Relinquishing Her Autonomy
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Relinquishing Her Autonomy

by Existentialdamsel 6 min read 4.3 (10,800 views)
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CHAPTER 3 - HE TAKES HER FANTASIES

A brief summary of Chapters 1 and 2, for those of you who have skipped them: These are two college professors who have dated for a few years, and she has recently asked to ramp up the D/s portion of their relationship by asking him to fully take her sexual autonomy during the six months that her kids are overseas. They agreed to the terms in the first chapter.

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Her calendar appointment for this evening reads "Fantasies" at 5:00 p.m.

She greets him as usual, silent, naked, standing with legs slightly apart, looking downward. The pussy that her Master owns is wet, as it always is these days. Indeed, he is training his slave to be in a constant state of arousal and desire for him.

After closing the door behind him, he attaches the collar and leash as usual, and leads his obedient slave to the living room, with the simple command, "Sit," motioning to the floor next to the sofa. She quietly sits on the floor, like an obedient kitten, as she hears him go to the kitchen.

He returns to the living room, and directs her to make herself comfortable in the arm chair, and places a glass of wine on the table next to her. He makes himself comfortable on the sofa across from her, and says, "Tonight, you may enjoy a glass of wine with me, my dear slave."

She is so happy to hear this. He hasn't allowed her to drink any wine since the day they entered this phase of their relationship.

"You may look at me and speak. But stay where you are and do not try to touch me. Also, you have done very well in your training and testing all these days, and I want to reward you by adjusting a rule we have. Beginning today, you may have a safe word, if you would like. You can use it for pain or for anything that you do not feel you can do. The safe word is yellow light. I will pause whatever is happening if you use that word."

With modest movements, she reaches for the glass and takes a small sip, still looking downward and keeping her legs open for him so that his pussy is always on display for him, as per the established terms. Then she slowly lifts her gaze to meet his eyes. They share a silent, intimate moment. She is overwhelmed with passion upon making eye contact with her Master after several days.

"Thank you, dear Master. My intention is not to use a safe word with you, ever. But I appreciate your kind gift. You are a good Master."

"Tonight, you will recall the fantasies you've had over the years — the ones you used to imagine when you had free will, masterbating and losing yourself in your thoughts whenever you pleased. Choose the most outrageous, private, embarrassing one first. You may close the eyes that I own and take a few moments, if you wish. After hearing each one, I will then take possession of all of your fantasies, evaluate them, and decide which ones the mind of my slave may imagine and when, and which ones are off limits to you for the remainder of these six months."

This is quite the challenge, quite the mind control. She has let the mind go wild with fantasies in the past, never imagining that they would be evaluated and judged by anyone. But he owns her sexuality now, so of course it follows that he should have access to them, and even own them.

After some moments, she takes a deep breath and begins to describe one of her favorite, other-worldly fantasies that she has envisioned over the years.

"I am the property of a sort of king or ruler of a far-away land. I am his favored slave. I am revered and placed on a pedestal at times, quite literally, for my owner to display for all the people to admire.

"In a particular ritual, I am placed lying back on an elevated marble platform, with steps leading up to it, in a great hall. My legs are spread and two beautiful ladies sit elegantly at the foot of the steps below. In front of them are two parallel, long lines of men who live in the kingdom. My owner/king sits up on a throne some yards to the side of me, overseeing the ritual.

"The two women are gently licking and sucking the first men in their respective lines to make them hard for the task they are about to perform. As each man steps up and approaches me, the woman for his line begins to suck and lick the next man in her line to prepare him, and so on. Each man approaches me one at a time, and enters my pussy, sliding in and out of me ever so reverently, as our king watches.

"Each man is required not to come inside the king's prized property. They must exercise tremendous control for several moments while they reverently fuck my pussy. If they dare come inside me, they would be banished from the kingdom forever. Once their turn is complete, they proceed to kneel at my side and suck my heavy, milk-filled breasts that provide nourishment for all the men in the kingdom. Two additional women are stationed at my sides as well, with the task of sucking each man to orgasm as he drinks from my supple breasts.

"This ritual continues, with dozens and dozens of men taking their turn fucking my prized pussy, not coming inside me, and then sucking on my breasts while women pleasure them to orgasm.

"That is my most radical fantasy, dear Master. I am sorry if any of it offends you."

She looks down with some shame. She nervously takes a small sip of her wine.

"You are my property and I have told you before that you have no sexual self outside of me, and hence may not experience shame in front of me. Your fantasy does not offend me. It excites me and makes me even more intrigued by my lovely slave than I was before, if that is even possible."

She takes in a large relieved breath and looks at him with a genuine, intimate, loving smile. They share a moment. She once again finds this level of ownership to be utterly liberating.

Then suddenly, drastically, the look on his face becomes serious, and he says, "However, you have committed a huge error, slave."

She is perplexed and scared. She did as instructed and he reminded her that she may feel no shame.

"What happened, Master?!"

"You referred to MY pussy and MY breasts as though they were yours throughout your entire story. You actually said 'my pussy' and 'my breasts.' You lost yourself and forgot that you are my property when describing your past fantasies. I will continue this exercise tomorrow after my slave is trained tonight never to forget I own every part of that body. Take your time finishing your wine while I go upstairs and prepare for your punishment. You may be in a position to consider using that safe word tonight after all."

MORE CHAPTERS TO FOLLOW

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