Synopsis
: This series chronicles the real life of a true sub and fucktoy. It tells how she is controlled and obeys to please her Master, and serve her purpose for and to guys. She willingly accepts her instructions, as well as the objectification and use that comes with it. Why, you may ask? Because she knows the reason she is female, has her looks, her body, her holes is to please men --- and that is how she gets her pleasure, satisfaction.
To be clear, this is not fiction, not fantasy. The people, activities and events are all true, and recounted to the best of the Author's recollection. The accounts are written by her Master, but convey her thoughts and feelings. For obvious reasons, some names, locations and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.
In this first installment, the backstory is told. It lays the groundwork about her and how she got to where she is now. Subsequent installments are, basically, journal entries that detail how she served her purpose and was used, on a per instance basis. All entries and information are made with her knowledge and consent.
We both understand our relationship and situation is unique, and many will discount it as fake, fantasy, fiction or roleplay. Quite frankly, we don't care and any negativity will not impact us or what we choose to do. However, comments - good, bad and indifferent - are welcomed and encouraged.
The Backstory
First, a little about her so you can paint a picture in your mind. Currently, she is late 20s and petite - a little over 5 foot and about 105 pounds, with brown, straight hair that cascades to just below her shoulders. Measurements are 34B-24-32. Her tits are especially firm, nipples get protrude maybe a quarter inch when properly aroused, and she always keeps her pussy clean shaven. A unique tidbit you will find more interesting later is that she, quite literally, cannot cum from being fucked. The only way is from having her pussy -- and especially clit -- toyed with on the outside. Also, she has been trained that she may only cum when allowed or told, and that she must wait or ask for permission from her Master to cum, even if it means edging for a very long time and difficult for her to not cum.
We first "met" in 2013-14 when she was about 20 and I was mid-50s. Yes, there is that age difference and dynamic, but at the time, we didn't know how much of a difference. We met on an online Adult site that hosted chatting. (I don't remember the name of the site) People created a profile that told some information about themselves, including their interests and kinks. You could then search for those with similar interests and strike up a conversation or could just wait to be approached by someone.
I honestly don't remember how we discovered each other, but we began messaging and the more we did, the more we found our similarities --- that she liked (wanted) to be controlled like a sextoy and that I sought one to control, exploit and have used. We were both up-front about having no interest in roleplay/cybersex and, instead, both wanted those some things to play out in real time.
Because of personal things and lives, the control took place online and not in person. More specifically, it meant that she was given her instructions and tasks online, and then executed them for real and with/for real people. Obviously, a level of trust had been developed to the point she only told the truth, but I could discern if, in fact, she was being truthful.
Sure, there were times when the online relationship was challenging, but the attraction to each other and common interests made us work harder to overcome them and turn things into reality. We both equally looked forward to her receiving instructions and then reporting on them afterwards. It wasn't longer before we moved away from that website and email to a chat program - Skype. It not only made it easier to talk, but allowed us to be more readily accessible from home, work and when out.
Since Skype worked on a cell phone, as well as laptop, she was able to "talk" with her Master while she was completing tasks. It not only let her keep her Master updated and him able to provide additional instructions, she could relay what was happening to and with her, what she was thinking, feeling, thinking. And, as you will see in future entries, that include while she was actually being fucked.
Things started out mostly with clothing control. However, let me explain that. I'm sure many guys have the fantasy of being able to dress a female like a stripper, but that's really not reasonable or realistic to do for real. Instead, the clothing chosen was things that made her eye candy and displayed her body for guys to see and enjoy. Tops were low-cut or undone extra, as well as tight, thin and/or sheer. Skirts were upper-thigh in length and stretchy so they would ride up and shoes were typically 4 or 5 inches tall with stiletto heels. Sometimes thigh-high stockings were worn, sometimes ankle socks and sometimes nothing. And speaking of nothing, she was trained that panties and a bra were not to be worn under clothes, unless directed. Without them, she not only felt exposed, but reminded she was controlled. Panties still are never worn and a bra is rarely worn. When one is, it is usually a shelf bra that lifts her tits up, but leaves her nipples uncovered so they are noticeable through tops..
To take advantage of how she was dressed --- and her --- she was trained early on to not only do those little things like bending and leaning to expose still more of her ass and tits, but to divert her eyes as much as possible, so guys could get long, lingering looks and not have to sneak quick glances. That same protocol was applied whether someone was looking at her from a distance or standing right in front of her. And if she was complemented on how she looked or was dressed, she was taught that the proper response was to thank the man and add that she is happy she was able to please him. And, given we used Skype,she would not only tell me what she saw and guys said and did, but receive additional instructions as to what to say and do.
Clothing control was for work, shopping and general activities, as well as specific instances where the only purpose was to put her and her body on display in public for the leering eyes of guys. Dressing her for weekly trips to places like Target and Wal-Mart became the norm, the expected. While she walked the aisles shopping, guys would watch -- even follow - her, enjoying how much of her body was exposed and hoping to see still more, which she would when she knew a guy was blatantly looking and not just stealing quick glances.
Given she worked in an office setting with a limited number of people who were all men, work proved to be an interesting and exciting juxtaposition between her personal and private personas. Obviously, there was a fine line that could not be crossed, but it was most definitely pushed and she was tested.