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.
