see."
After I hung up, I took a deep breath. The next part of the adventure would either become the highlight of my life or the possible end of our relationship. Either she was going to go along with my wicked little game or throw me out on the street. So, I put on my best servile hat and walked back home.
You see, in my depraved scenario I was also going to play the part of the servant.
When Lisa answered the door I could tell she was nervous. Because of our conversation, she obviously expected another man. When she saw it was me a look of confusion spread across her brow.
"What are you doing...?"
"Hi, you must be Lisa. I'm Tim. John sent me to take care of you." I offered my hand. She glanced at it in befuddlement. A frown appeared and I thought my little game was doomed. Rejecting my offer of my hand she turned away. Surprisingly, the rude gesture caused a stir in my trousers. Nothing I like better than being spurned by a gorgeous and impervious woman. Maybe this was going to work.
Standing at the doorway I couldn't help admire her cute ass. The way it swiveled and rotated as she sauntered down the hallway made my mouth water. Man, I loved that ass. So far, I had managed to resist it. By that, I mean my servile tongue had not yet declared its need to worship that area. Fear was the motivator behind my reticence to express my adoration.
Let me explain my dilemma. I crave the feeling of worshipping a gorgeous rear end. In my perverse mind, the ultimate subjugation to a woman is kissing her ass. The problem is that once a man does that, there's no turning back—the relationship changes and the woman holds the upper hand. While I desperately ached to surrender to her delicious derriere, I had waited, knowing that once I demonstrated this final act of debasement that our roles would be permanently altered. In my experience, not many women appreciate a man's tongue in their asshole and more than a few find it disgusting. As far as I could tell, there was only one of two ways a relationship could go once the man lowered himself to worshipping his woman's ass. Either the woman got up and left in disgust, or, from that moment on, she ruled the roost.
Breaking the reverie, Lisa looked over her shoulder and led me down my new path of slavery. "Well? Are you coming? John said that you would do anything I wanted."
"Oh." Usually eloquent, the prospect of being allowed to continue the game had taken my gift of gab and replaced it with a swollen tongue.
"Tell me, Tim, exactly what is your relationship with John?"
I had to be careful how I explained this part of the game. "Let's just say that I'll do anything he wants me to."
Her brow arched. "He is your master, isn't he?" she asked. She watched my response closely. This wasn't the first time I had assumed the role of another man with her, but it was the first time I had played the part of a servant. Usually our games involved me donning the cloak of a television repairman or masseuse, using my anonymous position to seduce the lonely and frustrated wife of an unresponsive husband.
"Sort of," I mumbled. I had to be careful. I wanted to play the game, but I didn't want to give away my need to eagerly fill the role. My idea was to play both roles—master and slave, thereby fulfilling both needs to rule and be ruled. So far, in our relationship, I had always been the ruler.
"What do you mean sort of? He's either your superior or you're some kind of sick pervert. Which is it?" The way her eyes probed made me wonder if she knew what I was up to all along. It wouldn't be the first time I underestimated a woman and fell victim to her all-knowing ways.
"I'm his servant, I guess." The answer was unsatisfactory, for both of us, but she let it go for the time being.
"Well, servant, come with me, I'm in need of some service. Draw me a bath, and make it hot. Add some of that perfume you see on the counter. I want candles and some champagne." I watched her enchanting butt disappear into the bedroom before hopping to my chore.
Part of my masochistic needs was a secret desire to do all of the household chores, but there was a catch. I wouldn't get the charge from the subservience unless Lisa told me to do the work. An important aspect to the surrender was being conquered. As a typical male, I was accustomed to the woman doing the dishes, cleaning and laundry. But I wished she would change that.
I was on my knees checking the temperature of the water when Lisa entered the bathroom. She was wearing a simple terry robe, white and short. By that, I mean it barely covered the areas I desired most—her hot and nasty pussy and her luscious, scrumptious ass.
"Don't you look cute, on your knees like a good servant?" I started to rise. "No, no, stay right there." Lisa sat on the toilet. The robe rode her thighs as she crossed her legs. My eyes watched as if glued to the sight. I prayed for a shot of her tantalizing box. Too sly, she made sure I was denied.
"Let's get the rules established before we go any further," she said. I waited like the good servant I hoped to become. "Your master said that you would do anything I told you to do. Is that right?"
I nodded. "Look at me," she instructed. Reluctantly my eyes left her creamy gams and rested on her probing orbs. "You're rather rude. My body is off-limits to you. I would certainly not let a lowly servant like you even look my naked body. Is that clear? Now, tell me what you understand your instruction to be."
I gulped. I know what I wanted to say, but was afraid I might be making a mistake. It was the slow, hypnotic swinging of her leg that persuaded me to take a chance. Emboldened, I began my journey down depravity road.
