“When did you first realize you are a slut?”
“Sir, all my life, I pretended to be tough, but deep down, I knew I needed a strong man to take care of me.”
“Is your fiancé using his power to control you?”
“He is handsome, smart, funny, but too nice to understand my needs.”
“Why don’t you dump him?”
“He is good to me, and I do not know anybody else who will be better…”
“Get rid of him and be my sub.”
“Sir, are you serious?…”
“Yes, I am. You are pretty and have a gorgeous body. As long as you remember your place, being my sub and private slut, I am willing to have you.”
“I don’t know…”
“Rachel, think it over for a week. We’ll meet here again on Monday at 10 am. By then, I expect your answer and I’ll tell you my decision about the house.”
She started moving up, caressing gently her reddish ass cheeks. She smiled, “Sir, I hope I can sit on my achy butt and drive home. Otherwise, I’ll need you to drive me.”
I watched her sit gingerly in her driver’s seat and pull away.
…
In the days that followed, I thought about Rachel a lot. Her voluptuous body and seductive striptease haunted me. Twice, I dreamt about fucking her mercilessly. Once on the laundromat and the other time anally. Both times, she orgasmed, thanked me profusely after I climaxed inside her, and promised to be good.
On Monday, Rachel was by my door 5 minutes early, dressed in a short, tight black dress that revealed an exaggerated cleavage. Her blonde hair was loose, and a shiny red lipstick covered her pouty lips. I saw her from the window and was tempted to go out and ravage the sexy lady on the street… I held my breath for a moment and my mind recovered.
She didn’t notice me in the window and knocked on my door softly. I opened the door and ogled her, “Not bad!…”
She grinned, “I wanted you to like the way I look.”
“What did you decide?”
“I accept your offer, sir…”
“You realize you’ll have to abide by all my wishes without questions, don’t you?”
“I know, sir.”
“What are you going to tell your husband-to-be?”
“Per your suggestion, I dumped him. He pleaded with me, promising to be better and crawled before me. That was the wrong move. If he hadn’t been a wimp and confronted me, I might have reconsidered, but now I am free and available.”
“What do you think I should do about the new home?”
“In my humble opinion, the $10,000,000 house is not for you. The $3,000,000 may be OK, but the $5,000,000 is in a better neighborhood, and the view from the house is much more impressive. However, you are my boss now, and only your opinion counts.”
“Nicely said. When you leave my apartment, arrange the purchase of the house you recommended. And now, take off your clothes. I wish to fuck you while staring at your pretty face and playing with those gorgeous tits I own.”
She grinned, “Yes, Master. At your service, sir…”