Perfect Submissive Slut: I’ll Do Whatever He Tells Me!

From the moment we met, I knew I wanted to be the perfect submissive slut for him.

Charles let me know on our first date that he was very much the man in charge.  He considered himself dominant, he told me, as he slid his hand up my stockinged thigh and slid a small vibrating egg into my panties.  It was just our first date.  But after only sharing a few pleasantries and a sip of a martini, he took control.  He explained that he expected me to be the perfect submissive slut for him if things were going to work out.  I was so mesmerized by his dominance, it’s like I was under a spell.  Certainly, I wasn’t going to dare say no to him.

I was already a bit nervous about meeting him for our first date.  We met on a dating app.  And he took charge immediately, just in our messaging.  Maybe the handcuff emoji in his profile should have tipped me off.  He told me we would meet at the five-star restaurant of his choice.  He would be waiting for me at the bar in a dark suit.  And he wanted me to be in a tight red dress, no exceptions.  Who was I to argue with such a powerful man?

So, I did a little pre-date shopping and found the perfect red dress.  It fit me like a glove, of course with ample cleavage showing.  And I felt so confident stepping out in my sexy high heels, black thigh highs, and the tight little dress.  But all that changed when I walked into the restaurant.

He was in charge, and I was to be the perfect submissive slut.

Charles told me not to remove the egg he so carefully slipped in my pussy until the next time we met.  He was going to control it, based on his desires, and I was to be the perfect submissive slut and follow his instructions.  Then he told me we would meet again in three days.  At that time, he wanted me in a little black dress.  And if I was the perfect submissive slut between now and then, he would give me a special reward.  I was thrilled!  For three days straight, I waited for him to vibrate the egg.  I was fixated on it, on him, on all the ways I could show him how obedient I could be.

But the egg never vibrated.  I was the perfect submissive slut for him.  Yet I wasn’t getting anything in return.  I found myself restless, yearning for him, wanting to masturbate.  But I knew better.  And on the morning of the third day, I felt a vibration in my pussy.  Charles was controlling the toy!  I laid back on my bed and let him bring me to orgasm in just a few minutes.  Then I put on the tiny little black dress I had picked for our date.  And waited, like the perfect submissive slut, until he gave me his address and told me to come over.

I was ready to show him that I was all his, I’d do anything, I was the perfect submissive slut!

I was hesitant walking up the steps to his mansion, not knowing what the night would bring.  His maid answered, quickly guiding me up to his bedroom and instructing me to sit on the loveseat.  My body was shaking in anticipation when I heard the door open.

“Kayla,” his deep voice boomed.  “You’ve come.”

I only nodded, feeling him standing behind me.   He slipped one hand around my throat and another tugged my hair, forcing me to look up.  There was Charles, looking down at me.  With one quick swoop of his hand, he had a silk blindfold over my eyes.

“You’re going to be my perfect submissive slut tonight,” he whispered in my ear.  When I tried to respond, he put his finger to my lips.  “Shhh, pet.  You don’t need to say a thing.”

I heard him unzipping his pants and then I felt the hard tip of his cock teasing my lips, like he was applying lip gloss with his dick.  Slowly, he parted my lips, and I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth.

“Slow,” he said, as I felt my panties dampen, wanting so much more.  “I want you to beg for it.”  All I cared about was being the perfect submissive slut for him.  His happiness was my new goal.  And I would not disappoint.

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