Dear Readers: This story was inspired by an unusually powerful flight of fancy.
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Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power! – Euripides
There are three things that cannot remain hidden for long- the sun, the moon, and the truth about one's slavish nature- quote attributable to Buddha and, of course, Otis!
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Ortiz had everything a man could want by the time he met Chloe. At 32, he had completed his MBA, joined an investment firm, and was steadily rising up the ranks with reasonably good prospects for making partner.
Now he awoke to find himself handcuffed and shackled to the mattress in her guest bedroom.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased as she poured baby oil on his morning erection which left to its own devices would have needed no further encouragement from her.
It had been three weeks since she had persuaded him to enter this "arrangement" with her, eschewing his clothing and any semblance of dignity, permitting her to take incrementally bigger steps to humiliate him in front of her friends.
By now he had grown accustomed to her walking him naked through the "dog park" set up in Hermann Park in the early morning air while it was still cool. The "dog park" was a new attraction set up by Parks and Recreation for Dominants to display and train their leashed pets. The dog park also served as an educational facility for members of the general public who were curious enough to observe the transformation of admitted submissives into slaves and beasts of burden.
At first he felt terribly violated by the prospect of strangers, men and women, observing his turgid genitals bobbing while she was leading him around by the leash. But under Chloe's patient guidance, he was becoming comfortable in his nudity, not only accepting it but gradually forgetting how he would have presented himself in any other way.
And so on this morning, like every other morning, he awoke chained to this mattress, having to hear her mocking voice remind as she did every morning of his weakness of will and obvious inferiority of character as she slowly stroked his engorged cock to its inevitable orgasm before a pay for view audience watching on-line.
He longed to make love to her but she would have no part of it. She dismissed the idea, telling him she could not sully herself with the semen of such a wretched subhuman as he who had so easily allowed himself to be degraded by her.
To reinforce the point she brought men home on two separate occasions. These were free men, handsome, strong, and still worthy of a woman's respect. It gave her great pleasure to force him to watch her surrender to their unbounded virility while he was handcuffed and shackled and helpless to do anything but watch the spectacle forced upon him.
Ortiz could still remember how he had gotten into this situation. He had met at her at a single's party and found her irresistible. He had succumbed to the seething sensuality lurking behind her penetrating, mesmerizing brown eyes and vaguely dangerous countenance. They began going out going out to dinner, going out with friends, his and hers.
As he found himself looking forward to spending more and more time with her, she told him of her involvement in the world of BDSM and how it enriched her life. They would sit for hours on the sofa smoking reefer and drinking wine as she told him in rich detail of the men and women she had trained for a lifetime of slavery.
"Submissives find their freedom in slavery," she told him.
"And Dominants such as myself find their life's fulfillment in freeing a submissive from his or her inhibitions and relieving them of the exhausting pretense of self-respect."
He found the sexual charge in her kisses overwhelming but every time he pressed her for the next level of intimacy, she told him she wasn't yet ready to have that kind of physical relationship with him.
Ortiz remembered the first time she took him to a munch in Bellaire.
He was amazed to see a coterie of beautiful women unabashed in their nudity, sashaying around the house, wearing nothing but collars, leashes and high heel shoes, serving the guests alcoholic drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and, if requested, acts of spirited sexual submission.
Chloe introduced him as her current boyfriend to her good friend, Caroline. Caroline, who was hosting the event, was elegantly dressed and presented a demeanor of self-assurance and authority.
Ortiz imagined he saw Caroline smile and wink at Chloe. Through the corner of his eye, he saw one of the male guests lead a female slave upstairs by her leash, presumably to a bedroom.
He excused himself to go mix himself a drink. As he entered the kitchen he was taken aback to see evangeline leaning against the custom kitchen island, the crack of her butt flush against the corner of the marble counter. She had been the lead administrative assistant of one of the principals at his firm and had disappeared from the office suddenly and unannounced some four months earlier.
He had always been strongly attracted to her and had asked her out maybe on three separate occasions but she always politely rebuffed him.
Now she was standing before him, fully exposed and in all ways perfect, helplessly ensnared like a fish caught in a net. She was absolutely splendid in her nudity, her petite frame well defined, her body taut and firm, possessed of firm perky breasts and long flowing black hair.
She smiled when she recognized him and his loins began to stir as he considered the possibilities. He thought to shake her hand but threw all caution to the wind as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her, feeling the heat grow between them. She offered no resistance. At once he was intoxicated by her delicate fragrance, awakening his ardor.
Ortiz puzzled over the ethical and carnal conundrum laid out before him. He had been spending all of his free time with Chloe but she had been, up to now, clearly disinterested in his physical advances. And now here was evangeline, his former co-worker, who had consistently rebuffed him in the past but now appeared to be available to him.
At that moment, Chloe walked in and quickly sized up the situation.
"No worries, Ortiz. She's nothing more than a registered slave now, ready for the picking."
"But what about us, Chloe?"
"If you're going to run with me, my dear, you will need to give yourself permission to experience at least once what it's like to be an Owner, a Dominant, and this is just as good an opportunity as any.
"Now, take her into the living room so we can all watch her perform for you, or should I say perform with you."
Taking her leash in hand, Ortiz led evangeline, the once and future object of his desire, out of the kitchen and into the living room where the party had been congregating. The thought of being able to fully impose his will on her without apology generated for him mental images exponentially more powerful than Santa Clause bringing a cocaine equivalent down the chimney at Christmas.
