robert was adjusting to his new station on life sitting at the feet of Chloe his former girlfriend and current Mistress and Owner, being exhibited naked, collared, and leashed at the numerous munches she took him to, relishing each and every humiliation her creativity could dish out. Under her cruel and yet compassionate tutelage, he came to crave every measure and dollop of contempt and derision her friends and professional colleagues could heap upon him at these social gatherings that characterized Houston in the 2020's.
Chloe and her circle of friends gradually wore him down, deconstructed his ego, convinced him that he deserved nothing better than to crawl and grovel at the feet of the nouveau riche glitterati in attendance who were now just beginning to profit from the newly emerging slave trade.
His friends, of course, had tried to warn him about her. They told him she was a temptress and worse. There were rumors that she was active as a slaver, that she was like Circe of ancient Greek mythological lore, well practiced in the art of turning foolish men into foolish animals. But he longed to wear a woman's collar, and so he was attracted to her like a heavy falling object is attracted to gravity.
In part robert was a product or, more to the point, a victim of the times in which he lived.
As the New Order was swept in by the final and complete collapse of traditional capitalism around 2018, the New Order swept in a New Normal which, in turn, swept in an intractable underclass consigned to the ranks of the permanently unemployed.
robert could no longer hide behind the façade of living a confident independent life. Unable to conceal his submissive tendencies, it was inevitable that he would find a beautiful strong woman to betray him.
After all there were simply not enough jobs out there to provide for the able bodied population and in this Brave New World with its zero sum sensibilities a committed cadre of thrill seeking opportunistic individuals like Chloe had been deputized by the state to hunt down submissives like himself, hiding among the free citizenry.
It was in the best interests of the Common Good to round up those who were weak-willed and slave-natured, get them off or keep them off the precipitously shrinking employment rolls, register them into sexual slavery for the pleasure and amusement of those for who could still work and afford to buy a living and breathing source of entertainment at auction.
Tortured and riddled by his undeniable submissive kinks, he came around to accept Chloe's insistence that did not deserve to take a promising career away from someone else who was better equipped to think for themselves and make their own choices in life.
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robert could still dimly remember that point in their relationship when things took a turn. They were beginning to date. He was still posing as her equal and she was still posing a demure and undemanding social companion.
Chloe would take him to the straight and gay clubs she liked to frequent on lower Westheimer. robert observed that she was very popular, and he could not help but notice numerous guys of all persuasions making advances toward her. He sensed that she not only enjoyed the plethora of male attention but subliminally sent out the signals to attract it.
One evening after one such excursion to the clubs, they were cuddling on the couch. The wine she kept filling his glass with made him lightheaded and somewhat disoriented. She lit up a joint and in the soft glow stoked by her smoke, she radiated a beauty that was at once all consuming and yet unattainable. He longed to tell her of his depraved needs but he wasn't sure he could live with the consequences of disclosure.
After taking a drag or two, her tongue at first tentatively then forcefully found his tongue and coaxed it into submission. She grinned from ear to ear each time she shot-gunned the marijuana smoke into his lungs. Each time she kissed him his heart raced with a mix of high desire and foreboding anxiety.
As he gradually began to relax, he felt his unspoken submissive fantasies beginning to swell the instrument nestled inside his slacks. She admired and stroked the softened features of his face. He began to give himself permission to be drawn into the net of her sexual energy knowing full well he was recklessly wading into dangerous and uncharted waters.
"You know when we're alone together like this, you're free to tell me anything you like," she remarked.
"I won't judge you too harshly," she chuckled with just the slightest trace of sarcasm.
"You know you're safe here with me," she whispered in his ear.
The silence between them was deafening. She was waiting for his confession.
At long last, he blurted it out, "Chloe, I'm a submissive."
It felt good to let it out. The weight of carrying this dark and dreadful secret all these years suddenly fell off his shoulders.
"It's going to be alright, robert.
"I think I've always known that about you," she said, doing her best to console him at this pivotal moment, gently rubbing his neck and shoulders.
"Now it's my turn to reveal a secret.
"Do you know why I became a slaver?"she queried him.
She always kept him off balance when they were together. Maybe that was what had always attracted him to her.
"When I was a child, my teachers taught me about how my people were forcibly put in chains to work out on the plantations in the Antebellum South.
"Instead of being horrified I seemed to have developed a fascination and arousal for the historical accounts.
"Well, you know, being a woman of mixed race, I had always been drawn to the idea of turning the tables on history so to speak.
"Whatever do you mean by that, Chloe?"
"I came to think about how cool it would be to be a proud black female slave holder owning white male slaves.
"What a rush of power it would be to enslave and own other people!
"That is why I so very much love these times, being deputized by the State, having the legal right and moral duty to enslave, own, sell others."
robert found himself irresistibly drawn to and powerless to resist that twisted part of himself that was excited by her outrageous revelations.
The thought of finally finding someone to whom he could surrender his deepest secrets after a life-long journey of pretense and denial filled him with an equal measure of unleashed desire and dread. "Can I ask you a question, robert? Is it my imagination or do you get turned on when we go out and you see other men hit on me?"
Would she ever allow him to maintain his balance? It scared him to think she could see right through him.
"Come on, be honest with me", she needled him.
"Yes, I think so", he replied after a long pause.
"robert, could you allow yourself to watch other men make love to me?"
The drugged wine was already making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than his suddenly insistent libido which was beginning to cloud his judgment and instincts for survival.
"robert, I just asked you a question and I expect an answer.
"Do you fantasize about other men making love to me."
Robert's face turned crimson with embarrassment. He was busted.
"Admit it, you get pretty hot and bothered when you see me interacting with other men," she chided as she began to softly run her fingers over the crotch of his slacks, his cock hardening within its prison of cotton and polyester.
His head was beginning to spin as he summoned his courage to nod softly.
"I'm flattered you think of me that way," she smiled.
"You realize, of course, I will always be the powerful woman you can never have," she said, as she languidly undid the buttons on his shirt, pleasantly surprised to discover the soft body hair as she ran her hand down his chest.
"Give in to your slave nature, robert. Don't fight it. It's nothing for you to be ashamed of.
"Allow me to strip you bare of not only the clothes that cover your body but also the shackles of self-deception and self-loathing that you have been dragging around like a ball and chain behind your heretofore dreary and inauthentic life.
"I can promise you that the spiritual work we do together will not only enable you to accept and nuture the normalcy of your dirty little secret but, moreover, it will give you the strength to kneel before me and beg to be taken once and for all."
With that she undid his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled a raging hard-on out of his pants with the enthusiasm of a child unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.
"My, you are so beautiful," she said admiring his seven inch circumcised penis for the first time.
"You know of course, there is no turning back from this path, once taken," she said, as she reached in to caress his balls.
In short course, she had removed all of his clothes and had him lying naked and exposed next to her as they lie together on the sumptuous bear rug adorning the floor of her living room. She assessed his generous endowments, calculating the windfall he would eventually fetch for her at auction.
She assured him that everything would be alright as she got up and returned with one more lightly laced glass of wine, bringing it to his lips, urging him to drink. In her other hand was a red leather dog collar with a link chain leash dragging along the floor. Mischievously, she licked some of the wine she spilled off his chest and nipples.
"robert, you're going to have to get used to wearing my collar if you're going to be a part of my world.
"From now on, you will be permitted no sexual pleasure whatsoever without my collar or someone else's collar around your neck."
She placed the dark red collar around his neck, and they both laughed as the lock clicked securely, although his laughter was more nervous than hers.
"How does it feel wear my collar?"
"It's comforting to know that you own me, Chloe," he stuttered.
"You had better get used to this, robert, because there will be no turning back."
