Finding An Owner

For those who have found their Owner, congrats. For those still looking, good luck. This is a fictional story about a guy finding his place in the world.

(Thank you to those who have commented in the past, it's greatly appreciated! As always, comments and advice are always welcome!)

Why is finding the right person so difficult? Even people I've been on dates with several times and seem amazing have either ended things themselves or opened up enough for me to know that we won't survive the tests of time. After trying different dating apps and even some blind dates set up by friends, I turned to reddit. The place that covers everything.

Enough of my rant, though. I am a reasonably intelligent and educated guy, who has more than mastered the friendzone. It's the socialising with strangers and then flirting that are my weaknesses. I'm short but fit and have a quiet confidence that mean combine to cause me to be overlooked at first, but I usually find people notice and respect me in the long run so have never felt the need to try being more of an extrovert.

My ideal woman? I prefer strong women, both physically and mentally. I want someone I can have intellectual debates with, pin me to a wall and control me in any ways that they desire. Apparently, this is the kind of relationship quite a few women also desire. After posting about my aims, I received about half a dozen messages that were serious. Only one progressed to being in person. Beautiful, powerful, intelligent and in charge.

"Good evening, I am Emma." A tall redheaded woman in a green dress announces as she approaches my table, her smile reaching her bright blue eyes.

"Good evening, I am Joey. Although I guess you already figured that out." I smile back, standing and shaking her hand.

Her grip is firm, even giving my hand a bit of a squeeze as she smiles with a hint of mischief before letting go. Although we had exchanged sfw photos with each other, she had clearly played down her beauty. Her dress hugged her curves, of which she had plenty and exposed enough cleavage that I had to fight not to look at it as we stood facing each other. She was also almost a foot taller, although I knew she was only a couple of inches taller so her heals must be quite high.

"Chair." She instructs, as she steps around to her seat.

I quickly walk around the back of her chair and push it in for her as she takes her seat. Being the horny guy in my twenties I am, I take the opportunity to glance at her cleavage as I stand behind her. I quickly take control of myself and return to my seat, my face flush as Emma looks me over with a stern gaze.

"You look guilty. Want to apologise or be punished later?" She asks quite casually as she starts reading the menu.

"I am sorry for looking." I mumble, my eyes focusing intently on my menu.

"Look at me, speak clearly and be specific. Otherwise, I will simply punish you more." She tells me, looking up and holding my gaze to ensure I understood I would only be warned once.

"I am sorry Emma for looking at your cleavage." I say, only slightly louder as a couple is being shown to the table next to us.

"Ogle my body in public again, and you will have to apologise louder and be punished. Now, how was your day?" She asks, suddenly relaxing and smiling sweetly at me.

We chatted and ordered, making it feel like it was a normal date. We had been messaging and having phone calls for a couple of weeks though, so we already knew a lot about each other's lives.

"Go put these on, and take your underwear off." Emma orders me after the waiter had taken our dishes.

I take the little handbag she held over the table and take it to the bathroom before opening it up. Inside I found a not very small butt plug and two silicon rings. There was also a little piece of paper, luckily with a little diagram for what to do with the rings. One was for the base of my cock and the other just for my balls. I quickly strip off and put the two bands on before looking at the plug.

A month ago, I wouldn't have been able to fit such a thing inside me. However, over the last month, Emma had been guiding my training. Despite having never until now, she controlled my routine whenever I was at home. Whenever I got home from work, I did an enema, then put in a plug. I had even brought my kit with me to my hotel and done one on her instruction prior to dinner, clearly in oblivious preparation for this. I also had to do a workout each evening, shave everything below my waist and do half an hour of yoga each morning.

Now my body was far more flexible, including my ass. This toy was bigger than the one I had been using for the last week, but not by too much. I carefully let some saliva drip onto the toy knowing I needed all the help I could get before reaching my hands around behind me. I let out a quiet groan as I pushed the toy in and hoped no-one had entered while my attention was elsewhere. I put my shoes and trousers on, pocketed my underwear and left the cubical just as a man entered. I forced myself to walk over to the sinks and wash my hands, feeling his gaze lock onto the dark green handbag hanging off my shoulder.

"Sorted?" Emma asks as I return and return her bag.

"Yes Emma." I nod, looking nervously at her hand as it remains outstretched.

"You're not still wearing them, are you?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

I glance around before pulling out my underwear and putting them in her hand. She smiles and nods for me to retake my seat. I take my seat, letting out a loud breath as the plug pushes deeper into my as I sit.

"Are you ready to become mine?" Emma continues, still looking relaxed while I keep adjusting to find the most comfortable position.

"Yes Emma." I answer, my attention still on the overfull feeling of my bowels.

"Aw!" I shock through my body causes me to gasp making all the eyes in the restaurant to look around at me.

"Shh. You're ok." Emma smiles knowingly, seemingly unphased by having everyone's attention as she plays some game with me.

"What was that?" I ask, not actually sure what had hurt just that something had.

"That is what happens to slaves that don't behave." She tells me in a matter-of-fact sort of way. "When I speak, you pay attention."

"Yes Emma, sorry." I agree, not actually sure what she was referring due to the distraction of the shock.

"Let's try this again then. Are you ready to be mine?" Her stern voice is far from quiet, and I can feel the couple next to us looking between us both whilst Emma stares deep into my mind.

"Yes Emma." I say again, holding her gaze.

"Good, lets start with posture. Squirm again and you will be punished. Pull your seat in, sit up, shoulders back. Your eyes should be on mine, apart from the occasional look around the room. The only time you look down is when you are eating." She lectures me as I just nod and adjust my seat and posture.

Dessert arrives and we start enjoying our food, Emma somehow manages to return to normal conversation as though I haven't got a butt plug in my ass that she is able to give me electric shocks through. The dessert is nice, and we both get a tea each as we keep chatting. Only twice do I get shocked, once for looking slightly too long when the couple next to us leave, the woman had a rather revealing black dress that may have held my attention more than it should have. And the other time was me slouching to ease the pressure off the plug.

"I am in charge, I pay." Emma informs me as the waiter goes to fetch our bill.

"Thank you, Emma." I nod, her face more than convincing me not to argue.

"You're welcome." She smiles.

She pays and soon we are leaving. I had travelled up to see her so had booked a cheap hotel a twenty-minute walk away from the smart restaurant she had suggested. She walks in the opposite direction though, moving so quickly and confidently I struggle to form the words to say I need to go the other way. I don't want to be the one to bring this evening to an end though. Also, I feel surprisingly safe with her holding my hand and leading me, wherever it is we are going to.

"I haven't been wholly open with you, although I haven't lied either." Emma says, breaking the silence after a few minutes walking.

"Ok." I say, wondering if she is going to continue and what could she have hidden.

"I have two other slaves, both female, but I haven't fucked either of them since we started talking properly." She tells me, making me stumble on an uneven paving stone.

"Huh?" I let out as I recover my feet, unable to find the right words to respond.

"I understand if this is a dealbreaker. But I would like to introduce them to you before you say no, I think you would like them." She continues, looking unsure for the first time. "I will still support you, train you and fuck you. They wont have authority over you but in time, my aim would be that I could order you and them to do what I want. Be it cook me dinner, put on a sex show for me, or be decorations for my bedroom when I sleep with one of the others."

She's guided me to a bench in a little park that seems to be devoid of other people for the moment giving us a little privacy. I silently sit, my hand still held gently by hers as they rest on her thigh. I feel her looking at me, but I keep my eyes forward feeling as though she might read my mind if I was to look into her captivating blue eyes.

"Please, say something." She eventually whispers, giving my hand a far gentler and more caring squeeze than the controlling powerful one she had done when we first met.

"Ok." I whisper in reply, still staring at a tree a hundred metres away who's trees are starting to turn golden.

"You'll come and meet them?" She asks quietly, her hopefulness causing me to smile.

"Yes, I'll get to know them first. Is there anything else I should know though? I don't think I could take any more surprises this evening. Two are quite enough." I confirm, daring to meet her gaze.

Her smile returns causing me to grin like an idiot. Only now do I realise how much it had hurt to see her unhappy. Would I really be willing to do that again even if she had more secrets? I doubt it, I had agreed to be hers. Thats still what I want, I need something, someone to give me stability and provide structure to my life.

"There is a bit more. I'm really sorry for keeping all this from you. But I hope you'll understand why in a minute." She tells me, looking nervous and afraid as I nod for her to continue. "My parents are successful and growing up everyone I knew, knew about the money. So many of my friends and even some of my relationships existed only because they knew I had money. So, once I became eighteen, I left home and started going by my mother's surname.

"I made friends with people who liked me for me, I lived without the pressures of designer fashion, and I was happy. The one thing I missed though was the power. I know it comes from me being spoiled as a kid, but I used to love the ability to get what I wanted. I never really asked for much compared to others I grew up with. But if I wanted a better car than my mate, I always knew I could. I rarely used that power but I started missing it after it was gone.

"My first girlfriend at university kicked me out after she had agreed to be my submissive, but I asked her to do something she didn't want to do. Whilst I understand her saying no, the kicking out took a bit of time to get over. The bit I didn't get over though was that I hadn't even wanted them to do it for any reason than they hadn't want to do it. I think they might have realised that hence kicking me out, but I struggled to live without that power.

"Anyway, a year of hook-ups and disappointing sex later, I decided to change tactics. I went online and started talking to some subs. Over the last three years, I have had four subs, all women. The first and third are the ones that now live with me full time, they have no jobs other than to serve me. One of the others decided it wasn't for them and I helped them leave, the other wanted darked things than I could give and I actually sold her although with her permission, if not insistence, and I gave the money to a charity of her choosing as it felt a tad too much like slavery for me."

I open my mouth but am unable to utter a sound. There are black tears running down her cheek, ruining her perfect make-up. Her slaves had given up their jobs, could I do that. I didn't really enjoy my job that much, but I would lose my independence. Would I be allowed to go out and do things or be confined to her house? At her beck and call 24/7?

"I understand why you didn't tell me about the money." I eventually say, pulling a packet of tissues out of my pocket and handing her one. "But you could have told me you had other submissives without giving that away."

"You're right. I can only apologise and promise to be honest and open from now on. Should you stay, I don't intend to get any more subs." She nods, taking the tissue and dabbing her eyes.

"You mentioned being with women, I take it you are towards the lesbian end of the bi spectrum?" I ask, partly to change the subject to a lighter one.

"Haha, you noticed." She chuckles. "Yes, I suppose so. I don't like being alone with people who are physically stronger than me. So that rules out most men. And whilst a real cock can be more fun than a plastic one, I find women know how another woman's body works better than a man ever could."

"Is that a power thing or a bad experience?" I ask, weary that I might be about to go a lot darker than our earlier conversation.

"Hearing about bad things, luckily, I have not experienced any of that. Although to be honest, the power thing probably does play a part as well." She answers. "But you I could pin to the wall with one hand and spank to my heart's content without you having the ability to stop me." She smiles evilly.

I look back at her in shock at the sudden change in energy. I can almost sense her picturing us in that situation as she looks through me. My ass hurts just at the thought of her having her way with my ass, returning my attention to the plug currently stretching it.

"Are we good?" She asks sternly, changing her tone suddenly once more.

"Yes Emma, shall we continue?" I reply, now actually excited to meet these two women.

"One thing first, you were just squirming." She smiles at me and pulls out a little remote from her handbag that she had clearly removed before lending to me.

"Ok." I swallow, mentally bracing myself.

"I will give you a choice." She smiles at me making me even more nervous. "I gave you level two in the restaurant, I'll let you press it on level three, or I'll press it on level four?"

Surely, I have to pick myself? Less punishment and I know when it'll happen, that's got to be the right option. Right?

"I'll do it." I decide, my voice sounding far from confident.

"Answer me properly." She smiles, clearly enjoying herself as she keeps hold of the remote.

"I will shock myself Emma." I say, louder but my voice still wavering slightly.

"Good boy." She nods, handing me the controller.

I press the up arrow, so the little display changes from a 2 to a 3 then brace myself and move my thumb over the larger circular button. I mean to press it but my thumb doesn't move. Not that I can blame it, which intelligent adult knowingly gives themselves an electric shock? Apparently, those infatuated with a beautiful but quite evil woman.

"Uh." I grunt quietly finally managing to press the button.

"Well done, shall we continue on?" Emma says, standing up and taking the remote from me as she asks.

"Yes Emma." I reply slightly breathlessly as I stand.

She retakes my hand, and we walk in silence down a mixture of busy and quiet streets as we wind our way through the city. We're walking down a quiet street that has tall old houses on one side and a park quiet a lot larger than the one we had been sitting in earlier on the other side. All the houses we passed were semi-detached and clearly once single houses that had been split in half and then either into hotels, flats or very expensive houses.

The one that Emma suddenly turned into was still a single house though. Like the others it was brick and four stories. This one though had a driveway rather than a little front garden and steps up to a large covered front door. The doors swung inwards as we walked up the four steps, dragging my attention back in front as I had been looking at the little ground level windows revealing a fifth basement level to the house.

"Good evening, Mistress. Are we to assume we have a brother slave now?" One of the two women holding the door open asks.

I glance between the two women as they both roam their eyes up and down my body. They are both brunettes, wearing slightly different black and white maids outfits and...

"Ahh." I let out a cry of pain and shock as Emma shocks me.

"Yes. Ladies, meet Joey. Joey, this is Clare and Kat." Emma informs us, ignoring my outburst as I force my eyes forward meaning I miss knowing which woman is which.

I keep my attention forward as the two women move into action as Emma stops walking and then releases my hand. I continue to look at the painting of a lake and forest on the opposite wall as one slave removes Emma's jacket and the other kneels and removes her shoes.

"You are allowed to remove your shoes." Emma chuckles, as though I am an idiot for not having already done so.

I quickly do as I'm told, glancing briefly at the kneeling woman who flashes me a smile and winks at me before standing and walking away with Emma's shoes. I struggle with my laces as I try to quickly remove my shoes.

"Aww, I think my newest property is a bit overwhelmed by the presence of three beautiful women." Emma continues to humiliate me.

Well, don't they say first impressions are important? I think I have safely proven myself as incompetent in front of these two women I am meant to serve alongside. Would I have any power in this house or simply be ordered around by these three.

"Your shoes go in this draw, be careful that you don't scuff mine or Kat's shoes. And your jacket goes in this cupboard. The draw and cupboard are for Mistress's belongings and the final one is for guests' things." The woman who must be Clare tells me. "Oh, and Mistress hates people walking in socks, they dirty and disguting. Put them in your shoes and wipe your feet clean."

I follow her direction and store my shoes and jacket before spending a minute cleaning each foot with sanitary cloths until Clare checks and spends another minute cleaning them slightly more. Emma had walked off with Kat leaving the two of us alone for the moment.

"Go on, I feel like your eyes are going to pop out if you fight any harder." She chuckles from beneath me as I had been forcing my attention back to the paining and not the beautiful woman in the sexy maid outfit kneeling at my feet.

"Wha... Oh." I say, realising what she means.

As much as I should say no, I let my eyes fall to her ass. I let my eyes roam down her body as stands up and smiles, watching me admire her. She even does a couple of poses and does a little spin for me. She is the shorter of the two maids, an inch shorter than me maybe at the moment but wearing two- or three-inch heels.

I think the Kat's costume was latex. Clare's is fabric, with a corset that pushed her already large breasts up until they looked like they would pop out if she bent over or jumped. Her frilly skirt left most of her legs on show, allowing me to know she was wearing stocking not tights.

"Think it would be best if I direct and you lead the way." She chuckles as my eyes continue to roam her body.

"I..." I start.

"Like what you see." She interjects. "Now stop drooling and go through that door."

I wasn't drooling but held my tongue and headed through the door she was pointing at. I could hear her clicking along behind me as I pushed the grand door open revealing a very lavish lounge that took up this side of the house on this floor. Emma was already sat in an armchair reading, a hot drink on the little table next to her. She was curled up in the large chair, her dress having been removed leaving her in a dark green lace body.