[Fiction] The Introvert Slave

[rxiao121]

Hi guys this is my first time ever writing a story. Hope you like it. Don't be too harsh on me. This was meant to be just for fun. Haha.
Feedback is much welcomed!

Synopsis:

An introverted guy (18/M/Straight) whose only sexual relief is in the form of fantasies stumbles across an unexpected opportunity to turn fiction into reality. How far down the rabbit hole would he go?

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1 Jan 2030 [Fictional, of course]

I approached my brand new 2030 Diary which was on my bed, and scribbled "2030 Resolution:" on the top of the first page. I guided my fingers to carve out the words "1. Fulfill sexual fantasies". I immediately drew 4 horizontal lines across the words so as to cancel them out. It should be noted at this point that I am an introverted, shy and unexpressive person- choosing to hide my feelings rather than showing them- even on a piece of paper that I know no-one else would look at. No-one, not even my best friends know about my desire to be dominated. But that desire has always been there, eased slightly by my occasional indulgence in BDSM porn. However, I had low self esteem as I wasn't cute, handsome or buffed up. But I wasn't bad as well; just average. I also had problems interacting in social situations. "How could I ever get a mistress?" I thought to myself before dumping the diary to one side and never thought about it again.


15 February 2030

This thought was revived as I was about to start my new journey in life by starting my university life next month in another State. I was thinking about all the freedom I was going to receive without being constrained by my parents in the house. "Maybe I could go wild- getting drunk and visiting night/strip clubs", I thought for a moment. "Perhaps getting laid as well! I could really use some ladies' tongue, hands and toes; instead of my own hand!". As I was getting carried away imagining my warm cum flowing down a lady's tongue into her throat, I snapped back into what I was doing- searching for an accommodation. I saw one which was considerably cheaper than the rest. It was a room in a condominium which was just a 10-mins walk from my Uni and had all the facilities one would want. I arranged for a viewing session scheduled to be five days before the start of my classes. "That should provide me with ample time to settle down." I thought.


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*Meanwhile in another part of the country*

Duchess sat cross-legged in an arm-chair looking intently at a document on her computer with the heading: "Master-Slave Contract". She turned towards her Slave, Slave M who was kneeling beside her staring emptily onto the carpet, on which both her delicate but bruised knee was rested upon. She said, "As per your contract, you have the option to be free at the end of your 3-year slavery term IF (emphasis) I could find a SUITABLE (emphasis) substitute. Otherwise, you'll continue to be my slave indefinitely until the I find the right slave. Unless, of course, you choose to serve me indefinitely and not be replaced by anyone."

M's face turned white upon listening to that and immediately begged her mistress to find a replacement. "Please mistress. Haven't I been a good slave? Please let me be free, I beg you!", she said with beads of tears rolling down her smooth and flawless cheeks. Nobody could have refused her pleadings looking at her pathetic condition. Except her mistress. "Oh.. So you do not want to serve me?", she questioned with sarcasm. "No, mistress no! I wouldn't dare think about that. You are my only Queen and it is my honour to serve you with all my might", M replied with her hands clasped together. The shaking of her body made the little bell on her collar jingle rhythmically with her movements. Duchess thought this was cute and let out a laugh. "Prove it to me that you mean it", she said with a grin while spreading her legs open.

M approached her mistress's skirt and unzipped it. She then took it off slowly and placed it nicely (as all her mistress's belonging's should be) be side her. Then, her face inched closer to her thongs and gave it a gentle bite. She slid it down effortlessly, as sign of her well training and placed it on top of the skirt. The already wet pussy was now in full magnificent view. No person could resist the temptation of the pink flesh - to say so would be a blatant lie. She started with tiny playful licks with the tip of her tongue. It sent a tingling sensation throughout her mistress's body and you could see from her face that it was euphoria. She started to get more aggressive and gave the pussy a few big licks from bottom to top, just like a bitch (pun intended), which she was. Duchess let out a few "Ahh" which escaped her mouth involuntarily while grabbing hard on her armrest.

Just as M retracted her head to ready herself to give more, Duchess's computer chimed. It was a message regarding her room for rent. The sender was .... me. She looked at the message only because it was already on and could be seen by turning her head slightly. Otherwise, she would not be disturbed by this blood-gushing moment. She said, "Oh look, there's my potential slave!". M's face lit up and continued with her tongue work, more passionately than before. Before long, Duchess squirted all over M's face who was asked to lick up the excess juice from her thigh and pussy. M did so without hesitation. "Don't get your hopes too high up, I need to see if he can be a good slave". What seemed like a broad smile went into a frown.

[sexyseniorctzn]

A great start. You write well. Looking forward to seeing where it goes.