When I walked into the students book store in Bergen, I had to stop at the entrance and check out the bestsellers list. Not because I had any interest in what was on the list, but because just to the left of the list stood a woman. She looked to be in her mid twenties. There was something about her..... When she turned and glanced at me there was no guessing any longer. I had felt it again, before I saw her face. She simply radiated, - literally radiated - this strong and secure personality..... Charismatic Women like her have always made my heart bump and made my breath stop for a second or two.When she looked at me I gave her a nervous little smile, but she just turned away and continued to thumb through the book she was holding. I felt humiliating dismissed, headed for the art section of the store, and felt a slight blushing in my face,..damn it! She probably noticed.... I drifted along the bookshelfs, trying to get another look of her betwen openings in the shelfs. She strolled along as well. I sometimes catched a glimpse of her...I was hypnotized..... Then, when I rounded another shelf, there she suddenly was ! I sneaked a quick peek in her direction, and she was staring straight at me ! She met my gaze without changing her expression, and I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, pinned down before her. I could sense the strength of her personality and it scared me. I smiled nervously and blushed and looked down again. Her gaze seemed distant, far-away. I got the sense she was calculating. Planning something. Something that involves me?! With a flash of adrenaline my own fantasies kicked in. - You are interested in art, she suddennly said. It was not a question, she merely stated the facts. I mumbled something ridicolous. - There is a painting exibition openingg in Grieghallen tomorrow afternoon, she continued, again with this distant far-awy attitude, as she was talking just as much to herself as to me. -Pick me up at Fantoft at four o'clock sharp. We will go there together. Be punctual. Ok ? I had become speechless, just nodded, mumbled and felt this bloody blushing all over my face...- Fine, I finally managed to say....just fine... I will be there!..Fine... God Heavens...why couldn't James Bond have been there and whispered in my ear what to say in a situation like this? Even 25 years old; women, at least her kind, scares and excites me both. Later, I realized this was one of her reality checks. If I didn't go along at that time, she would know I lacked the necessary willingness to take orders. In other words, I would probably not be the submissive she suspected me to be. But her judgment was - as always, frightening accurate. And that's how it all started. Atfer the exhibition, the same night, she simply ordered me to strip, examined me, mounted me lying helpless beneath her, leaned back and rode me to a sensational orgasm. I was her slave from that moment on. In just a few days, I had signed her slave contract, and was her property, her pet, at her mercy, a full time sex slave. That is, for Her sexual pleasure. The sensational orgasm the first night was the last one for a long time to come. Now I am not allowed any sexual pleasures of my own at all. Any visible sign of such will be punished. Masturbation and orgasm is strictly forbidden. I am not even allowed to touch my genitals, and is companied to the toilet for Her to make sure I don't fiddle... Someone is bound to ask: What about sanitation ? She takes care of it all, as with any other animal pet.... It has now gone only three days with orgasm denial, and I'm already out of my mind with horniness and frustration. I find the prospect of being controlled so intimately to be very hot, even though this intense sexual frustration are not much fun at all. She set two weeks as a break in period. Gosh ! Two weeks! The prospect of going without orgasm for longer than a week really frightens me. I think my balls will explode if she makes me wait for two weeks ! It's both scary and exciting that I don't have any say in the matter. |