A dark shadow crossed over his eyes as I defiantly shook my head, refusing to bow to his demand that I lower myself into the kneeling position before him.
"Oh ho, so this is how it's going to be?"
I shrugged my shoulders & tried to sound bolder than I felt, "Yep, because you don't ACTUALLY own me."
"Really?" he quipped with an evil smirk. "I don't think you want to find out what happens to little girls who talk back to their owners. Or DO you?"
I shrugged again, his use of the word "owners" not lost on me - except this time I had to lower my head so I wouldn't have to look him in his eyes, which were burning like fiery lasers into mine.
Pressing both hands down firmly on my shoulders, he lowered me onto my knees and grabbed my chin, tilting my head back & forcing me to look up at him.
"If that's really how you feel, maybe a little test of wills is in order, hmmm?"
He paused for effect, letting his eyes linger on mine, before slowly roaming down hungrily over the rest of me. "You agreed, did you not, to be my slave for the next month?"
"Yes, Master, I did. But..."
"HUSH! You want to play games, then let's play this new one that I just made up - it's going to be fun! Until someone has to lose, that is. And once you realize that I don't lose - EVER, you're going to learn a valuable lesson. And my prize for winning will be oh, soooo deliciously sweet!"
"In fact, I think we'll play this game any time I think you need reminding," he spat, "about your place, now that you're learning this new way of life," pinching my cheeks together as if I were five, and hardening his grip on my chin.
"We're going to spar! And you'll learn that you don't get to question, hesitate or refuse my orders. Ever."
"It is useless for you to constantly try to fight me, defy me, or think that you can outsmart me, little girl, because I own you. At least for the next month. Get that through your pretty head, my love. I own your desires, your fantasies, your orgasms, and every inch of your beautiful body. And it won't be long before I own your heart, your soul, and all the other fascinating parts of your huge brain. And if we need to play this game every single day, me and my craving to dominate you will gladly & wholeheartedly accept that challenge. And we won't stop until you are MINE. And believe me, we'll both enjoy each new round more than the previous one."
"Ready, baby? Here's how it's going to go. I'm going to give you the command to "Resist." When you hear it, I'm gonna wrestle you to the ground, the bed, the couch, the table, or anywhere else that suits my fancy. You will use anything & everything you can possibly think of to try & stop me. You're gonna fight me off with everything you've got. Do not stop trying to get away from me until you either succeed, which is highly unlikely, or until you run out of moves, or strength - and are forced to admit defeat, with no choice left except to completely submit to me. And to accept that I am and always will be in complete control of you. Its really no different than a good game of chess, only we're relying on brute strength instead of brain cells. Are we clear?" He let go of my cheeks and my chin and took two steps back, almost as if he wanted to give me a wider view of how much he completely dwarfed my trembling frame.
"I-I think so," I stammer, knowing he can likely feel me shaking, even though we're five feet apart from each other. My eyes are as big as saucers as I digest his orders for this little 'game' of his.
"You think so, WHAT?"
"I-I think so, Master," I sniveled.
"Good girl," he smirked. "I'll let that little indiscretion slide for now, since you're clearly pre-occupied- too busy calculating whether there's even a remote chance that you'll get yourself out of this delightful predicament."
"You are going to learn that my ownership of you is not negotiable. It is not partial. It is not up to you to decide when I own you & when I don't. And it *never* will be. Understood?"
"Y-yes Master."
"Excellent. Now, let's begin. Resist," he snarled. And in one lightning-quick move, he grabbed and tore my shirt completely off, leaving my bare, heavy tits busting out into full view. With agility & speed, he scooped me up in his arms & began to carry me, kicking & twisting, down the hall toward our bedroom.
"C'mon baby, try to get free!" he growled. "If I don't see that you're at least putting up a real, honest-to-goodness fight to win, then we'll just have to start over - maybe even with some more rules for added motivation."
I started struggling half-heartedly, feeling wayyy out-matched by this giant of a man who towered over me & whose biceps were practically thicker than my waist. But once I started, I felt compelled to at least give it my best shot. I kicked my legs as hard as I could & pushed against his solid chest, managing to somehow break free & run back toward the front door.
"Oh ho...so she does have some fight in her, good girl - I knew this would be fun," he smirked, slowly sauntering after me, as if he had all the time in the world to catch up to me.
I had made it to the front door & was fighting with the deadbolt when I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. I had managed to pull the door open and get myself partially out when I felt his hands wrap around my torso and grip my tits tightly.
"Baby it's cold out there," he whispered calmly into my ear, "are you sure you want our neighbors to watch you get all nipply while I enjoy our little game of cat-and-pathetically-helpless-little-mouse?" he quipped as his hand latched on to each of my heaving breasts, pulling my back against him while smashing my C cup tits together and literally lifting my feet off the ground by them.
