‘Are you owned?’
‘No, Sir. I’m not, nor will I ever be.’
‘But if you were with me and I asked you to kneel, would you?’
‘Yes, I would kneel.’
‘And if I asked you to part your lips and take my cock into your sweet mouth, what would you do?’
‘I would let you sink in deep as I sucked and savoured every delicious moment.’
‘What if I were to take some rope, tie you up and blindfold you? Would you let me do that?’
‘Of course, I would let you do that and so much more.’
‘If I were to bring you to the brink of climax and then denied you the pleasure, what then?’
‘Then I would await your command, Sir.’
‘Even if that command didn’t come for hours, or perhaps even days?’
‘Especially then.’
‘And what if I were to take you out for dinner and told you to touch yourself beneath the table, would you do that too?’
‘Most definitely. I would slip a hand under my dress and dip into my wet cunt, then I’d slowly pull my fingers out and hold them under the candlelight to show you how they glisten.’
‘Surely then, if you were to do all of this on my command, I would own you?’
‘No, you wouldn’t. It’s true that I’d obey each and every one of your commands. I’d part my lips and suck you until you filled my mouth with cum just as you wished. You could restrain and blindfold me and bend me to your will whenever you desired. And I would stay on the edge of climax no matter how long it took for you to release me. But then, when I was done letting you play your games of “Yes, Sir-No Sir!”, I would walk away.
‘At the start, you’d barely notice my absence and your need for my return would feel as insignificant as the first pangs of hunger. But, in time, that hunger would gnaw and feast and grow until it became all-consuming.
‘Your days and nights would fade into a never-ending search for another who could satiate you. But, no matter how hard you tried, it would be in vain. Eventually, memories of how I fed your soul would haunt your every waking minute until they led you back to my door. Like a dog begging for scraps, you would plead and whimper until I let you in.
‘But this time, it would be me that’d have you on your knees, lapping at my cunt until I was writhing on your tongue in ecstasy. Your cock would tremble with desire and I would spread my thighs and grant you entry, once again savouring every moment of penetration. All those months or even years of denial would lead to that moment, that very second just before ejaculation when I would ask, “Which one of us is owned?”
‘And even then you might refuse to admit the truth. But, when I finally show you mercy and let you release your cum deep inside of me, the look in your eyes would be the only answer that I’d need.’
