This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I have been working on chapter 2, and will gladly submit it if anyone has an interest in seeing the story continued.
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Rock hard in all the right places, he stood naked in the center of the living room and turned towards me as I shut the door. He was adorable. Shy, he seemed slightly embarrassed when my glance deliberately fell on his thickening cock. Dark, smoldering eyes with just a hint of cockiness devoured me as I slowly removed my heels, one at a time. I rubbed my silk covered toes and moaned lightly. His eyes burned my flesh as I walked across the deep pile carpet. I stopped; my lips just inches from his massive chest as I looked up into his eyes.
"you are looking at Me!" I whispered gently with a smile.
"Yes!" he replied, his deep, sensual voice sending a shiver down my spine.
"Yes!" I said slowly circling my new toy.
He was gorgeous! Broad shoulders tapered to a slim waist and, his legs were long and muscular. A smattering of dark curls graced his well defined chest and I let my eyes follow the path laid before me. Watching him stir as my eyes settled on his growing cock, I felt my desire to possess him tingle deep inside me. Continuing on behind him, I admired his nicely shaped ass and reached out to run a delicate hand softly along its curve, one long painted nail leaving a faint red line.
"Yes...what?" I asked, striving for just the right degree of authority and, grasping his cheek firmly for just a moment, I returned to stand in front of him.
His deep brown eyes held the promise of long pleasurable hours as he looked down into My eyes.
"Yes Mistress!...So sorry Ma'am" he said with just a touch of insolence.
Reaching up to capture his manly chin in my tiny hand, I held his gaze, the heat in my deep green eyes matching his with a sudden intensity that shook me to my core.
"Do not ever call me Ma'am!" I whispered.
Turning from him, I began to unbutton the red silk blouse that clung to my curves, and then shrugged out of it while seductively glancing over my shoulder.
"What are you called slave boy?" I asked, my back still turned to him. "I would know what to call you besides slave."
My leather skirt quickly followed my silk blouse until I stood before him. My nipples hardened as his eyes latched onto my tits.
"They call me the dima Mistress." he answered me proudly, dark brown eyes begging to please me. "I have been trained to please and protect"
"We shall see, dima," I replied, turning to face him, clad now in my garter and black silk stockings, my nipples hard as I ran a nail down the thick length of his throbbing prick "We shall see"
I reached for the crop I kept beside the bar, and bade him to come kneel before me.
"Please Mistress!" he quickly complied with my order. "You will not need that! I am well trained in my duties and vow to serve you well!"
Slipping the circlet around his neck, I clasped it loosely and gave an experimental tug. It held well and though the huge man on his knees before me did not move at the slight pressure, I knew he would follow its command.
"I see in your eyes that streak of the rebel dima." I answered him softly, running my fingertip lightly across his bare chest. "This chain will remind you of your vow to serve me well and you will wear it until the day I deem you trained to My satisfaction and give you the option to remove it.
"You will find me an easy Mistress but do not ever consider me soft. There will be rules for you to learn and I will expect your compliance in all things. You will find my rewards for good behavior to be generous and my punishment for bad, swift and sure. Do you agree?"
He hesitated before answering and I felt a surge of panic race through my body. We had been building up to this point for months, taking things slowly since this was new to both of us. He was to be my slave. My first slave and I wanted this, wanted him for my own. However, he had to surrender himself to my control by his own free will. I could not force him to stay though my body and soul cried out in frustration at the thought of letting him go. One delicate foot tapped on the floor, a clear sign of my displeasure.
"Decide now!" My voice, hardly more than a whisper, seemed to echo in the large chamber, "Stay, and wear my collar, or find the door."
I swiftly pulled the collar from his neck, and turned from him.
"Please Mistress, put it back on." Catching the desperate catch in his voice, I slowly turned around, the strap of leather hanging from my perfectly manicured fingertips.