A good slave is hard to find,. Even though I am a full-time Dominatrix, I did not have a slave. My life as a Dominatrix, although exciting, had become rather routine. I have an established client base of submissives to attend to my every need but I still found myself wanting something more. The drive to find that something more became insatiable, a constant distraction and source of frustration. What more could I want? I pondered that question until I realized that I wanted a different type of BDSM relationship. I wanted a Slave.
She is a wanton slut. She wants to e submissive but is too arrogant, so she plays the role of a submissive. Always in service to men while secretly desiring a woman. She is stunning. Tall, firm ample breasts, the perfect ass, flawless complexion, there was something about her. Of all the submissives I have met, she was different. She did not fall at my feet and I was intrigued. She made me have feelings I had never had before. I was a cauldron of emotion, frustration, anger, lust but most of all desire. I wanted to own her. I wanted to control her mind body and spirit. She was to be mine. I wanted her to understand me, to know me, to obey me. I wanted her to be my slave.
The mere thought of training her excited me in ways I never imagined. She became my muse. I would spend hours imagining how I would train her, the things I would do to her, the things she would do to and for me. Countless images would flash through my mind working me into a frenzy until I was a quivering mass of orgasmic energy. She would be my slave.
I studied her and I opened myself to her. I allowed her o see the essence of me. I started to learn her likes and dislikes and what turns her on. I learned that she likes to party like I like to party. I learned that she is serving a Dom who is willing to share. I learned that she did not understand the true meaning of service. After months of studying this bitch, she is finally available to me and she hesitated. This made me angry.
The more I thought about her not serving me, the angrier I got. Each time I saw her I grew a little angrier. I will make her come to me. I know what she needs and I am going to give it to her. One of her Dom's goals is to turn her into an extraordinary slut, a slut with no limits, a slut for all occasions. Right now she is being a slut with limits. That slut was making me a limit. That was the thought that enabled my anger to go to that creative place, and what I created was opportunity.
I rented a hotel room. When I entered the room I began to create an atmosphere for submission. I got my toys from their case. I put on the music. I called her Dom and asked him if they were available for consultation. Then I went into the bathroom to prepare. I wore lack platform stilettos, a black micro mini skirt, a black plunging halter no underwear. I emerged from the bathroom a BDSM Goddess ready to be worshipped.
When they arrived we all sat together for a drink. I told her Dom that I summoned them because I wanted to use his bitch. I wanted his slut to also be of service to me, if it is pleasing to him, of course. He pondered this for a moment, he did not want to share. He did not quite understand if he shared her with me he gets me too. Once I explained this to him he took her aside to explain it to her. She resisted.
How dare that filthy whore not want to serve me. I was livid and confused. Her Dom explained to me that she had never served a woman. She had never been with a woman and she was afraid. I started to understand and we started to ease her fears. We let her know that the needs of her Dom were first, she could trust me, her needs and wants would be met and most importantly she was safe. She agreed.
Her Dom whispered something to her. She paused, smiled and started looking at me. She walked slowly towards me and got on her knees. She put her head down. Eventually she looked up, asked if she could take my hand, and said, "Mistress Kyah, Nubian Goddess, it is my sincere desire to serve you. If you deem me worthy, and it is pleasing to you, I will serve you completely. Finally. I accepted and told her how much I wanted to make her my slave and how I look forward to training her. I leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, then I slapped her. I slapped her off her knees. I got on the floor and grabbed her by her hair. I turned her head slowly until we were making eye contact. I got as close to her face as I could so she could feel my breath.
"Lesson one bitch, never ever keep me waiting."
