Sir: He controls. She desires.

Chapter 1: Sir

Chapter 1: Sir

PPART 1: THE INTRODUCTION

It had been over 6 months since she had broken off her engagement to her fiancé. She was at her best friend’s house trying to get back to a semblance of normalcy.

They were sharing a tub of Death By Chocolate and fooling around on the internet.

“Oh my god! You have got to check out this site I found. It is amazing!” her friend said with excitement.

She rolled her eyes, her best friend’s idea of “amazing” varied and this could in tale anything from mediocre to some f****d up s**t.

She reluctantly entertained her friend. The page loaded, “fetworld.com?” she said this with a bit of puzzlement and intrigue.

Her friend went on, “You totally have to make a profile! I have one. I met this guy last week, with a s*x swing, best…fuck…ever! And He was like 52 or some s**t. Can you believe that?”

“You’re crazy! I’m not into grandpa f**k swing thank you very much!”

“There are some hot guys on that site, into some of that kinky stuff you like to read at night before you frig yourself to sleep!”

“You’re such a b***h!” she said and they both laugh hysterically.

She left her friend’s house and drove home. Visions of grandpa f**k swing and billionaires with secret playrooms danced in her head. What a ridiculous idea, yet she found it oddly interesting. She got home, put on her pjs and sat down on her couch.

Her laptop was on the coffee table. She grabbed it, flipped it open. She clicked on her browser and typed the web address for FetWorld into the address bar and hit enter. Within ten minutes she had her profile created. Her inbox started to fill mostly of wiener pics and men claim to be this superior being that must be worshiped and idolized.

There were some suggested friends on the main page. She read through some of their profiles sent friend requests to a few of them, when she came across one that struck her as interesting. He was five years older than her. His about me was concise and neatly written. It listed everything He was looking for in a submissive. She had to google some of the things He mentioned. Her curiosity was sparked.

It had been over a week since she had first visited FetWorld. She had done more research and found the idea of being a submissive interesting. The man, whose profile she had read, wasn’t some billionaire; He was an average guy with some not so average interests to say the least.

He was the complete opposite of her ex fiancé in every way. She decided that when she got home she would message Him. All day at work all she could think about is what she was going to say to Him. After work, she walked home.

She passed by Tony’s there was a young girl probably 18 ogling a couple of guys at another table. One looked like her and the other His best friend. She must have her eyes on the best friend she thought as she made her way home.

As soon as she got in she threw her keys on the coffee table and grabbed her laptop and opened it. It was already on His profile, she clicked the message me button. In the subject bar she typed: Hello Sir… then she typed her message:

*Dear Sir,

I humbly request to be put under your consideration. I am new to this lifestyle and I am interested in being a submissive. I have done actual research that goes beyond those cheesy novels although I have read those too. I hope to hear from you soon. Thank you.*

She hesitated for a moment and then hit send.

Within in minutes she got a response. The subject bar read “Hello miss.” The message was as followed:

*Dear miss,

Thank you for contacting me. I have considered your request. Tell me more about yourself.*

She took a deep breath and poured out her soul. She started at childhood, when she lost her virginity, everything, even the *real* reason why they broke off the engagement. Nothing like a miscarriage to help put the damper on an already strained affiance.

He returned the favor He told her about His childhood and how, at age 9, He watched a b**m movie He found at His uncle’s house and the rest was history. How, at 15, women from His neighborhood seduced Him. How He must exercise control in every aspect of His life. All this peaked her intrigue to new heights. They chatted like this for months until finally this message appeared in her inbox:

*Meet me at Joe’s on 5th St. tomorrow at 12pm, not 11:59 not 12:01 but 12. See you then.*

And that was it. She was extremely nervous. Butterflies ravaged and quaked in her stomach. She tossed and turned all night. She finally fell asleep only to be woken up an hour later by her alarm. She gets up throws on some close and heads to work, it isn’t until she passes Joe’s that she remembers that she’s meeting Him at 12 today.

“s**t…fuck…dicks! I can’t wear this! Not to meet *Him*…” But it’s too late to turn back so she presses on the morning goes by fast and soon its ten minutes to 12.

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Chapter 1: Sir

PART 2: THE MEETING

She tells her boss she’s taking lunch and heads out towards Joe’s. It’s about a five minute walk from her job giving her plenty of time to get there by 12. She walks slow trying to calm her nerves and the other 5000 emotions that has her head spinning and her heart pounding.

“Calm down…He’s just a guy like any other guy. I’m sure He puts on His pants one leg at a-“ Wham! She bumps into someone which sends her crashing butt first to the pavement.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I was in lala land and I-“ She looks up and there standing before her is Him.

“I’m glad we bumped into each other, miss. Let me help you up.” He said in a deep steely voice that melted all her butterflies like hot molten lava.

They entered the coffee house and walked towards the counter.

“What do you take?”

“Just point to me and say ‘the usual for her’”

They get to the counter and He orders: coffee black for Him and her the usual. They sat down at a table near the window.

“I hope you don’t mind a window seat, I like the natural light.”

“No I don’t mind at all.”

“What time do you get off of work today?”

“Uh, 4:00. Why?”

“Here, write down your address so I know where to send the cab.”

“The cab?” she questioned.

“Your address.” He said this sternly, the sternness in His voice sent a chill through her and to her surprise she liked it. She immediately wrote her address down.

“Good. Be ready by 7:30. Don’t keep me waiting. If you have any problems call me immediately, understood?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good. See you then.” He got up and left.

The short exchange they had was intense. It left her with a feeling of immense anticipation for what He might have in store for her tonight. She was both excited and a little afraid.

It was now 7:25 and she was about finished getting ready. She was a mess of nerves she had almost backed out twice, but some prodding from her best friend convinced her to go through it.

“Maybe he’ll fly you in His plane or something.”

“Very funny, do I look ok? Is this too much? I still have time to change. Maybe I should call it off.”

Just then a honking came from outside, “There’s your ride princess.”

“Here goes nothing.” She exited her apartment and entered the cab.

“You goin’ to the West Park Apartments, miss?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Here.” The cabby handed her a piece of paper, she opened it 10G was all it said. And off they went.

The cab pulled up to the West Park Apartments, an *upscale* high-rise apartment building on the far west side of town. It was 10 stories high which meant He lived on the top floor. She exited the cab and entered the apartment building’s grand foyer. She entered the elevator and hit the number 10 button.

This is where it finally hit her; this was the moment her life would forever change. It dawned on her she wasn’t meeting some guy for drinks she was meeting the man that she would be relinquishing total control over her to. A thousand thoughts flooded her mind, images from her google searches, words from books, websites; it was all playing in her mind at maximum velocity.

“BING!”

She nearly jumped out of her shoes.

She had reached the tenth floor. The door to His apartment was directly 20 or so paces in front of her. She walked slowly; trying to figure out exactly what she was going to say to Him. She got to His door and knocked almost tapping out a shave and a haircut on the door.

“Enter.” His steely voice resonated through the door and up her spine making her body tingle all over. As she opened the door she wondered what she had gotten herself into.

He was sitting in a leather armchair facing the door. He stood immediately as soon as she entered. They met each other halfway. He immediately took her coat and purse.

“I prepared a meal for us, I hope you like Chinese takeout.” He said with a smile.

“Of course.”

They ate and after they were done He gave her the grand tour. It was a loft space with what appeared to be three small rooms off it.

Directly across from the door was a huge wall of glass and a sliding door which lead to the balcony.

“Come, I have something to show you.”

They walked towards the three doors, He pulled out some keys and unlocked door number two. He opened the door and turned on the light and instantly she knew that this room was His playroom. It was a small room probably intended as a utility room, but none of the space went to waste.

There were various instruments of torture hanging from each of the four walls in the center of the room was what appeared to be an examining table. He touched her shoulder which made her jump a little.

“I’ll let you take a moment to take it all in before I go over the rules of the room.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok.”

“Once you enter this room you are mine to use for a long as I wish, however I wish. The door self-locks so I have to let you out so you must tell me you want to leave before I can let you out.”

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Chapter 1: Sir

PART 3: PLAYTIME

Sir continued, “There are two safe words you can use to let me know you are having any issues, yellow and red. Yellow means you want me to slow down, go softer, etc., Red means all play stops it is at this point that you decide whether the play continues or ends and whether you stay or leave. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” she said with a confidence that surprised her.

“One more thing, when you see the red door close you will address me as Sir. You will answer me with a Yes Sir or No Sir. Not ok, okie dokie, yeah, or uh huh, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” she said firmly.

“That’s a good girl.”

He came up behind her and put a hand on each shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Strip.”

She complied taking off her clothes until she was standing there completely naked. He told her to get on the table on all fours. He tied her hands in front of her in a way so that her elbows touched the table and supported her upper body. He then spread her legs and tied each one of her ankles to the side of the table.

There she was immobilized and full exposed. He could do whatever He wanted to her and she was powerless to stop Him which both frightened her and aroused her to the point that she could feel herself getting wet. He noticed this and grabbed something off a shelf just out of her scope of vision. He proceeded to slide it into her p***y without warning making her moan loudly. He turned it on, it vibrated and twirled inside of her sending pulses of pleasure through her. He then slid a something into her ass and left it there, this just heightened her already peaked state of arousal.

He came around to the front of her and bent down so they were eye to eye. The table was low to the ground so her head was at waist level on Him.

“Are you enjoying this My pet?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes please Sir.”

He grabbed what appeared to be a leather belt that was folded in half and bound with tape.

Still standing in front of her He proceeded to whip ass with it in firm quick lashes send pulses of pain to join those of pleasure. She moaned. He whipped her back and then her ass until red welts started to form. She was sobbing in both pain and pleasure. She wanted more. He put down the strap and untied her ankles and rolled her onto her back. He blindfolded her.

He removed the vibrator from her p***y which was drenched, turned it off and brought it to her mouth. Without a command she sucked and licked her juices off. He took out two clothespins and attached one to each nipped. This new sensation made her cry out in delight. He then took out a large dildo and slid it in her sopping wet p***y making her moan even louder.

“You have been such a good little pet. Does my pet want to c*m?” he said in a deep, dark voice.

“Y-Yes Sir, please Sir!” she said, as if she were pleading for her life.

He moved the dildo in and out quickly while twisting the clothespins sending sensations throughout her body that she had never felt before. Within minutes He felt her body begin tremble.

“That’s it My kitten c*m for Me.”

“I’m cumming! Oh god! Oh god, yes!”

Her back arched as she climaxed, but He didn’t stop His thrust He only increased the speed of them. Her orgasm was coming to an end when she was hit with another soon as this one was dying down another hit her. She was on her fourth orgasm when she started to twitch in small spasms, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the reality around her began to echo. She had entered subspace.

He slowed His thrusts to a stop, slowly removed the dildo from her p***y and removed the clothespins from her n*****s keeping the anal plug in. He knelt down by her side and petted her head letting her know that He was still there. After twenty minutes in subspace she was coming to. He lifted her up and carried her to her room. He laid her on the bed and went into the bathroom and ran a bath for her.

He waited until she had fully come to then carried her to the bath. He bathed her, brushed and put her hair up in a French braid and put her to bed.

He kissed her forehead, “You were such a good kitten, sleep now.”

In the morning, He awoke to the sound of music and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. He walked out of His room to find her in the kitchen dressed in only one of His t-shirts cooking breakfast. She turned and saw Him.

“Good morning! I made breakfast!”

He smiled, “I need you to do something. I need you to email these six men on this list and invite them to this address to watch the game on Sunday. Make sure to tell them that the halftime show will be one they won’t want to miss.”

“Yes Sir.”