Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to be completely realistic. It contains things that I do not condone, and that you shouldn't condone either. Books, movies, and music do not include these actions to encourage them. They include them to add interest, to tell a good story, to allow the reader/watcher to ask themselves how they would react in a given situation, and to let people explore things in their minds that would not be safe to explore in real life.
Characters in this story make some remarkably poor choices.
As a PSA, do NOT trust random people on the Internet. Be smart. Expect people to earn your trust, not be given it. If you are with someone new, take pictures of license plates and send them to a friend. Make sure someone always knows where you are. Don't be afraid to offend someone. If someone isn't concerned about your safety, they are not someone you want to have any kind of relationship with.
Final Fantasy of a Gamer
Part 2 - Commanded and Conquered
Adam awoke slowly. Short, strange dreams ran through his mind, punctuated by brief moments of consciousness. Gradually, the periods of awareness got longer and longer. He began to sort out what was real and what was just a dream.
He was naked, lying on the floor. His blanket had been thrown off, causing the chill that was probably responsible for him waking up. Judging by the sun coming through the window, the day was not particularly young.
He reached down and felt the cold metal around his right ankle. He could feel the chain there, securing him to Mistress Tricia's bed. He tried to remember what day it was.
He distinctly remembered getting exactly no sleep Friday night. His Mistress had kept him up all night, instructing him on how to please her sexually and giving him plenty of practice doing so. At some point after seeing the sunrise, they had taken a break, and he had promptly passed out on top of his Mistress, his head resting against her remarkably comfortable breasts.
He had no idea when they had woken up. He came to as she made her way out from under him to use the bathroom. After finishing, she had gone downstairs and brought up food. She ate breakfast while he ate her. Only after she was properly satisfied was he allowed to eat his breakfast, if that was even the right term so late in the day.
She had then presented him with a journal and explained that he was to use it every day. He was required to record how he felt about everything that had happened since his last entry.
She then went on to explain the rules that he would be expected to follow. She stated that there would be more to come, but to start:
No orgasms, nothing sexual without her being present, and then only when she allowed it.
Complete honestly at all times, whether orally or in the journal. Always answering fully, never leaving out anything, even if it was embarrassing.
When with his Mistress, never leave the room without getting permission first.
Always refer to Tricia as Mistress or Owner, though Maam was acceptable when answering questions
When in public (a thought that terrified him), he was to refer to himself in the third person. If he was hungry, he needed to tell her that her slave was hungry. If he needed to use the restroom he needed to tell her that her slave needed to use the bathroom.
From there she tested his ability to cook and clean, giving pointers along the way. That night he had fallen asleep on the living room floor. His Mistress had gone to bed while he was still performing his assigned tasks, and he didn't want to disturb her.
Sunday had been more of the same, with some punishment thrown in for good measure. She had said that he was to be punished for "denying his nature" when he had stopped talking to her. He hadn't objected, feeling a bit silly for running from her, afraid of exactly what he was now experiencing.
She hadn't gone easy on him. She said that he needed to learn what disobedience would earn him. His ass hurt all the next day.
...all the next day. That made this Tuesday.
He stood up to see his Mistress had already gotten out of bed. He knew better than to call out for her and simply sat back down to await her return. She would let him know when she had orders for him.
He couldn't be sure with no clock, but he felt sure that it was over an hour before she came to check on him. His bladder was ready to explode.
She released his restraint. "Good Morning, slave. Ready for another day?"
"Yes Maam, but your slave very much needs to use the restroom." Adam figured it couldn't hurt to practice the third person thing, and maybe it would win him some points with his Mistress.
"Well, we can't have you peeing on the carpet. Go."
She followed him into the restroom. Between the erection she caused and being watched, it took him a very long time to successfully empty his bladder. She found his predicament very amusing.
When that was done, he showered, first washing his Mistress, then himself. Afterward, he dried her first, shivering while he did so.
"Mistress, it is rather cold today. Might your slave be allowed to wear his clothes today, at least when you aren't using his body?"
"Silly boy, your clothes are long gone."
"Gone, Mistress?"
"Yes, you won't need them anymore."
"But they are around somewhere right? What about the trip home?"
