“What do you desire?” he asked her. He was impressed when she didn’t lift her gaze to look him in the eye. That was a good sign that she was a serious candidate.
She was trembling when she answered, “To be owned by you, Sir.”
“You don’t sound sure of that,” he said, testing her.
She cleared her throat and repeated her statement, louder this time, “I desire to be owned by you, Sir.”
He smiled. Her curvaceous body surely begged to be his, and the words coming out of her mouth seemed genuine enough.
“What will you do to prove you are worthy of being my slut?” he asked, curious to see just how much she would offer.
“I offer complete control of my body, without limits, Sir,” she said, sounding quite sure and steady now.
His cock twitched in his pants. He wanted her. Of all the sluts that had been paraded past him today, this one appealed to him the most. He could see himself spanking that round, lush ass till it turned bright red. And images of flog marks on her bare mound made him hard.
But the most appealing thought in his imagination was to cage her voluptuous creamy breasts. They nearly pleaded with him to be bound in leather straps.
“Without limits?” he queried.
“Yes, Sir, without limits,” she answered confidently.
“So, I can do anything I want?” he asked, his voice intentionally scary. “I can insert whatever I like into any hole of my choosing? I can lay you across a table and invite others to use and abuse you? I can use a cane on your tits and your ass and your cunt until you beg me to stop?”
She shivered. She took a deep breath and said, “If that is what you wish, Sir, yes. If I am giving myself to be owned, I give up any control of my body to you. So, while what you described sounds painful, and humiliating, I would be honored to bring you pleasure in any way that you seek.”
“You’re the most perfect slut I’ve ever met,” he said warmly. “Look up at me, slut. I want to see your eyes.”
She did as she was told. Her eyes were impossibly blue. He reached over and released the clip that held her red hair into a bun and watched it fall across her shoulders.
“Creamy skin, red locks, dazzling blue eyes, and a deliciously lush body, you seem to be quite the package,” he commented. “So, why are you here? Why do you seek to be owned instead of courted and wooed by a potential lover?”
“May I speak, Sir?” she asked, her eyes misting up a bit.
“Yes, I did ask a question. Therefore, I would like an answer,” he said, more impatiently than he intended.
“I have tried love, Sir, and my heart was broken; shattered into a million pieces,” she began. “So, you see, I can’t fathom any physical pain being worse than the emotional pain of being cast aside. That is why I am seeking to be owned as a sexually submissive slave.”
He felt an emotion he couldn’t identify. Was it pity? Was it lust? What the fuck was this churning in his stomach and this tug at his heart?
“Let me see what your tits look like when they are properly constricted. That will be my deciding factor,” he said, trying to sound aloof.
But he already knew he wanted her. She’d be exactly what he needed. A sex slave during waking hours, feeding his decadent urges. And a lush body to warm his bed at night.
He waited impatiently while she was fitted with the leather cage bra. But when she appeared in front of him with her creamy flesh spilling out of the ropes that attached to the leather discs pressing tersely against her nipples, he was delighted.
“You’re perfect, my dear!” he praised her.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, looking down.
Then he startled them both when he leaned down and kissed her lips gently. He lifted her chin and looked through her eyes and into her soul.
“And what if I wanted to love you?” he asked.
She waited a beat, tried to process his question. But she was baffled, “Sir?”
“I want all of you, not just your body, but your heart, mind, and soul. I want you to be dependent on me for the water that you drink and the air that you breathe. In return, you will be well taken care of and thoroughly used,” he explained.
“From the time that I rise in the morning until the time I go to bed, I desire a wanton slut who will service my cock and offer up all of her holes for my sexual pleasure. No limits. All mine,” he said coolly.
She shuddered, arousal coursing through her veins.
He continued, “But when the day is over and it’s time to retire for the evening, I want you warm and willing in my bed. I will make love to you and allow you to cum after being denied orgasms all day. Would you find this arrangement suitable?”
It wasn’t the worst offer she’d ever heard. “Yes, Sir, I would find it more than suitable. I would be honored to serve you in such a manner,” she said softly.
The red-haired vixen made his loins ache. It took every ounce of energy not to ravage her now! Instead, he sent her away to be properly prepared for him.
She returned, collar securely fastened around her neck with a leash attached, breasts still held captive in the cage bra, and a jeweled butt plug adorning her ass. She crawled to him and presented herself to him at his feet. “I am yours, Sir,” she said.
He looked at her with lust in his eyes, “Yes, you are mine alone. Now suck my cock!”
“With pleasure, Sir.”
Owning her would suit them both very well!
