--- This is the third part of the story and even though it can be read alone, I would recommend to read part one and two first ---
The next week was probably the most confusing time in my whole life. Sure was I crazy about Leila and sure she was not just amazingly hot but also her whole attitude attracted me. And probably did I fall already in love. However even though her dominance attracted me, the thought of me being owned by her was still kind of strange for me. Overall I just missed her terribly and could not really believe how quickly I had become addicted to her.
I jerked off every evening, thinking about our two magical encounters. My mind wandered back to our time together. She was sitting majestically on her bed with me kneeling in front of her. I felt her hand on the back of my head and how she forcefully drew me closer. I could feel her warm thighs, smell her pussy, taste her sweet juices and see her magnificent body lying shivering on the bed. I could feel her slaps and hear her lovely but strict voice when I had stopped pleasing her just for a moment. And like back then it turned me on incredibly. It was strange but I wished she would slap me now. I pictured the scene of me kneeling in front of her and jerking off under her dark and watchful eyes. She commanded me to slow down. Finally she allowed me to come on her magnificent feet. I came.
Afterwards I was always a little bit more rational and dismissed the idea to be owned by her as kind of ridiculous. It was an ongoing debate with myself but deep down I knew that I was going to willingly accept her offer. It was just too tempting, So much out of the ordinary which made me incredible curious as well.
Where is this beautiful woman going to take me on our journey? How will I change and what other sides does she have?
The whole week I did not see her a single time. Even though I was sitting in the library everyday and imagining her walking in any second. I got zero done on my thesis but to be honest I could not have cared less. I had more important thoughts on my mind.
Finally it was Friday and I had made up my mind. I wanted to give myself completely to her. I wanted to be a part of her life and was willing to be owned by her. Actually the idea to be hers and to do what she wanted turned me on incredibly.
In the afternoon I rushed to her apartment, rang the bell and waited. No answer. I kept ringing and waited for ten minutes before I decided to wait in the beer garden nearby. I almost downed a whole beer and had nothing else in mind than to tell Leila of my decision and more important to see her reaction. However also my next attempt was unsuccessful and I walked a couple of times around the block. Finally –it was already dark and around 10p.m.- I rang the bell again and after what felt like half an eternity, Leila opened the door. She just wore a tight short skirt and a bra. Her endless, velvet long black hair framed the probably most beautiful face I have ever seen.
She did not take too much notice of me and just walked straight into the living room. I closed the entrance door and followed her. The atmosphere was kind of tense. She sat in the only upholstered chair and as soon as I wanted to give her a kiss she moved her head back and gave me a sign to sit on the floor. I was a little bit shocked by her coolness but too much exited to get upset about it.
"I guess you have made up your mind, right? Just one thing beforehand, once decided I expect you to stick to your word." She looked me straight in the face with a determined expression.
"Yes I understand that. And yes I want to be yours! Leila, I realized that I need you and I am willing to do whatever you ask from me." Like so often when I am excited I was over enthusiastic.
"I am really glad that you decided this way" she said smilingly. We stood up and kissed deeply and passionately. Her tongue explored my mouth and our kissing made me so hot that I thought my pants are going to explode. She noticed and told me to get naked.
As soon as I stood naked, erected and fully to her attention in front of her chair, she informed me that "I will lay out some ground rules which will define our relationship from now on. Kneel directly in front of me." I did and she continued "The most important rule is that you have to obey me any time instantly and without hesitation. There will be things I discuss with you but as soon as I give you an order, I do not want you to question it. Is that clear?"
"Totally clear!"
"Furthermore obeying me also means that I can choose any punishment I think fits and you do everything to help me to administer it. Punishments do not necessarily have to be connected to misbehavior." With a wicked smile she added "Sometimes it might just turn me on. I also expect you to be naked when we are alone."
"Yes, Leila!"
"As the first sign of our changed relationship, I want you to pick up your belt and give it to me." She looked me straight in the eyes. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I somehow was curious about it in a good way. I handed her my belt.
"You will position yourself over the chair, push your head between my thighs and then I will spank you with your own belt. Try not to scream, even if it will be hard. Afterwards you will thank me for guiding you into this new world. It will hurt and since you are not used to it I am not sure if you can bear it. However disciplining you is not just a kick but also very important for you to physically realize your position in contrast to mine in our relationship."
She smiled when we both got up and I slowly walked to the chair, laying my upper body over the backrest and lowering my head to the height of her crotch. She lightly pushed my head between her legs. It was a sign of complete submission. She moved me into position. I felt her warm and soft skin on my face. I was scared and super aroused at the same time. The idea that this goddess was able to bring me into this position just with her presence and a few words was incredibly sexy. The thought of a beautiful woman punishing me physically was a well hidden secret fantasy of mine since a young age.
The first blow almost caught me by surprise. Adrenalin shot through my veins. I did not scream but it hurt like hell. However I had not much time to think about it since the second and third blow already hit me. Where did she take this strength from? The blows rained down on my virgin bottom and I learnt that daydreaming about a sexy spanking and actually receiving one are two totally different things. I lost count when we were close to 20 but it was not even half by then. Although I really tried not to scream, finally it was impossible and I started to beg loudly.
