Sining Into Love

Back then, I was not a submissive toy for her.

We met at the College. I saw her first at the Math course, which I disgust.

I told my friend that she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. With her brown hair and white skin, she mesmerized me at the first sight. I wanted to meet even though I knew that I had no chance to be with her. Since we had a couple of shared classes and spare times, we became friends soon after we met. But unfortunately she had a boyfriend. I was a naive 19 year-old boy, being in the friendzone was OK for me. I was enjoying company of a gorgeous woman.

As I said, I wasn't a submissive back then. Or, I had not realised yet. But I became an orbiter for her very easily. I was doing her homework when she is enjoying outside with her bf, or paying the food. We never spoke about it. It was just -happened. She never told me to do her homework, for example. She was just saying that her bf was waiting for her and she had to do this stupid homework, and I offered her to do homework -and occasionally, for her bf's too. Just knowing that she's happy was enough for me.

I was thinking that this is true love, and eventually she will love me too.

Her bf was studying in a different college, so we met almost after one year. I already made some of his homeworks, but he never care about me. Obviously he was a selfish bastard and sooner or later my dear friend will realize that too.

Whole college was went like that. I was making everything for her, and she was enjoying. Sometimes she was asking me to clean her shoes if it's dirty, and sometimes I was cleaning it even before she asks. My money was always our money. She did not even asks for money, she had my credit card in her purse.

But, we were keeping this side of our relationship in a secrecy. None of our friends knew our weird friendship.

I never had a girlfriend. A couple of time I tried, but she made me understand that she didn't like them. So I had to break up. It wasn't a problem since my true love is her.

Her name is, Emma. And here I am, Steve.

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Her name was Emma. And she was my angel.

After we graduate, I got a well-paying job and moved to a flat close to my office. But it was far away from the city center. Emma failed to find a job for more than six months. Since I was working in a full-time job, and she was in a little depression, we rarely saw each other for months.

Around new year, Emma called me with a cheering voice. She told me that she finally got a job. Her office was very close to my home. Eventually, we were getting close again.

We met at that weekend and celebrated the news. I felt that I am her best friend. Even though she is a little bit spoiled, I was OK with that. After all, I was in love with Emma for more than four years.

She was coming to my home sometimes, after the job. Her house -which she was living with her parents- was almost 40 kilometers away from her office, and it was a pain to go home in the rush hours. After we relaxed together for a couple of hours, I was driving her to home.

Emma was still together with her arrogant boyfriend. But, in all of those years, I saw him 10 times at most. It was same when she started working. They were meeting at the weekends mostly.

Soon after, she started to stop by my house almost everyday. After dinner -which I prepared- I was driving her home. One day, I asked about her boyfriend. I was curious is he jealous of her coming to my home everyday. Emma said that "Paul doesn't know that I'm coming to you every day." I asked why, but she didn't replied.

We were getting more comfortable every day in the home. Back at the school, we never had a space which we can be alone. But now, every day we were alone and together. And eventually, she started to stay in my home occasionally. I was preparing breakfast and dinner for her. I gave her my own bed. She was just enjoying the comfort.

One night, we were sitting at the sofa together. Actually, I was sitting and she was leaning. She touched my arm with her bare foot and said "Can you massage my feet?" I didn't even wait to grab her wonderful feet gently.

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It was the first time that I realized it's almost the first time I was able to touch her that long. After almost five years. Five. Years.

Before that night, we were barely touching each other. And I was never aware of that. Five years of my life was spent like that. I felt broken.

But, Emma's soft feet on my hands made me feel wonderful at the same time. I was thinking that I was very close to get her. After waiting five years, she will be MY GIRLFRIEND.

But it never happened.

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When I was rubbing her feet, Emma looked into my eyes and said "I decided to move here If it's OK for you." I immediately replied:

"It will be great. I already have a spare room. Just buy a bed and a wardrobe, and that's all. My home is yours."

"But I don't have that much money right now. Can you buy them for me? And spare room is so small for me. I will take the living room. And if you move to small room, we can turn your bedroom to our new living room."

I'll admit that I felt abused. But the idea of living with my princess suppressed this abusement. I accept all of them.

I gave her my credit card, just like our school years. And she bought everything she needed. A king-size bed, a huge wardrobe, new flat TV, and lots of other things. I never think about paying the debt since I was feeling great with her company.

By the way, we never spoke about that but I knew that Emma was having a hard time with her boyfriend, Paul. I was hoping that soon they will broke up, and she will be mine.

I was taking care of all the errands in the house. I was cleaning her room, preparing food, paying the bills and the rent etc. Everything you can think of was under my responsibility. I didn't even ask about any of them. Seeing that Emma is comfortable, happy and spoiled making me fell in love with her even more. And she was really comfortable with all of those. She never acted like she had to clean her room, or pay the rent. It was just my duty.

But, it was getting hard day after day. She was becoming more demanding each day. I was waking up one hour before her each day for weeks, but just one day I fell asleep and she yelled at me because the breakfast was not ready.

That night, Emma called me to her room. She was sitting at the edge of the bed. She told:

"Steve, you are not stupid. You are aware of what's going on. To be honest I wasn't planned this. But I am enjoying too much, and I can see that you are enjoying too. Let's be honest, you are my slave. If you are not OK with that, we can call it over. And I will move back to my parents. But I know that you are fine."

Emma raised her foot to me.

"To make it clear, get down on your knees and start kissing my foot."

I was in shock.

Of course I was aware of what's going on, but it wasn't exactly what I was expecting at the end. All I thought was being her boyfriend. But, now she wanted me to be her slave.

I replied:

"What do you say Emma? You are my best friend. I was just being good to you because...."

I wanted to say that "... because I love you." But I am not a brave man. Instead, I said, after a short break:

"...because you are my closest friend and I don't want to lost you."

"Don't play the stupid, Steve. I know that you are in love with me for all of those years. I didn't say anything because you were serving me well. I never force you to do anything for me. You did what you did and never complained, right? And after I move in with you, I started enjoying it more than before. Seeing you do all the chores for me, trying desperately to make me happy, felt great. I am not saying that you are great. I mean having a servant. And it's not great because you do all those things for me. I feel powerful around you, because you feel week around me. I own you for too long, and you know it. Now, start kissing my feet as a vow bonds you to me, or I will leave tomorrow morning and we will never see each other again. "

I was shaking, literally. It was the first time that she spoke to me with that commanding voice, and I could not do anything. I could not think anything.

I fell on my knees, approach her feet, and started kissing it slowly. She laughed.

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"Do you remember first time I asked you to do something for me? I do, it was our first year in college. I forgot my mobile at the restaurant. When I said it was too far away and I don't want to miss the lecture, you instantly said "I will get it for you". I offered nothing, I didn't even say thank you. But you were happy to do something for me. Since that day, I know who you really are. I never needed anything sexually, but for everything else you were there. I never forced you to do something for me, you gave yourself to me. Don't you remember? I always thought that after the college we will be separated anyhow and why not enjoy until then? Being a roommate was not a plan. After I started to come here I realized that having a servant in the home is great. So l decided to make it official.

"I am not going to list any stupid rules or else, Steve. Everything will be same. You will do whatever I want, that's all. I don't want anything in your life that distracts you. NO girlfriend, NO friends, NO family, NOT EVEN computer games. You have to take my permission to do any of them, at least 2 days before. Just think what a loyal servant should do for his mistress, and follow your instincts for the rest. You are born to be a servant, Steve. Better accept it quickly.

She raised from the bed, stood up in front of me, and started to brush my hair with her soft touch.

"Don't be afraid, I won't ask you anything you don't want to do. And you can leave anytime you want. But I know that you won't.

Nothing much changed after that night. For a couple of months.

I was keeping her happy, and Emma was keeping my credit card. I never asked her how much she spends or else. Also, I was paying rent and bills too. So, I barely had money anything outside of the house.

I was barely seeing my friends and family, once or twice in the month. I said them that my job is so demanding and I had to work overtime. At the same time, Emma was doing whatever she wants. I never asked her where she was when she's late. I never asked her about her boyfriend or else.

Our foot worshipping sessions were became standard. After a couple of days, she didn't even asked me. After doing the dishes, I was automatically going to the living room and when she was watching TV, I was massaging her foot, with my lips and tongue.

There were nothing sexual among us. She didn't even talked about it. But since I was not allowed to have a girlfriend, my only satisfaction was jerking off. And, the only woman I was dreaming of was Emma, of course. The love that bonds me to her became even stronger after I have become her slave. I did not even enjoy talking to other women. She was my one and only Goddess, which I devoted my life without doubt.

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One day, Emma went to meet his boyfriend, Paul. When she came back, she was crying. She went directly to her room, shut the door and started sobbing. I panicked, didn't know what should I do to calm her. I shouted "I am waiting here to do anything for you, Emma. Please don't cry"

After a while, she opened the door, grabbed my hair and dragged me to the middle of the room. I was on the floor, and she was kicking me with frustration. I didn't do anything to stop her, until she calms down.

When she was kicking me relentlessly, she was yelling like "you bastard, you are all same, how did you do that" etc. I had no idea what did I do to her. But when she calmed down a little and sat down to the floor, near me, she told me what was happened.

It turns out that Paul was cheating on her. Emma said:

"That bastard was cheating on me for months. I told him about you. Not the slavery, only the roommate thing. But it drove him crazy. He didn't believe that nothing is happening between us. Soon everything went ugly and he admitted that he had sex with lots of women since we see each other so rarely. I hate him. I hate all men. I hate you too, you stupid, ugly, disgusting shit!"

He kicked me right from my face. It hurt like hell, but I did not say anything, instead, I reached her feet with my lips, kissed them gently, and said "I am sorry for all men, Emma. I will do everything to help you get over it.

Emma laughed:

"Shut up shithead. You are doing everything for me already. You have to. But I don't care about what an ass clown is doing for me. Just shut the fuck up and do what you are doing."

I shut my mouth and did what I was doing. I kissed her foot with passion.

After a while, Emma suddenly spat on my face. When her saliva running down from my forehead, she said "It fits your face very well. I like it." and spat again. She was having fun, and I was feeling good actually. At least my princess was not crying.

She asked me:

"Why do you accept that? I don't understand. I will never have sex with you. In fact, it seems like you will never have sex with anyone. I treat you like shit, and enjoying it too much. But, what is your point? Why are you so pathetic?"

"I don't know Emma. I never think about it. It grew inside me, I think. Maybe, it was like the best way to be around you, and gradually became a habit. I don't know. Only thing I know for sure is that I love you, and do whatever you want me to do. "

She grabbed my throat and spat again:

"Then better be a good slave and make me happy, you pig. And don't wash your face until I say."

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"Then better be a good slave and make me happy, you pig. And don't wash your face until I say."

Before that night, I was feeling that we were still friends somehow. I was keeping her happy in any way possible, and she was enjoying it. But after her boyfriend cheated, she became nervous and I was there to relieve her. For a couple of days, we both took illness leave from the job and stay at the home.

It was like hell. I've beaten so many times without any reason. I was yelled at because I am a man and we all are shameless bastards etc. As a response I did nothing except serving her even more.

Third night, after a couple shots of vodka, she started sobbing and told me that she misses her boyfriend so much. Apparently the yesterday's cheating bastard became a romantic prince that have been misunderstood. I tried my chance to object her, but he responded me not with words, rather with lots of slaps and spits.

When she decided to drunk call her boyfriend, I was looking miserable. We were at the same house for three days, I had a couple of bruises on my body, and now my face is covered with her saliva. Luckily, no one answered the phone. She was crying out loud, and told me to leave her alone. I did not obeyed her this time and sat next to her, hugged her softly. She didn't resist, instead let herself go to my lap and cried until she fell asleep. I lay down the sofa, with Emma on my arms.

I've waited as still as possible until she woke up in the morning. I was thinking that finally we were bonded to each other emotionally. My dreams were about to come true. Months of insulting and humiliations worked. After all, hard work always pays off.

When she woke up, she looked at me with a little disgust. I realized that all the spit had dried in my face and beard and my face was a disaster. She told me to go wash my face and bring her a painkiller with a commanding voice. I washed my face and brought her painkillers. My next mission was preparing her breakfast, just like every other morning.

She was looking and behaving better that morning. I thought, the period of acceptance of her grief had started.

But I was wrong.

She took a quick shower, put on a makeup and dressed up --a little bit slutty. She had become from hangover-lady-with-pyjamas to the world's most beautiful women in just half an hour. Right before she left the home, told me "Clean up the house that you would eat your dinner off the floor and get lost before evening. Do not come back until I say."

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It was almost the midnight, and I was freezing outside. I had no money since all my accounts were directed to Emma's accounts and she never gave me enough money. I had to wander through the streets until the morning. There were no sign from Emma and I didn't know what should I do the entire night.

After she left in the morning, I cleaned up the whole flat, did the laundry and all other things you can think of. Around 3 pm I left the house, and since then wandering around the streets and waiting for her to call me. But, my phone was silent. And I was afraid to go home without her order.

But, I didn't have anywhere to go, so I headed back to home around 2 a.m.

I opened the front door carefully. Waking her up was a bad idea, but still better than freezing.

There were a different shoe in the shoe rack. A man's shoe was standing between Emma's sneakers and stilettos. I listened Emma's room, there were definitely a man sleeping with her. I felt a pain in my heart. Apparently, she made a peace with her boyfriend.

All the pain, all my service, my humiliation was useless.

All the love I felt was worthless.

I had spent my time, money and personality for someone who exploits me and gives nothing back. There wasn't even a chitchat for months. Only her orders, and my obedience.

And now, she was sleeping with someone who cheated her, made her cry for days. And I had to wait them in a freezing cold until morning.

It was a clear defeat for me. No one can imagine the frustration, the disappointment I felt in front of Emma's door. I was hearing those bastard's snoring noises and trying to hold myself from killing him with cold blood.

I decided to cut that bullshit. I was going to kick Emma out of the house by the morning. I was going to get my life in order, find a caring girlfriend and live happily.

I went to my room to warm and rest a little bit. It was the last miserable night of my life.

I couldn't sleep until the morning, the feeling of regret and frustration rushed through my veins and kept me awake.

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Around 9 am, I heard the some noises. A male voice said "Goodbye" and left the house directly. It was the time for me to sort things out.

Suddenly, my phone beeped. It was a text from Emma. It was obvious that she did not care about me at all. The freezing cold I exposed to was not a problem for me since she was fucking her cheating ex-boyfriend in a hot bed.

"Come quick and prepare my breakfast"

I get up from the bed. I felt anger in every inch of my body. Went to Emma's room, get into without knocking.

There she was, completely naked, lying in her bed face down, and I saw her beautiful legs, her amazing ass, side of her wonderful boobs and smooth skin.

My heart stopped.

I could not breathe.

Emma raised her head from the pillow and looked at me. She was shocked too. Now, after that many years, I can easily say that it was the right moment for a decent life for me, if I could say even one word.

But, she was so beautiful.

It was the first time that I saw her naked. Even fully dressed, even without makeup or else she was gorgeous. But naked, my friends, she was like not even from our world. I swear that if there would be any chance for us to have sex, I'd probably have a heart attack and die immediately.

She raised her head, looked at me. For a couple of seconds, there was a complete silence. Later on, her face had changed. she frowned and started to yelling at me:

"What the fuck are you doing you dumb-ass? What the fuck are you doing at home? How the hell can you enter my room without permission? How dare you? Are you retarded or just acting like one?"

She got up from the bed and come to me. I was standing still at the door. And now, I was seeing her breathtaking boobs too. She noticed what I am looking at, but instead covering or else, she came to me directly and slapped me very hard.