My first story "
Punished for Taking what Belonged to Master
" was so well received that I have developed it into a series of short stories. Each with a different adventure of the d/s couple. This intro has minimal sex, but lays the groundwork for the rest of the series. Feedback is always welcome.
The Penthouse 1 - Intro: Who am I?
Who am I? I am a: cisfemale, college educated, self employed, computer software geek. I troubleshoot major computer programs, debugging and stress testing them before they go into production. Occasionally I get called to debug a production program that is having issues. Mostly I work from home, though occasionally I have to go to a client's offices, especially when something major crashes. I am well known and respected in my field, and have turned down a career at almost every major software company. I like being independent, being my own boss, choose what I want to do, not bound to corporate rules expectations and requirements.
Except . . .
I am my Master's obedient slut, his submisive, his fuck toy, his anal whore, his cock sucker and whatever else he wants me to be. I proudly wear his collar. It is a wide, heavy, studded black leather one at home. A more modest burgundy collar when out in public or visiting clients. Nothing makes me happier or more fulfilled than knowing I have served and pleased my Master. Master is a somewhat sadistic BDSM top. I am a very submissive bottom with masochistic tendencies. That is the basis of our relationship.
I am not a slave. I have no contract, no written obligation other than Master's rules. Technically and legally I am free to leave. However, I am where I belong and where I want and need to be. I can't imagine being as happy anywhere else.
I am 30 something, never married, no children. I just missed the Olympic swim team in college by tenths of a second. Coach said too much boob drag. I still swim ten miles a week. I'm 5' 8" 140 pounds, a 35C cup, with waist length red hair. I have a hood piercing with a 12 gauge jeweled barbell When I attend Master's business events, I've heard people refer to me as a "trophy wife" based on my appearance and carriage. We are neither married nor engaged. Master says the ring on my finger is like the collar around my neck, a sign of his ownership and commitment.
I mentioned that I am a cisfemale. My pronouns with Master is "slut" I do not use: I, me, my, mine in oral or other conversations with Master, it is slut. Master follows that same pattern. For Master my name and pronouns are not Angie or you, it is "My slut" or more common, just "slut" I have gotten used to switching between work verbiage and Master's, no major slip ups with clients, yet. Of course it is Master or Sir. Similar with my body parts, I don't have breasts or a vagina, they are Master's tits and cunt.' A little confusing is "Master's ass." It may have either my tongue or Master's cock in it depending on which one is being referred to.
Master is a cismale, about 40 years old, 6' 4", somewhere around 200 lbs., as they say "broad in the shoulders but narrow in the hips," He tries but no longer a six pack guy. Sir, dresses to the right. Above average in cock size, but as I've learned it isn't the size, it is knowing how to use it and Master is in fact a master at that. He is a partner, and CFO of a large tech firm which is how we first met. I saved their reputation by a quick fix of a critical, but poorly tested, software product. He invited me to dinner as a "Thank you" and I never left.
We live in a top floor penthouse. It has three bed rooms upstairs: his, mine, and the "play room." The Penthouse includes a nice terrace with a hot tub and high tec swim pool. My office is in the great room along with the living, dining and kitchen areas.