The first week of full control
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Chapter 7.
The contract explained.
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After the day I'd had, leaving the bathroom door open to shower didn't seem like such a big deal. But it was just as well I was pretty warm blooded, because the bathroom, though tasteful, was as bare as my bedroom. The shower had only a single transparent, fixed glass screen to stop the water splashing everywhere. Even that was set at right angles to the door, so there was an uninterrupted view from the hallway right into the shower. I could even see the front door, so it was pretty obvious what that meant.
In all my naked escapades at home and elsewhere, I'd invariably dress once I'd let off steam. Now I realised I'd no longer have that luxury. I'd seen Sam go in the direction of my room while I was showering, but I didn't want to make her wait by going to check if I was right. So once I dried off, all I had to do was walk back down the hallway to see her as I'd been instructed. Being a naked boy certainly saved time.
Sam indicated silently for me to kneel at her feet as she half reclined in her usual spot.
She had me slide in until her hand was easily able to rest on my head. I could see a document with a lot of fine print open on her iPad.
"It's odd, even after he'd been living here for months, I never once felt the desire to take control of Tony the way I do with you after a single day. I know it's early days yet, but I want to amend something in our contract."
As she began to read, she stroked my hair. The sensation was both comforting and humiliating, but I couldn't say which feeling was dominant.
"This contract is between Samantha Smit-Wesseling and Andre Cuypers, hereafter referred to as owner and tenant, bla bla bla....
"Look you can read through this if you want to, but basically there are pretty standard clauses about rent, damages, and reasons to annul the contract.
The relevant bit relates to why I'm agreeing to waive rent, and assist you with buying your own property in a year or so from now. I've amended it because I want you to be part of an experiment - something that would be very useful to me. I want you to agree to be fully controlled by me for a trial period of 3 months."
"What does full control mean?"
"Do you trust me enough to accept that I will do that in a way that respects your boundaries and will do you no harm? I can write it all down in here-" She tapped the screen with her nail. "..but doesn't mean much if you don't trust me."
My head was spinning again. "What are you actually asking me Samantha?"
She sighed, looking thoughtful for a moment. Finally she sat up, allowing her hand to stop its slow head stroking and come to rest on my shoulder.
"You remember the online group I told you about? The one where I met Tony?"
It seemed more like weeks than hours since she'd told me, but I wasn't likely to forget that.
"Yes, of course. The chat group."
"Well it was a little more than that. More a side project of mine, for like minded women to find men who share a particular fetish and are willing to take it seriously."
"What fetish is that?" I had the feeling I already knew the answer.
"You know me well enough by now Andre," she said, her other hand coming to rest on the back of my neck. "I'm not a woman who lets anyone tell her what to do, least of all men. Turns out there are plenty of men of all ages looking for exactly that. Of course there are professional escorts out there offering domination and every flavour of SM you can think of. But my interests are rather more refined and they don't cater to the male fantasy version of submission. Men have gotten away with centuries of objectifying women. That inequality is still baked into us to this day. The crap we have to put up with, and half the time you don't even know you're doing it."
I went to speak but she silenced me with a look. "Yes, even you Andre. I've heard the way you talked about some of the women at work. So, I set up a group primarily to find other women. Firstly to find out if I was the only one who thought being dominant with men meant exactly that. Controlling them, enjoying their bodies, humiliating them and setting rules putting our own pleasure first. In other words, objectifying them as they have done to us.
"And now I know there are a lot more of us than I ever imagined. I met dozens of women who live in full time sub/dom relationships with their boyfriends. One woman who particularly inspired me told me she refused to be with any man who wasn't into being in a submissive CFNM relationship. She told her potential partners on the first date to take it or leave it.
"These women had ostensibly normal, loving relationships with their men, but they'd found a way to go through the looking glass and invert the usual male/female dynamic in a way that was entirely of their own making. I've spent the last couple of years formulating my own philosophy about what submissive relationships actually are, and I've come to realise it's as much an emotional need as a sexual one. These men seek out women who allow them be weak and vulnerable when they're safely out of society's gaze. And being men, they sexualise their emotions like they do everything else.
"So when you came out about your interest in CFNM last night, it actually made perfect sense to me. Which brings me to the experiment. Seeing your behaviour inside just these few hours has only strengthened my conviction that being submissive is only partly to do with the gender of the dominant. For some men, a male dominant would be out of the question, but I've come across plenty of examples where the sub has been compelled to let his dominant wife or girlfriend blur the lines for her own amusement. Men have their own hangups and insecurities about themselves and their bodies, and what can be more loving than a wife giving her husband a way to work through them?"
She was gripping my neck tighter as she spoke, clearly inspired by her specialist subject.
"There was this one woman whose husband had a very respectable job representing a large professional group in the building industry. After years of marriage he finally confessed to his wife he had a cuckolding fantasy. She came to my group looking for advice, but once she told me about their sub average sex life up to that point-" Here she held up the pinky of her left hand and wiggled it in front of me.
"It seemed pretty obvious. She'd been settling for his well intentioned attempts at satisfying her, and here was the perfect set-up where'd they both get what they wanted. So she found herself a younger lover, and over time developed a fascinating triangle. Friends, albeit unequal, because on the weekends her lover came to stay, her shrimp-dicked husband would end up in the corner of the room, watching them fuck. I was never prouder of one of my students than when she told me she'd decided she could take it so much further.
After some private negotiation with the young man, he agreed to let her husband lick her juices off his 20 centimetre long penis. Shrimp dick resisted, but not for long. Turns out he's an excellent cocksucker too.
"So to find someone of your sexuality so willing to obey a woman makes you a fascinating subject. I can't wait to see just how far I can take things with you.
