Becoming a Himbo Simp (pt. 02)

We continued to see each other for months, *dating* in a way. I would meet her at the small cafe and we would catch up on our weeks. More accurately, she would have me report to her all my activities and thoughts, including who I found arousing in my day-to-day life. Even had me keep a diary of my deepest fantasies. I could have lied but I was too intimidated by her to try.

We would go on long walks, or she would just lead me around almost like on a mental leash, to run her errands. She would constantly chastise me for my poor posture and demand that I stay within 3 steps behind her.

A few times she took me to parties where we met her friends, and she would talk to them as if I wasn't there. The women would look me over out of curiosity and whisper to each other. The men, usually buff and more suave would openly flirt with her, and she seemed to get pleasure from the attention.

That night, when we got home we shared a passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded my throat and she grabbed my ass forcefully. She even let me dry hump her leg and suckle her stiletto. She seemed pleased at my reaction to her advances.

I dutifully continued to devour her shit hole like a pig at a trough. The protocols got stricter: no more hair below the neck, I would snort like a pig when eating her ass and I would answer to pig or it from now on.

She started experimenting with my more masochistic side. First, it was biweekly paddling. Then it became bottom and back whipping. Eventually, I would graduate to full cock and ball torture for infractions, no matter how minor, but I secretly craved more. Eventually, we experimented with different chastity cages until she found the right size and made me wear them during dates and meet-ups.

I even made her an on-call ass-eater. She knew my schedule and would have me come to her after work or on weekends. Better still after she has been to the gym or out with the ladies.

She would have a plate of grapes next to her bed in her apartment and slowly eat them whiles I dove between her large ass cheeks. Strangely enough, I never was allowed to eat her cunt. The one time I even dared to approach it, which was after she enjoyed a huge sopping orgasm, she slapped me.

"NOT FOR YOU PIG BITCH!!!" she yelled.

I yelped.

"Looks like I have to train you a bit better," she sighed.

She got up and walked over to a great Black Chest. She pulled out a leash, collar, a pig's mask, and some other instruments.

"Remember when I told you that I worked as a Psychiatrist?" she asked.

I nodded profusely.

"I only told you part of the truth. I am the head of a Behavioral Psych unit. I study sexual deviancy and paraphilias. You are quite a complex individual. Your diary covers nearly the full spectrum of disorders: masochism, autogynephilia, cross-dressing, rubber/PVC, rape, torture, repressed homosexual urges, internalized, and more. The key theme is that you are the victim of all these acts."

I blushed profusely, even though I was fully clothed, I felt very naked.

"With your peculiar psychology, it is very unlikely you will ever have a normal sex life. You seem to only get aroused from extreme stimuli. Situations where you are completely subjugated. I, on the other hand, am on the other extreme end of the spectrum: A nymphomaniac with sadistic tendencies. For the past decade, I have been searching for the perfect slave to match me. I believe you could be him."

She sauntered over to me and knelt down; her piercing emerald eyes seemed to penetrate my soul.

"You have 2 choices: continue stumbling from one failed unsatisfying relationship to another or agree to a 6-month intense training program. If you choose the former, you will never see me again, but if you choose the latter and succeed, you will become my sole property for the next 5 years. Completely at my mercy. I will brand you, collar you and we will become one. Practically married, but I will be in charge."

She handed me a small pink chastity device with a key.

"This is the perfect size, despite your fat cock, there will be no danger you will never fuck me or anyone else ever again. Once it is locked, I will have the only key I have made sure this is unique. You have until tomorrow. See you then piggie."

I left the apartment thunderstruck, I couldn't believe what I heard. As I headed to the elevator I saw 2 of the studs from the parties pass me by, one gave me a nod and a wink. I heard my Mistress welcome them into her apartment enthusiastically.