Relinquishing Her Autonomy

CHAPTER 7 - THE EVENING CONTINUES, AND SHE REFLECTS ON CHOICE

As Master and his lover sit to dine at the elegant table Camila has prepared for them in her own home, he turns to his slave, saying, "That's all for now, dear pet. Go to the den, and peruse BDSM stories on that site we both enjoy, literotica.com. My guest and I will let you know when we need you again."

Obediently, she retires to the den, sits at the desk, and begins browsing the stories.

A female character locked in a closet unexpectedly against her will - oh no, that won't do. Another character kidnapped and chained to a beam by an evil man, with a dozen onlookers mocking her - oh goodness, that won't do either.

She loses herself in thought for a moment, pondering her own situation, comparing herself to these female characters.

To outsiders, indeed to her progressive feminist colleagues at the university, her domination by her Master is likely no different than institutional misogyny that we should be combating rather than encouraging. But what they likely wouldn't consider is that she entered into this contract with her Master of her own free will. It was a choice she made, not a situation that happened to her. She is no passive participant.

Indeed, SHE pursued and created this phase of their relationship in order to satisfy her deep cravings.

And further, with every act of submission to her Master, with every infliction of pain she endures, with every order she obeys, with every ritual of worship on her hands and knees for him, with every restriction she adheres to . . . SHE is empowering him to dominate her. In each instance, were she not electing to be his slave, he would be just a man, like any other, and not a Master.

By choosing this situation in which she cannot make choices, she still has made an existential choice. And she finds this lifestyle utterly liberating.

Then suddenly remembering her assignment from her Master, she focuses again on the task of researching stories. Ah yes, a character serving a man from her past as his concubine - now this is intriguing.

She loses herself in the story, without a concern for what may be happening in her dining room between her boyfriend of three years and this mysterious woman.

Then, "Dear pet, come to us!"

She is jolted out of the erotic story and back to reality.

Immediately, she rises and returns to the dining room entrance, looking downward, of course.

To her amazement, she finds Master's Lover down on her knees, servicing his great cock.

She averts her eyes, not out of jealousy, but in an effort not to intrude.

"You may watch us. Indeed, you must. And you may make eye contact, but do not speak," he says.

She raises her eyes slowly and meets his. He looks passionately and deeply into her eyes from across the room, while this beautiful, naked, red-haired woman kneels before him, holding the base of his cock in one hand and sucking the head and upper half of his shaft with great purpose.

Camila's focus remains on the action, although she feels his eyes still looking at her. She returns her gaze to his face and they lock eyes once again. He is moaning with pleasure from this woman while looking into his slave's eyes.

She is overcome with passion and lust.

Already in a state of arousal from the fictional story she was reading, she feels the pussy that he owns throbbing and oozing wetness, the nipples he owns erect and eager for a touch. She feels an overwhelming urge to caress the body, his property, but she dares not since he has not instructed her to self-touch.

So she stands there, naked, desperate, obedient, with every part of the body he owns aching for him, for them, for this scene before her.

He lifts the woman to bend her over the table with her legs spread and her fair, round ass pointing up and out for him.

"Come here, pet. Kneel beneath her and tend to her clit, as I fuck her from behind."

Without hesitation, and taking just a quick deep breath, Camila does as instructed. Kneeling like a pet under the table, while her Master's cock slowly enters this woman's wet pussy, she takes in her scent and then separates the labia apart with her fingers, exposing the woman's engorged clit. Her tongue makes contact with it, and Master's Lover groans with pleasure.

As Master's thrusts increase, Camila's pace and intensity increase as well. She is proud to be serving her Master's Lover for him, and wants with all her being for this woman to be completely satisfied, despite her own desperate need for release.

They continue like this for some moments, and then it happens. Master's Lover explodes with passion, and Camila imagines the woman's pussy clenching Master's cock during the contractions.

She imagines the pleasure he must be experiencing at that moment.

Then, pulling out of the woman's pussy, he says, "My slut, suck me now! Take my cock that is soaked from another woman's pussy and suck it like the slut you are are. Suck it like you've never sucked a cock before!"

She vigorously sucks her Master's rock hard cock, savoring the smell and taste of his lover's sex all over it. The pussy he owns is aching painfully with desire, and the thighs he owns become slick from the wetness pouring from Master's pussy.

Nothing matters more in this moment than his pleasure, and she sucks him with great vigor.

"My slave!" he yells as he embarks on what is an almost violent orgasm. His cock is wild in her mouth, and he unloads his come, spraying deep into her throat.

She proudly swallows her Master's seed, feeling overcome with a tremendous sense of satisfaction and pride in having served her Master and his lover so well - despite the painful ache between her legs.