It is a difficult thing to discover that you are something you didn't realize you are. Roger had never really thought of himself as a sexually submissive person before, perhaps because he simply had such limited experience with women. Certainly, he might have occasionally thought, in the past, that it might feel nice to be tied up by those dominatrixes he sometimes heard about, or that it might be an appealing thing to be spanked by a woman, but Roger was now in the midst of something entirely different. Liz was a woman who was clearly after much more than just a bit of bondage; it wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that she seemed to be taking over Roger's entire life. What was more troubling than this, though, was Roger's growing realization that he liked this idea, that there was something inside himself which reacted positively to that idea. If Liz was going to take over his life, he would probably just passively let her do so, because he lacked the will to resist. He was afraid of her, because he was afraid of what she might do, but he was also afraid of himself, of what he might let her do, because it seemed like she planned to take things as far as she could, and he realized that he was too weak to try and stop her. And indeed, why would he stop her? If he liked it when she treated him like this, and it was becoming increasingly apparent to him that he
did
like it, then why would he do anything except let her continue?
And so it was that Roger spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning in bed while his erection dominated most of his thoughts. He wanted so badly to give it a few good strokes; he was certain that if he just took it in his hands and gave it a few solid rubs, he could have an orgasm in less than 30 seconds, a good strong orgasm that would clear his head and help him sleep, but he was afraid of what Liz would do if she found out. She would probably know, and the thought of what she might do if she found out was intimidating enough to Roger that he avoided touching himself. Actually, he didn't really know what she might do if she found out, but it was this fear of the unknown that made it all the more terrifying. Liz had already shown that she had no hesitation about treating Roger badly when she was pleased with him; he had no doubt that if she wanted to punish him, she was capable of nearly anything. It was that realization which kept him obedient, allowing his aching penis to flop back and forth through the night, unsatisfied. When Roger wasn't thinking about how good it would feel to pull off a quick orgasm, he thought about Liz: about the taste of her vagina as she'd gotten herself off repeatedly on his face, about how her foot had felt while it was planted on his head, about how chillingly commanding her voice became when he didn't do things to her liking. And although all of these thoughts served to further arouse him, he couldn't have gotten them out of his head if he'd tried, and so he gave up and allowed these thoughts to spin around and around through the night.
Liz, from her home, watched the whole thing on the camera she'd set up to watch Roger's bed, or more accurately, the bed which was now hers but which she was allowing Roger to sleep on. She was pleased to watch his obedience: it made her smile to see how much he was obviously thinking of grabbing his penis and ending his torment with a few quick tugs, but how a more powerful set of emotions caused him to avoid doing so. It was important to condition Roger so that his impulse to obey her wishes was stronger than his impulse to give himself pleasure. In time, he would learn to associate his own suffering with her pleasure, and when he learned to put her pleasure above his own, then he would suffer for her as much as she wanted. She masturbated as she watched Roger turning endlessly in bed, and she brought herself to orgasm so many times that she lost count of them. It was exactly as she wanted it to be: she used his torment to bring herself one orgasm after another, while simultaneously making sure that he had none.
In theory, they could have continued like this for several nights. Liz would be able to watch Roger through the hidden camera continuously to see if and when he decided to masturbate, but she didn't really see a need to continue in such a fashion. She wanted to start taking over Roger's house sooner rather than later, and she had a bit of concern that if she allowed him to be home alone for too many nights, his resolve might eventually break and he would just masturbate himself to orgasm despite whatever the consequences might be. The first night was important as a test, so that she could see that he was being obedient to her even when he thought she couldn't see him, but Roger was too much of a spineless, weak-willed worm to commit to a decision for very long, and she knew that he would eventually go back on his promise given enough time. It was important that she be there to administer every orgasm he experienced; she wanted to make sure that all of his orgasms were delivered by her rather than by Roger himself, and so when she went over to his house the next night, she packed to stay.
The size of the suitcase which she'd brought with her was not lost on Roger when he let her in the following evening. "What did you bring with you? It looks like you brought your entire belongings," he said, looking at the suitcase with some trepidation.
"Pretty much," she confirmed. "I'm moving in! Isn't that great news, darling?"
Roger had no idea how long couples should wait before deciding to move in together, but considering that he and Liz had known each other for less than a week, it seemed like now might have been a bit premature to start with such a commitment. But what was he going to say about it? He knew by now that there was absolutely nothing he could say to influence the matter, so he nodded in resignation.
Her response was to slap him across the face. "What kind of an answer is that?" she asked sharply. "I announce that we're going to live together, and you just nod like some random stranger on the street was saying hi to you? I expect you to show enthusiasm and appreciation for all the things I'm doing for you, Roger. I want you to show that you're happy about me moving in, and that you want it more than anything else."
"Yes, Liz, I'm sorry..."
"
Queen
Liz," she reminded him.
"Queen Liz, I'm so sorry that I reacted the way I did. Of course I want you to move in; this is the best thing that's ever happened to me." And although Roger was babbling with barely a thought to what he was saying, it was probably true: he'd never lived together with a girlfriend before, and for him to be able to live with a beautiful, passionate woman like Liz was probably the most exciting event of his life. He was worried about what would happen, because Liz had shown herself to be unpredictable, but he couldn't deny that he was glad, too.
"Is it really?" she asked. "Then show me.
Beg
me to move in with you."
"Please do it," Roger said. "Please move in with me."
"Is that how you beg? While standing up?"
Roger paused, then started to get down on his knees. "Wait," she said. "Strip naked first."
Roger complied, and as he took everything off, Liz noted with satisfaction that his penis was rock-hard. It was a useful indicator to her that he was reacting well to what was happening, and that despite whatever he might try to do or say, he was enjoying this.
"Good. Now get down on your knees and try again."
Roger knelt in front of her, his face toward the floor out of embarrassment, and tried again. "Please, Queen Liz, please move in with me."
"How much do you want it?" she asked.
"I want it a lot. I need it more than anything."
"Good. Tell me whose house this is now."
After a pause, Roger understood. "This is your house now, Queen Liz."
"That's right. And that means that you're just a guest in
my
