I was surreptitiously training my girlfriend to become my submissive slut. I’d have her wear a leather skirt with fishnets when we’d go dancing, visited topless bars, and had her text me increasingly risque selfies during the dry spells we were apart. We even talked about the idea of going to an out-state sex club. They were only baby steps, but all with the intended goal of eventually sharing her. It was a huge fantasy of mine and knew it was just a matter of time before my grasp of her mind would be total and she’d do whatever kinky thing I wanted.
The challenge was that she had some serious insecurities about her body. None of which made any sense. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word. She had an angelic face with piercing brown eyes framed in long blonde hair. She was tall and slender with ample breasts and a perky butt perched atop a pair of longs legs. I’m not exaggerating when I say she could have been a model. I had to figure out a way to break her of her insecurities and accept just how beautiful a woman she truly was before ever having the chance to fulfilling my fantasy of sharing her.
Enter bondage.
Sex often included draping her over the chaise and pinning her arms to her back while I penetrated her doggie-style. She seemed to enjoy being dominated, so when I began experimenting with handcuffs and blindfolds, it only seemed the natural progression. I even bought a bed restraint system that I took full advantage of. She was still shy, but apparently enjoyed the sex as much as I did. Yes, things were indeed coming along nicely. The last hurdle of my sharing fantasy was nearing.
I’d never broached the subject of sharing her with other men directly. It was all I could do to get her to the point I have. I didn’t want to upset the house of cards I’d built and only hinted at the idea. She seemed adventurous, but I wasn’t sure if she was just playing along to appease me or was indeed intrigued with the idea. I thought it was time to find out.
I formulated a plan. It would be a ruse disguised as innocent bondage play. I’d tell her to strip nude and put on a black wig, corset and thigh high stockings. I then intended to bind her hands at the wrists and suspend them above her head from the ceiling in the middle of the room. I’d then have her kneel with her legs kept invitingly apart with a spreader bar. And finally, I’d affixing a blindfold and mouth ring gag to keep her mouth wide and open. And after I was done creating that visually stunning and beautifully submissive pose, I’d order a pizza.
I suspected she would be mortified, but also knew she needed a little coercion to get past her insecurities. The idea was to watch -and take close note- of what she did in the next twenty minutes, and especially when the buzzer rang. I’d imagine she’d have struggled and balked, but how much? Was she really as ready as I had hoped? To alleviate any potential misgivings, I would have told her be silent until the pizza delivery guy had gone. That no one would be the wiser because her gorgeous self couldn’t be seen from the door anyway. It was just a deliciously risky and ‘safe’ game. No one would ever know.
But would they?
I knew that the difference between seeing my back wall closet and have full view of her in the center of my living room was about a step and a half toward my door. I’d intently watch her reaction when I opened the door, looking for signs that would have me draw him in or keep him outside of view.
That would have been erotically exciting for me to see her in such a beautifully submissive pose, knowing her head was spinning and her stomach full of butterflies with thoughts of being seen. I knew she was willing to experiment, but really couldn’t know just how fare she would go until I opened the door.
Sure, I had hopes of seeing her acquiesce to the idea of being on display and inviting the dude inside. Maybe even have him make remarks about how gorgeous she was before sending him on his way. I even had thoughts of suggesting that he take out his dick and jack his cum on her. Would she allow me to guide his dick into her gaping mouth? The possibilities were as varied as my fantasies. I’m really not sure if I’d have gone much further than paying for the pizza, though. Baby steps go a long way toward ultimate submission, and would have wanted to take it slow. I figured that being so exposed, even if she’d never actually be seen, would go a long way toward having her plant the seeds of her own fantasies. Maybe want to experiment more. Maybe have her be the one to suggest I share her.
I suppose most importantly, I wanted her to appreciate how beautiful she was and that any man would scale mountains for the chance to be with her. That would have been my biggest conquest: to have her see herself as beautiful as I see her.
We broke up and I never got the chance to put her on display for a total stranger, but its a fond memory just the same. I would have loved to take her into that sub-space. I believe we both would have had quite an erotic journey.