Ever since Erika took over, she's made me keep a journal of my life under her rule. At times of her choosing, she reads it on the premise that she needs to monitor my attitude, behaviour and my welfare, but at times she's admitted to me, that they're an erotic thriller for her as she reads how she makes me squirm under her authority and how she's reduced me a puppet she can control with the wave of her hand. After reading my journal entry about one Saturday night in a few months ago, she ordered me to clean up the grammar and publish it here on Lit. Hopefully you enjoy it and please feel free to rate it or leave a comment.
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It had been six months since you took over our relationship and the whirlwind of changes hadn't stopped since that day. I was certainly no longer the man I was back then but as you've aptly pointed out, almost daily, I was just barely a man anyway. Whether it was that extra two inches you had on me or the swagger that tells everyone you're in charge, in your presence I was nothing more than a nervous, uncertain puddle. Of course, that's the reason I relinquished my entire inheritance to you, making you a very rich woman and leaving me your penniless dependent. My only access to money now came from a credit card of yours so I could pick up groceries and a joint savings account controlled by you for my weekly allowance. Nevertheless, I lusted for you every day. I love being your slave and I love how you reign over me. There was just one problem. Your boyfriends and one in particular; Devon.
It was a Saturday in late September and I had spent the day cutting grass and closing the pool for winter while you went shopping for a much-needed day of retail therapy after a long week at work. As the President of your own acquisitions company, you put some long hours in and enjoy days like this to relax. By about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, my work was done and I was prepping the dinner your ordered; filet mignon with tarragon mushrooms, Brussel sprouts, with garlic mashed potatoes and a bottle of Chateau Pichon. I spent the morning picking everything up to make sure it was as fresh as possible for you and was sure you'd take one bite and smile. I rushed to the door when your Maserati pulled up to the house and I rushed to greet you on my knees. You threw your hips back and forth with a snap as you walked up to the entrance and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were in your brown high heeled riding boots, skinny blue jeans, and a low cut white flouncing off shoulder long sleeve blouse that teased me with your full cleavage. Of course, the whole ensemble was topped off by your leather driving gloves and mirrored sunglasses that made your blonde locks shimmer. You've always drawn eyes when your out in public but today, you looked incredible.
I knelt silently at the door with my head bowed while you pulled your gloves off and scanned the house, "I hope you got everything done little man."
"Yes, Mistress Erika," I whispered, uncertain I had done enough to please you.
"Well we'll see," you laugh, "There's been a change of plans, I'm going out tonight so dinner is cancelled." You then handed me your purse and dropped your gloves on the floor, "Go park the car and bring my shopping bags to my room. You'll have to fend for yourself tonight."
"Of course Ma'am," I replied as you headed for the stairs. I had no idea who you were going out with but in the end, it was none of my business anyway. As much as I love being your slave the one conflict I've had is that I despise your other men and how they enjoy you more than I ever will. In the end, though, I'm not the one in charge, you are and I am in no position to tell you what you can or cannot do. So, I kneel quietly and endure their presence whenever one comes for a visit. I know my place in your world and I love worshipping you, but I cannot stand them. On more than a few occasions I've wanted to defy you and say no when you've made me clean their sex out of your slit or lick your nectar off their cocks but ultimately, I know that my feelings or opinions on this matter are inconsequential, so I would focus on the fact that it pleased you and forgot about their cum in my mouth.
It was obviously a successful day of shopping as the trunk was full of dresses, shoes, and hats. I placed them off to one side and knelt silently at your feet in your make up room to start your pedicure with a crimson red polish you picked out while you flipped through a magazine and texted your friends. It was clear you didn't want to talk. I understood though, you're a very busy and important woman and need time to yourself. The last thing you need is me questioning you about decisions I would know nothing about anyway, so I just worked quietly at your feet hoping to make you smile.
Just as I started to paint them, you tapped my head with your rolled up read and smirked, "Just a reminder you little pap smear that if I'm late tonight it'll be your fault and I'll whip your little ass, maybe even make my date add a few for good measure."
"Yes Mistress Erika," my voice quivered from your threat and my hands followed suit as they tended to your toes. You've whipped me plenty of times and you've never been kind in doing so, "I'll try Ma'am."
It was an almost instantaneous reflex by you as I felt your rolled-up magazine belt my head so hard, I fell into the cabinets, "You'll do more than try Graham!"
I jumped back to my knees without the slightest pause and continued to paint your toenails as I apologized for being so foolish as to say anything other than I would obey then thanked you for your guidance and went back to work in silence. I was now shaking so badly, I needed to use both hands to hold the brush steady. I glimpsed up at you and noticed that, just as quickly as you had smacked my head, you went back to reading as if nothing had happened. I wondered what it must feel like to have the power and influence you do. One second you're scolding me and the next you just relax. Meanwhile, I scurry for hours after you've raised your voice. Such is life, however, and I wouldn't trade anything to give it up.
After checking your cell phone, you looked down at me, "While I'm gone, you will change my sheets and dust the house. I'll make it an easy night for you babe and leave it at that. Feel free to play some music or watch a movie if you like but I better not find a spec of dust in the morning. I want you on your knees at the front door when I get home though. Oh and of course you'll stay naked," you laughed as a text bleeped.
"Yes Mistress," I replied looking forward to a night of relaxation, "and thank you for giving me such an easy night."
I then moved to your soft supple hands. I just love them as your nails are so long and elegant, a true symbol of the power you wield. You don't lift a finger in this house unless its your choice and you leave virtually every domestic chore for me. In fact, I don't think you've touched a dirty dish in months.
I love what we have thought and seeing the elegance of your hands reminded me of just how far you'd already taken me. You are my Goddess and I am your slave just as you envisioned, and I had hoped. Still my aching knees reminded me that I live in a persistent state of nervous arousal, terrified of your wrath yet constantly yearning that you'll take my cage off and play with me. Most of the time, you are so sweet and nice with me and I love just being with you but I'm also very aware of the power differential between us and my place beneath you. You are unquestionably strict with me and command complete obedience to your every whim. More than anything, I know how severely I suffer when I fail to please you. Just thinking about it made me bristle as I drew a coat of polish along your slender red daggers at the end of each finger.
As the brush drew polish across the last of your nails, my body tingled with delight when you commented how good job I had just done. I glanced up at your beautiful face as you playfully bit your tongue grinning at me as if I was a helpless prey being effortlessly batted about by your paws.
"Hmmm, I want a massage before my make-up.".
"But won't you be late for your boyfriend Ma'am?" I volunteered while fawning over your hands with my breath to dry your nails.
You laugh out loud, "Pee-on, that's not my problem. Go now."
"Yes Erika," I cowered and shivered while scrambling to get the massage table ready. I could tell you were suddenly in a mood to watch me squirm. Guaranteed you would be late now and that would be no doubt my fault. I knew you were testing me and all I could do was struggle to meet your impossible expectations then cower as you beat me for failing you. Orchestrating situations where I failed was a favourite past time of yours that I'm helpless to prevent and is served as a wonderful tool to demonstrate my position in your life..
A moment later as I spread last of the sheets on the table, you walked in wearing nothing but a pair of 4-inch mules and a pink lace thong while your breasts stood tall in front of my face. A daydream overtook me as my eyes homed in on that signature Cindy Crawford birthmark on your right breast that set off the most perfect, rich bosom I'd ever seen. Between your breasts, your blonde mane that could bounce off your shoulders, your crystal blue eyes, and your full luscious lips, I felt as if I was in the presence of divinity.
"Like what you see perv?" you laughed.
I instantly threw my eyes to the floor as you placed your face in the hollow head rest and told me you wanted a light massage to relax yourself for the night. Tickling your back with a feather touch, your shoulders and back melted beneath my hands. The daily trips to the gym have made you strong and I watched your muscles ripple as I my hands followed the rock-hard contours of your body. It didn't escape me, that the same muscles I was admiring had left me blubbering at your feet, begging for mercy.
You moaned gently when my fingers released the tension of the day one trigger point at a time. I love massaging you. It's such a treat for me as it gives me the privilege to touch your body in ways I'm often not permitted. Just from rubbing your back, my cock fought to squirm out of its cage again.
Silence filled the room for more than 20 minutes before you rose to make me stop. "Ok, my hair, then make-up little pee-on. Take care of the table later, you're pressed for time now," you announced and laughed at my predicament.
