No Turning Bac

As she walked out of the door a broad smile spread across her face. It had gone better than she had hoped. She still couldn't quite believe he had turned up, a distant memory of the previous submissive she had agreed to meet suddenly conjured in her mind. He had bailed out at the last minute, too afraid to make the final commitment. But James had gone through with it. She remembered the tingle of excitement that had run through her as she saw the door open, the gradual moistening inside her vagina as she had seen him enter the room naked and the feeling of euphoria as he had knelt before her. He had submitted completely and she knew from that moment she had found her submissive. From her perspective there would be no turning back now.

Hurrying back to her car she started to think about next steps. She had resisted the temptation to plan too far ahead and now needed to make up for lost time. He had indicated his availability to serve her on a daily basis and though that seemed a little intense, she wanted to make sure they developed at pace. She moved her car away from their meeting place and drove the short distance to a large shopping mall. She parked in a less popular area and began to think of how to handle their assignation the next day. As she did so, she allowed her hands to work the hem of her skirt up her hips until she could reach under to her panties. Sliding them to one side, she allowed her fingers to brush her lips before homing in on her clitoris. She cleared her mind of all but the image of 'her' submissive kneeling in front of her as she began to stimulate herself.

At the same time she was driving to the mall he slowly got to his feet. As he rose, the steel chastity cage in place around his genitals dropped back into position and the weight reminded him of the pain she had just inflicted on his testicles with a riding crop. He turned and walked gingerly into the outer room where he had left his clothes. As he dressed one thought resounded in his head; she had taken the keys. For the first time, his chastity was no longer optional. It was all he could think of. The journey home was taken on autopilot and it was only the sound of his door slamming behind him that dragged him back to the present. Walking to the bedroom he slowly removed his clothes, imagining being in her presence as he did so. When he was naked, he dropped to his knees in front of a mirror and began to manipulate the cage enclosing his penis. He knew there was no way out, the action was simply to reinforce the sense of complete submission he felt. No more touching himself without her permission. No more orgasms without her approval. His fantasy was all too real and for one brief moment he wondered if he would regret his decision. He pushed the thought away and climbed into bed, wishing time would speed up and bring him closer to the next meeting with the woman who was now the centre of his world.

She sat in the car recovering from one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Thinking of what she could do with the human being she now had complete control over. A plan began to form in her mind. She would rent an apartment and turn it into her lair, where she would encourage her submissive to make the final step to slavery. They had discussed the two concepts and he had informed her that he was prepared to give her complete control but only when he knew her better and trust had developed. He had no family and had recently taken an early retirement package. Serving her would give his life meaning, a focus that had been lacking. He had explained that his first interest had always been submission but that recently he had been drawn to the idea of slavery, the ultimate submission, relinquishing all his rights and allowing a dominant to own him completely. He would live the life 24x7 if that is what was required of him and put his very survival in her hands. As she thought of the control that would give her, she allowed her hand to once more reach underneath her skirt. He would become her property.

Neither slept well that night, both too consumed with thoughts of their next meeting and what their future together held.