Slave Of Emma

The one when she reads my letter

I went to the bathroom to prepare the bathtub. I turn the heat to the max, as she liked it. Then, I put the bubble bars under the water to make a huge bubble cloud on the water, and placed the bath bomb for Ellie to drop. Several minutes later she came in to the bathroom totally naked. I watched her amazing body while she gets in to the bathtub. The water was slowly raising and swallowing her whole body. I started to undress to get in with her, but she interrupted me:

“No mister, you’ll wait right there fully dressed when I read your assignment. And if you did a good job, I’ll let you. Now, bring me your letter.”

“Sure Ellie.” I went inside with full of hope. I was trusting the job I did and pretty sure that I covered all positions. So I will be in the hot water right next to my beautiful girlfriend soon.

I brought back the letter with a proud in my eyes. She raised her hands from the hot water, and extended towards me:

“Dry my hands first babe, how can I hold the papers?”

“Ah sorry Ellie, you’re right.”

“You should be thinking these first sweetie.” Said she when I was drying her hands with a towel.

“Oh, can you please also bring the acetone and some cotton? You can help me clean my nails when I read.”

“Of course baby give me a second.”

Again, she was telling me to jump, and I was asking how high. This time I was motivated with my soon-to-be orgasm. When I returned, I saw that she already started reading the letter. I kneeled right next to the bathtub, and she extended her left hand without looking at me. I grabbed her hand gently, and started cleaning her dark blue nail polish.

“I think it’s the first love letter I got babe. And I like it, you should write more!”

“Of course baby, if you want I can write books about you.”

“I’ll consider it mister. Ah I love this sentence, hear: "You taught me to love someone for what’s on the inside while not letting me how your inside feels.” You should be a poet babe!“

It wasn’t my proudest sentence to be honest. She kept reading the letter silently. Meanwhile I finished removing her nail polish from one hand, and she lazily extended other hand to me. Her boobs were covered with bubbles, her wet skin was glistening. I was dying to get in the water with her, but the letter was long.

"Good stuff. I wasn’t expecting you to give in that quickly babe. Now I think you wanted me to have sex with other people from the beginning?”

“To be honest babe, it was a long and painful way.”

She kept reading for a while.

“You know what? Maybe a should be a trainer. Seems like I trained you perfectly! Hear this sentence: "When you climaxed yourself with The Dick, I was worshipping your feet and it was better than an orgasm.”

“Haha you’re right, but I doubt you can find many men in your area of expertise” I laughed to my joke lightly.

“Then I’ll train dogs?” She was laughing this time.

“That was a plain insult Ellie.” I said. But when kneeling and cleaning her nails it was not that convincing.

“Haha, I’m joking babe, you’re being a crybaby again! You and your puppy eyes! But please don’t interrupt me I’m coming to the best part.” She flipped the page, and started reading about the sex positions I imagined for her. She was reading excitedly, and smiling. Here and there she was making small comments like “that’s good.”, or “ah yeah..” I was done with her fingers, but kept my position right next to her to enjoy being close to her. When she’s done with the first page, she looked at me:

“ Ah sorry babe I forgot you’re there. Can you please help me with my toenails as well?” And she raised her leg from the water. I obediently reached to her foot, while watching the water droplets running through her soft skin. I placed a gentle kiss to the arch of her feet. She reacted with a gentle smile.

“You need to dry them first babe.”

I did what I’m told silently. Then I cleaned her nails while she was concentrated on my letter. I could clearly see that she was enjoying it. Once I am done cleaning her toes, I assumed my position and waited until she’s done with reading. It took a while.

“Very good job. Congratulations babe, you are a talented writer. But you know waaay to much things about sex for a virgin. You gave me some great ideas for the next time. But how do you know so much? Do you have a porn addiction or something?”

“No baby, but I had too much time to think about it.” I joked, showing the bulge in front of my sweatpants.

“Haha yeah you’re right. How long it’s been?”

“10 days babe, and I’m dying for your touch.”

“I know.” she said with a laugh. “Do you think you deserve it now?”

“You said I did a good job. So I assume yes? Should I get in already?”

“No mister. I didn’t ask if you covered every position I tried last night. I asked if you deserve it or not?”

“I think I do, Ellie. I did whatever you asked from me. I am a good boy, as you wanted me to be.”

“Yes you are. And I agree you deserve it babe. You deserve much more actually. But you missed one position. I’m so sorry.”

“Ah please Ellie don’t play with me! I wrote down everything possible. Please baby don’t do this to me!” I was so, so disappointed.

“I’m not doing anything babe, you had an assignment, but you failed. It’s not my mistake.”

“Please don’t be so hard on me, I’m going through a hell.”

“Can you please help me to scrub my back?” she said while ignoring my pain. She raised from the water slightly, my eyes locked on her wet nipples for a second. Water was running through between her tits.

“Ellie please, I need to do it. Ah you’re so beautiful I can’t hold myself anymore.”

“Don’t whine babe. Scrub my back.”

I was helpless and I was at her mercy. I grabbed the sponge and started scrubbing her back. Touching her shining skin wasn’t helping my agony.

“Which position I missed baby? I still can’t believe it. I even did an online research to make sure.”

“Haha you’re joking? So you watched porn and imagined me last night?”

“No, there were non-porn resources for that.”

“It’s good then. You don’t need to watch porn when I’m right here, right? You see me naked all the time.”

“But I can’t jerk off!”

“Well, noone to blame except yourself.”

“So, which position was it?”

“Not gonna tell. But it was a fun one. You need to do a better research next time!”

“So, are we gonna do it every time?”

“Would you do that if I want to?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then I’ll consider. Reading it was fun to be honest. And apparently reading was fun too, you basically looked at porn all night!”

“No it wasn’t… whatever..”

She raised on her feet and stood in the middle of the hot bubbles. Now, her gorgeous, sexy, wet body was standing right in front of me. Fist-sized bubbles were making their way towards the water. She was as beautiful as the sky.

“It was so good actually, would you mind to scrub my whole body? I need a good scrub after last night.”

She was teasing me in all imaginable ways. I was scrubbing her naked body while being denied, and also listening about her night. But I did my duty and scrubbed her whole body without missing a spot. I thought I might explode when I was cleaning her thighs. When I’m done, she thanked me casually, and asked me to bring her robe. Then she rinsed herself, got in the robe and walked to our room while drying her body gently. After drying her hair, she got rid of the robe and laid down to the bed face down, naked. I was helplessly watching her from the edge of the bed.

“You know babe,” she started speaking. “I think you’re really doing a great job. I’m proud of you. Am I being too harsh?”

“Sometimes Ellie, especially if I’m turned on constantly for ten long days.” I started running my fingers through her round ass, and squeezed it gently. She was still my girlfriend anyways, and I was allowed to touch her ass. She smile while looking at me.

“I think you really deserve something. I’m happy to break the rules if you’re happy to break them?”

“Yes Ellie, please!”

“Then go on, do your thing. But I’m soo tired and soo sleepy right now. Would you mind using my feet this time when I try to get some sleep?”

The one when I shattered my ego

Bear with me, I have stories to tell until I get how I ended up a full-time slaveboy for this sweet girl. And how I learned to love her regardless.

Also, I think a reminder would be useful that it is not a story with all the details. Even though I am trying to stick to the reality, please keep that in mind that it’s just parts of what happened. I am trying to remember the most important bits of this memoir, and skip some parts where I think it’d work better.

Two days ago, when I was trying to remember that night, I got a strange thought. It occured me that it might be her plan from the beginning, if she somewhat managed to see my “potential”, she might have led our relationship to this point intentionally. So, I asked about that night and before to Ellie. It’s already a distant past, and she is done with me.  So I trust that she told me the truth. She told me that it definitely was not her plan, and what happened was happened totally naturally between us. To be honest, I felt relieved when I heard that. I thought at least she didn’t saw me as her obedient slave since the day one, and I had the taste of real, intimate love of this beautiful woman at least for some time.

Anyways, let’s get back to the timeline.

…

It was just couple days before the new year eve of 2014, and I was officially a cuckold -I admit that I learned such a word, and such a thing exist quite a while later. But at least she was visibly happier after that night. I was basically being lovebombed for the next couple weeks. But once in a while, she was saying something which hits me right in the feels. One that I still remember happened when we were with our friends. We were talking about a guy in the college who got caught while cheating her girlfriend, she told that noone should forgive a cheater, as if someone betrays you once, it’s certain that he’ll do it again. Then she turned me and asked if I ever cheated on her, which I replied saying I’d never do that. Then she said, in front of everyone, that she would, if she could find a discreet guy. Everyone laughed but me. She didn’t stop there, and added that I’d forgive her anyways as I love her so much. She was basically teasing me right in front of all of our friends, in the disguise of a joke. I pushed myself to laugh, and told her that I do not believe that she could cheat on me as she loves me more than I love her. The girls in the table “aww"ed us, while she kissed my cheek and said "that’s true.” But, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she just did for a while.

I was also realising that our day-to-day relationship was changing slowly too. As I said before, she was getting bossy, and demanding. We were perfectly happy if she is happy, but if there is something that bothers her, it was getting pretty big quickly. I didn’t realise how serious it is getting back then. I was happy with our relationship, unorthodox sex life, and I was learning to not mind her occassional comments -or insults maybe?- about that guy you know.

It was around the beginning of February 2014. I remember that she was acting a little strange in the bed lately, and was busy with herself more than she was paying attention to me. I was trying hard to make her happy but no avail. I was pretty sure what was happening, but afraid to brought the topic. But she did on a saturday morning while we were having a breakfast. Yeah, you guessed right. She told me that she needs to have sex with someone.

I had no words to say. I remember that I was thinking it’s not a thing that men usually hear from their girlfriends. I thought I am special.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked. I was apparently smiling out of pity to myself.

“I know that I agreed on that Ellie, but it still hurts to hear it.”

“I know, babe. But I can’t wait until the summer.”

“How can I overcome this? I don’t want to see you going to someone else. I can’t imagine myself sitting in my room while you’re out there fucking someone. I was afraid of this moment.”

She was watching me with a compassion in her eyes. I stood up, and left the kitchen slowly. She followed me to the living room, sat next to me on the couch, and hugged me. I left myself on her arms, and put my head to her chest.

“I know it is hard babe. It’s hard for me too. We’ll overcome this. Let’s not talk about it now.” And we fell silent for a while. Then, we carried on our day as if nothing happened.

It was a couple of days later. I was preparing the dinner while Ellie was out with her friends. Then, suddenly she opened the door and I heard her cheerful voice, calling me. I went to greet her, and she immediately jumped on my arms, her slim legs wrapped to my body, she whispered:

“I have an idea.”

We talked about her idea while having our dinner. It was simple, she thought that if I knew how she feels like while having sex, I’d be more willing to let her do it more often. As painful as it sounds, she was planning to tell me what happened between her and the guy, in detail. “Without skipping anything” as she said. I told her that I’m not sure if I’d like to hear it. Her smiling face dropped suddenly, and she left the table. This time it was my turn to follow her to the couch. I tried to get close to her, but she pushed me away.

“You are the most selfish person I know.” she said.

“You know that I am not baby, let’s talk.”

“No. I was trying to find a way to make both of us happy, but you only think of yourself. You don’t care about me at all.”

“No Ellie, listen…”

“No! You listen for once! I am thinking about it all the time, and trying to come up with solutions. Not with more problems like you. Tell me right now if you have any idea about how we can make it work? If you really care about me, you should have. It’s been three days since I told you what I want. Tell me, if you thought about it even for a moment?”

“I can’t even think about something else Ellie. It’s just too hard for me to come to terms with this. Please try to comprehend how I feel for once.”

“So now you are blaming me? Do you really think that I don’t comprehend? What do you think I was doing since that night? I gave you enough time to accept it. Then I told you what I want. Then I came up with a plan to make you feel better. While you are just sitting on your ass with those puppy eyes? And you blame me now?”

(Well, wow. She was an artist on guilt-tripping, and how naive I was! Even though I have no regrets for the last 10 years, I have to say that she was -and still is- a master manipulator.)

“I’m sorry Ellie, I didn’t think like that.”

“Can’t believe how selfish you are!”

“I am really sorry. I have to do my part in this relationship as well. You were open to me since the beginning. You never tried to fool me. Now I have to be strong for you. The strongest of all. I will overcome my feelings. I’m sorry.”

She was sitting on the corner of the couch, her legs tucked under her, and her face was looking away from me. I continued miserably:

“I know that you deserve it Ellie. I will support you. I know that you are working so hard for this relationship to work. and I promise you that I will work very hard too.”

“I don’t believe that you are really invested in us. You should’ve done all these already. You didn’t. And you have no excuses. Why should I believe that you will work hard for us? For me?”

“I swear I will! Give me some time, I swear I will do whatever I can do make you happy.”

She turned her head to me, looked into my eyes.

“Then prove it.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Stop promising, I want it now.”

“But how?”

“Beg me, like you did before.”

After a second of silence, I moved from where I sat, and got on my knees in front of my girlfriend. Just like a couple months ago. I lowered my head, locked my eyes to the floor, and started begging:

“Please forgive my baby. I apologise from you. I beg you to accept my apology. I will be more supportive, and I will do everything to make you happier. And I will work hard for our relationship.”

I raised my eyes from the floor, and our eyes met. I remember that I did not see much love in those eyes, but something else, something I have never seen before.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that I will sleep with someone else?”

“Because that I love you, and the idea of you being with someone else is unbearable.”

“So, it is completely your selfish reasons.”

“No, I didn’t mean it.”

“This is what I heard.”

“I’m sorry, you got me wrong.”

“Tell me how do you feel when I tell you that I’ll fuck someone else.”

“I feel humiliated.”

We both felt silent. It was an honest, candid confession. I was really feeling humiliated when I think her with someone else. But it was the first time I told it to Ellie.

“But I don’t get it. We talked about it. And we agreed. It was the key of our relationship. Why is it so humiliating for you? Aren’t you satisfied from our own sex life?”

“I am. I still have the same passion to you as I had in our first day. And it’s all thanks to you, and our rule. But I am satisfied with what I have, and I’m OK to wait for the time to arrive.”

“And you are also OK to me having sex with other people meanwhile. Tell me why is it humiliating?”

“Wouldn’t you feel bad if I have sex with someone else?”

“It’s not what I asked for. But I’ll answer. I would feel bad, because it would mean that I’ll lose you. But I wouldn’t feel humiliated. It’s just sex. A stick and a hole. And some hormones. Just a stupid instinct. It’s not superior to a genuine relationship, like what we have. Tell me why is it humiliating?”

“I don’t know, Ellie.”

“Because of your ego.”

I was silent again.

“So, like I said, you are being selfish.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I swear that I will not forgive you if you say that you are sorry once again!” she replied with a threatening tone in her voice. I did not know what to do. So, I broke the eye contact, and turned my eyes to the floor again.

“Would you shatter your ego for our relationship? For me?”

“I would.”

…..

Writing all these makes me realise that she is really, really smart. More than I knew. And she is an amazing manipulator. No wonder why she is quite successful in this life, while I am just a failed man. When these things are happening real time, and when you are a 20-year old stupid boy, you lost your touch with reality. And just got carried over. I feel bad for this young boy sometimes. But 10 years is a very long time. Especially if you dedicate it to one person, to love of your life. So, if you feel sorry for myself, please don’t. I’m still happy to dedicate my youth to Ellie.

PS: I would get a good punishment for saying such things a couple years ago, but she lost her interest in me lately anyways. If she reads this, she would just probably laugh now.

…

Here I was, kneeling in front of the love of my life and about to shatter my ego for her.

“Tell me then.”

“I’m ready to shatter my ego for you Ellie.”

“Ah… please be a little original.”

I thought for a while to put together a nice sentence:

“I am willing to leave my pride behind for you Ellie. And I’m willing to embrace humiliation for you. I will kill my ego, and dedicate myself to us, to you.”

“That was impressive. Now you need to show it.”

She changed her position, and crossed her legs while sitting on the same spot. It made a quite impressive change on her posture. Now she was looking like a mighty queen, especially if you were kneeling in front of her. But I didn’t know how to show my willingness to shatter my ego, so I just looked at her until she says something:

“Kiss my foot.”

I knew that I already crossed the Rubicon, so did not object to her. I slowly reached out to her foot swinging near my face. But she stopped me:

“No, the other one.”

So, the one that is firmly on the ground. She was pushing me to bow all the way in front of her, and kiss her foot. Well, you guessed right. I did. I reached out to her foot, and started kissing slowly. I continued for a while, then I heard her voice:

“Now, beg me again to forgive you for being selfish.”

“Please forgive me for being so selfish baby. I beg you. Please for….

"I did not tell you to stop kissing.” I felt a gentle pat on the back of my head. And I begged as much as anyone can beg, while kissing on top of her foot between sentences. She didn’t say anything, but I felt the tap again on the back of my head. I thought it was the signal ending our weird apology session, I raised my head. Our eyes met, and I saw her smile. It was not full of sweetness, as I was used to. But it was something else. It was a smile of a powerful woman, who is just figuring out how powerful she is.

“Now, kiss the bottom of the other feet slowly, and beg me to fuck someone.”

I don’t exactly remember what I thought or feel at that point. It still makes my stomach turn when I think about it. But, I reached out to her other foot, and started kissing the arch:

“Please, you deserve it Ellie. Please have sex with a man…”

“I said "fuck”, not “sex”.“

"Go and fuck someone else Ellie. Whoever you want. You deserve to be satisfied. I will stay faithful to you no matter what. Please, fuck a man and get what I can’t give you. You deserve everything my love. I love you. I belong to you.”

Between the kisses on the bottom of her feet, and my pathetic begging for my girlfriend to get fucked, I saw that Ellie’s hand was in her pants. Her head was tilted back, and she was rubbing herself. She was basically masturbating. So, I stopped talking completely started kissing her foot passionately. It was basically a french kiss between me and her feet now. She continued rubbing herself for a while, until at some point where she basically grabbed my hair, pushed my face to her pussy, and soon she orgasmed. Intensely.

After a short while, once she calmed down, she looked down at me. I was still between her legs, with my head resting on her thigh. She brushed my hair softly, and told me that she is proud of me, and I am the bravest person she knews. She also added that she is so happy that we are finally settled this issue. I just stood where I was, and listened her.

A little spoiler?

She is in her most modest look, but you still cannot keep your eyes away from her. Almost like an invisible chain connecting you to her, reaching from your neck to her hands.

Why not make it reality, and give her all the control?

Your life, your decisions, your sexuality, your money.... everything. Should be owned by her.

That's how you should treat a true angel. Like her.

The one with the first date.

It was a cold friday at the end of February 2014. Several days after that night. She was very excited the couple days before, but when the day came, she started to get a little anxious. It was her first time to go out and find a date for herself. And it was also the first time she was planning to spend with a stranger. So she was understandably nervous.

She picked a nice black dress for herself, paired with a pair of heeled knee boots. She wasn’t wearing Her dress was revealing just a little bit of her cleavage, and ending just a little above her knees. She was gorgeously seductive, without revealing too much of her body.

Our plan for the night was to go to a club at the other side of the city after a dinner and a couple drinks together. She wanted to have some pre-drinks to get relaxed. After the dinner, we planned go to the club together. I was going to stay somewhere she can see me whenever she needs, but I supposed to keep my distance unless she signals. Our signal was her making an “OK” sign with her right hand on her right leg. Also, in case me or she sees someone we know, we will come together and act as if we’re out as a couple.

It was a pretty crowded club, but not too packed for a friday night. As a single, stunning lady in a club, we didn’t think it’d be a problem to find men who’ll approach her. I placed myself in the balcony where I can see her sitting on the bar with her cocktail. The dance floor was just behind her. I had a pretty good angle to see almost all of the bar and the dance floor from where I sit. The club was playing loud music, so there was not a chance for me to hear what she’ll speak with anyone approaches her. After just a couple minutes, she pulled her phone from her bag, and my phone buzzed seconds later.

“I have no idea what to do now.” She wrote me. I replied to her saying don’t rush, and enjoy the night.

“What if they want to dance? Should I dance with them?”

“If you want to, why not?”

We’ve been to clubs with her many times, so she knew how to have fun in a club, but she was so nervous that she was barely looking anywhere else than her phone. I thought it’s my time to be supportive (as per our sixth rule) and calm her down a little.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in this club babe. And you’re alone, don’t worry someone will approach you soon, just do whatever you feel like to do.”

She didn’t respond, but she glanced at me with a cute smile. Then, she put her phone back on her purse. She asked for another drink from the bartender, and they had a short conversation between them. I couldn’t tell what they were speaking of, but she was laughing.

Then, a guy with a white tank top approached to Ellie. My heart skipped a beat. It was the first time ever I saw her with someone else, and I thought we’re making a huge, enormous mistake. I tried to get a better look at that man. He was in his early 20’s, and was looking like a total son of a bitch with his tank top and “fade and taper” hairstyle. “Please God, not him” I said to myself. They carried out a conversation for a couple minutes, but got relaxed when I saw how Ellie looks at him. She clearly didn’t like that bastard. So, he had given up after a couple attempts and disappeared into the crowd. I calmed down. She looked at me with a huge smile in her face, and winked. I replied with a reassuring smile.

She was sipping her drink when suddenly a woman from the dance floor approached to her, and grabbed her gently from her arm, inviting to the dance floor. She got suprised, but then followed the lady to the dance floor. She seemed getting relaxed to me. And she was stunning at the dance floor. Not because she is the best dancer ever, but because how beautiful she looks under the flashing lights while her body moves with the rythm of the music.

She was dancing with the girl that invited her and her friends. They were a group of 5, 2 girls and 3 boys. Together with Ellie, they were 6. Soon I realised that most likely there were two couples, and a single man in their group of friends. Girls were getting closer with their (possibly) boyfriends while dancing, and Ellie was being left alone with the other guy. A man in his late 20’s. So, that’s why she pulled Ellie in, I thought to myself. But Ellie was looking happy, and she was building her confidence slowly. They were getting closer time to time with the music, but not touching each other. I thought he must be a nice guy, but it didn’t help me with my nausea caused seeing her with someone else. Most of other men in this club would already try to touch her. But Ellie was the first one to touch, and put her hand to her dance partner’s waist. He got the signal, and did the same. So, now they were dancing quite close to each other. But before getting too intimate, Ellie left the guy, and returned to her place on the bar. I saw the disappointment on the guy’s face. She was panting slightly when she sat down. She pulled her phone, and I got a message:

“Did you see us?”

“Yeah baby.”

“He was nice.”

“What happened then?”

“Not with the first guy:)” And she put her phone back in her purse. She ordered a new drink, and after a quick sip she went to the bathroom. Once she’s back, there was a guy sitting where she was at. A guy in late 20’s, with a lot of tattos on his arms. She reached to her drink right in front of the guy, and they started a conversation. It took a while and she was looking like she’s enjoying a lot with the company of this guy. My stomach were twisting once again. After a short while, he grabbed Ellie from her hand, and they started dancing together. She was visibly more comfortable, and they were dancing quite close. He put his hand expertly where Ellie’s belly ends, and her ass starts. And Ellie’s hands were on his shoulders. After dancing a while, I got their faces got close to each other, they were about to kiss. I was watching them without a glimpse. I found myself not only nauseus, but also strangely turned on. But without a kiss, she let that guy go, and returned to her stool. He followed her and they had a short conversation before he leaves the scene with a disappointment in his face. I didn’t get a text this time. After hanging out on the bar a little more, and refusing to dance with two average guys, she stood up, and walked accross the dance floor, to a table where the group of friends who she danced before were sitting. She was looking amazingly confident, and amazingly hot. Once they saw her, they cheered for her and invited her to their table, and she gladly sat right next to the guy she was dancing with. They had chatted for a bit. I noticed that they were tasting each other’s drink at some point. After a while two of them started having a conversation between each other, and ignoring the rest of the group. I saw girls were whispering each other and laughing. It was a successful night for them anyways, to introduce their single friend to a stunning lady.

Then, they went into the dance floor once again and started dancing together. They got pretty close pretty quickly this time. Their bodies were pressed to each other while they dance. He wasn’t as bold as the previous guy, so it took him a while to put his hands on her lower belly. But soon after, I saw them kissing.

…

It’s too hard to talk about some emotions. And this is one of those emotions for sure. I had a good time to think about it, and prepare myself for it. I also knew that she had sex with a guy -several times- while we were together, and definitely kissed that guy too. I admit that I was already finding the idea exciting as she basically trained me for that, but it was still too emasculating, too humiliating to see with your own eyes. And this is where it gets hard to talk about. But I found myself enjoying the view at the same time. I wanted to see her having good time with someone, and return me back in the morning. I wanted to kiss her while she still had a pinkness of an orgasm on her cheeks. I wanted to worship her while she’s thinking about her date. I was becoming a cuckold, without knowing the meaning of that word back then.

…

They kissed for about thirty seconds, their friends on the table was cheering and laughing. Then she broke the kiss, and they talked shortly before Ellie walked towards the bathroom. I thought she might’ve gone to get ready or something. My nervousness was on peak.

Then I got a text from her.

“Meet me at the outside, but don’t come close, just follow me.”

I was outside before her, and couple moments later she left the club, walked in front of me as if she doesn’t know me. And I followed. She entered the tube station and once inside, she turned to me and I approached to her. She was tipsy, and she had a huge smile on her face. She was excited and a little nervous, but she looked so beautiful to me.

“What happened Ellie? Are you OK?”

“Yeah I am great, it was so good. Let’s go to our home babe.”

We sat down in one of the late-night tubes back home, and then I asked once again about what happened.

“Haha, you are dying to hear about it don’t you? I told you that you’ll like it too babe.”

“I’m not dying to hear about it but I’m just suprised that we’re going back home. Is he following us or what?”

“Haha no babe, don’t be crazy! I wanted to go back home, that’s all. I didn’t feel like I’m ready to go to bed with a stranger. It was quite hot when we were dancing together, but then he asked me to go to somewhere else just the two of us, and it felt awkward. I didn’t feel like I’m ready for it. That’s all”

“What about the first guy you danced with?”

“Ah yeah, he was so hot, but when I tried to kiss him, he smelled terrible to me, cigarettes probably. So I suddenly disgusted and left.”

“Legit reason. But I’m suprised. You seemed so eager for it the other day.”

“I am still, I don’t know why but I felt too nervous. What about you mister? You seem like more disappointed than me?”

“Ah not at all. I’m the happiest man tonight, I am taking the most stunning woman in that club to home.”

She lauged and elbowed me. Then she came closer and whispered to me:

“But she won’t give you an orgasm today.”

The one with the second date.

We spent the rest of the week relatively uneventful. I was still being rejected, and walking around with a stiff cock all the time. She was being worshipped the way she wants every night. Our foreplay was now mostly me spoiling her in the way she likes. Sometimes with The Dick, sometimes with licking her pussy, or sometimes with just worshipping her feet.

She was also getting more demanding. Mixed with a bit of a naughtyness, she was just making me do things. I was enjoying those games as well. She was coming to the home, throwing herself to the couch and asking me to remove her shoes, which I was happily obliging. She was asking for a drink, and I was rushing to bring it. Basically she was telling me to jump, and I was asking how high. Once we get in our home and close our door, she was becoming a princess, and I was running around to make her happy, make her laugh.

Meanwhile we made it to Thursday. In the evening I asked her about what she wants for the Friday evening, and to my suprise she told me that she arranged it already. Apparently, she gave her number to the guy she kissed and they were texting throughout the week already. I didn’t hide my disappointment when I heard it. But she told me that she isn’t breaking any rules. She was free to text with her dates, she was free to meet with a guy more than once, and there was no rules to disclose her plans with me. So I had nothing to object to.

I learned that the guy invited her to a restaurant on Friday evening. So it was a proper date this time, and she was not going for a “hunt”. And it was with someone who she was talking for a while.

“So, it’s likely to happen tomorrow then?”

“Yeah babe, aren’t you excited?”

“I’m worried a bit Ellie. Feels like a proper flirting date, one where you’d go with your boyfriend, not with your hookup.”

“Haha don’t worry babe I’ll never leave you. Who’d beg me to lick my foot other than you?”

“Is that what I mean to you?”

“Yeah, when I’m horny it means a lot to me!” She laughed.

“I know, but still not cool. I felt like you’re proper flirting with this guy.”

“Nah I’m not. I told him that I have a boyfriend already.”

“You did what?”

“So, basically I told him that I’m visiting my aunt in here for a week, and normally I live in with my parents back in my hometown, and I have a boyfriend back there. Which I really have -sort of!”

“Ellie!”

“Haha just kidding! Don’t be such a snowflake!”

“I don’t like you calling someone else your "boyfriend”. You have only one boyfriend, and nothing will change that.“

"Oh sweetie, don’t be a crybaby! I’m just teasing you. Of course I have only you, and everyone else is just a fling.”

“Anyways, so that guy is cool knowing that you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he was a bit disappointed, but I told him that I’d enjoy his company for a night. So he invited me to a restaurant.”

“I’d never do such a thing.”

“You’d never let your girlfriend go fuck someone else too a couple months ago mister?”

“It’s different.”

“What is different?”

“In our case there is consent. But he doesn’t know it. A man should not sleep with a girl who has a boyfriend. If you do that, you’re a prick.”

“Haha! I wish everyone would be as naive as you babe. And sorry to be the one telling you this, but your girlfriend will be fucking a prick tomorrow night!”

“When you say it like that, it breaks something inside me you know?”

“It’s your ego, and I thought we shattered it a while ago?”

“Yeah…”

She straighten her back from where she sits.

“When you were shattering your ego, what were you begging for?”

“For you to fuck someone else.”

“So I’m doing you a favor, you are the one who begged for it.”

“Thank you baby…”

“Thank me properly then.”

It was a signal for me to kneel in front of her. I was learning. I got up from the couch, and kneeled in front of my girlfriend. She pointed her finger to her feet. I had to bow all the way down to kiss her feet. And I was supposed to thank her. And I did. But after a couple kisses, she put one of her feet on my head, and pressed my face to the ground. We waited in this position for a bit. I didn’t dare to say a word. Then she spoke:

“I feel like you have bits of your ego still bothering you. You need to get rid of that bit for me. So, tomorrow when I am out for my date, you will write me a letter about how you feel about me getting intimate with another man. I want you to write at least 10 pages. With pen and paper. And I want you to describe how you feel. You will describe different positions we are doing it in detail. And how it makes you feel. I will let you jerk off only if you successfully guess all the positions we did it. You can write as much as you want, wrong answers doesn’t matter. But you must not miss any positions we’ll do. And when I’m back, I’ll read it back to you. You’ll see that it’ll help you. It’s not a punishment, it’s a part of your personal development.”

I was silent all the time. Once she is done, she lifted her foot from my head, and I raised my head. Our eyes met. She had that powerful look in her eyes again.

“Are you happy with your task?”

“Yes I am baby, thank you. But shouldn’t I be nearby in case you need me?”

“The restaurant is not that far away, and he seems like a nice guy anyways. But you’ll keep your phone open all night, and if I call you’ll come and pick me up. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Now bring me a coke and keep thanking me. I love the sight.”

I brought her a can of coke, kneeled in my position again. Luckily this time she had her legs crossed, and I started kissing her foot hanging in front of my face. She was busy with her phone, likely texting with the guy.

She was getting more and more arrogant towards me, and I was feeling more and more submissive. Maybe I had this core inside me since the beginning, but it just waited for its perfect match to shine. I was feeling extremely humiliated, but equally aroused. And I already knew that our relationship had changed for good.

So, the date time had come. She was wearing a white shirt, matched with a blue skirt. It fits perfectly for a fancy restaurant, I said when I saw her. She put on a subtle, but intriguing make up and I helped her wearing her high-heels. It was around 7PM, and her cab arrived. I asked her to keep me updated, and she told me that she will.

I spent the next couple hours with a feeling of regret, and an endless arousal. I was going strong for 10 days without cumming, and my mind was mostly occupied by my dick. After a couple hours I texted her about how’s it going. She responded 10 minutes later, said that it’s pretty good so far, without much details.

Then I started doing my task. I was still not entirely sure about how I feel. I wasn’t also sure what she wants to hear and didn’t want to disappoint her. So I decided to keep it mostly positive, and started writing about how much I adore her, how much I like what we have. I wrote a paragraph thanking her for returning back to me after the summer break. Another one for helping me to get rid of my ego and devote myself to our relationship. And another one how much I want her to be happy, and satisfied.

After two pages of mumbling about how I feel about her going on a date, the topic eventually came to the positions they’ll have. I thought the best way to do it would be imagining myself as the guy, and write about the sex, then spice it up with the feelings. I had to check online about different positions, but I was also thinking that she’s pretty “newbie” in sex as well, so I wasn’t expecting her to go crazy. I tried to cover all positions, and finished my task in around 12 pages. It was well past midnight when I’m done.

I wish that I had that letter and write it down within this memoir, but I have no idea where it is, and I haven’t read it for the 10 years, so I’m afraid I can’t give you much details about the content. But it’s not hard to imagine what was written. Describing her and the guy in different positions, how it makes her feel, whether she likes it or not, and how it make me feel, and how much I’d love to be the one doing that. Over and over again for 10 pages.

I didn’t receive any texts from Ellie meanwhile, and I didn’t want to interrupt her first date. So I waited patiently. I was anxious, feeling desperate, and I was dying to touch my penis. But I refrained from doing it. I slept on the couch with my phone on my chest. I didn’t want to miss if she calls me. But she didn’t call.

I had a terrible night, with constantly waking up, feeling the rollercoaster of emotions inside my belly. I thought I’d throw up several times but I managed to make it to the morning. I started getting worried around 9AM, and texted her about how’s she doing. She texted me back saying that she’s doing great, and they’re having a breakfast. She was planning to be back in around an hour or so. I replied thanks for letting me know and glad that she’s doing great. She replied with a kiss emoji.

Then, around two hours later I heard the doorbell. It was Ellie. She had a huge grin in her face:

“Heyy babe, I’m back!”

“Finally! I was getting worried.”

She jumped in my arms, and hugged me tightly.

“Nothing to worry about mister, your princess had a great night!” She walked towards the living room, and let herself on the couch. I followed her like a little pup. And sat on the armchair accross the couch. I was trying to be as positive as I can get.

“Glad to hear that baby. You look very happy indeed!”

“I am babe, it’s been so long! I missed this…”

“So, how did it go?”

“Oh you’re dying to hear that don’t you naughty boy?”

“No Ellie I just want to know that you had fun.”

“I had. Take off my shoes while I tell you how it went.”

I stood up, and walked towards her feet. When I started unbuckling the strip of her high-heels, she started talking:

“So, we went to a very nice Italian restaurant. I think it was the fanciest one I’ve ever been. He’s 29 years old and a marketing manager, seems like he’s doing well. We talked about stuff, I talked about you..”

I was already done with her shoes, but I was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. When she said she talked about me, our eyes met.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him how you worship my pussy, but I never let you fuck me.” She had an evilish smile on her face.

“I told him that I have a lovely boyfriend, and I love him so much, but I also like to have fun from time to time.”

“What did he say?”

“Well he told that he’s cool if I’m cool. But I was hot I guess.” She laughed at her own joke. I didn’t. Instead, I watched her beautiful body lying on my coach. Her shirt was now untucked, and her naked legs was seductively presenting themselves under her skirt.

“So, we went to a club after the restaurant. Had some drinks and danced together. This time he wasn’t that shy. I let him grab my ass on the dance floor. It was so hot to feel her cock growing inside his trousers. Anyways, we danced until the midnight. I was already so fucking wet and about to beg him to fuck me right there when grinding on his leg. Babe, you should be there and watch me. It was so amazing…”

I was silent.

“Then he asked me to go somewhere private, I replied with a long, wet kiss. I might’ve bit his lip a bit too much. And I whispered into his hear: "Do whatever you want to me”.“ She now had a naughty smile on her face. I thought that I’ve never seen her so happy since a while.

"So, he took me to a fancy hotel nearby. I wasn’t expecting this to be honest, but it felt so sexy to get fucked in a hotel room with a huge window looking the city from above. Like a slut.”

I was still on the ground, kneeled. Like nailed to the ground. She stayed silent for a bit, while watching me carefully. Then, suddenly she stood up, and walked towards our bedroom:

“The rest is quite boring babe. The stuff you know already. Can you please run the bathtub for me? I want to take a bath while reading your assignment.”

The one when I got what I deserve

Once we agreed on the rules, we put them on paper and signed them. She was super excited and happy that night. Once we signed the paper, she came and sat down on my lap, and we had a nice, long kiss before going to the bed to have sex. Suprisingly, I was a little excited as well, with some nervousness in it too. But I found myself quite turned on and eager for going to bed with my girlfriend that night. When I got naked, she saw my bulging dick and told me that she knew I’d love the idea too. I responded jokingly, saying that I love her face when she’s satisfied, and went down to between her legs.

Couple of days later, she wanted to talk about our agreement once again. She wanted to be 100% sure that I am OK with everything before we go out and do it for real. I wasn’t expecting this to be honest, and it made me happy that she was being thoughtful. I asked her what would happen if I say no, and she replied to me saying it would make her quite disappointed, but she’d understood. I thought she was able to act rationally when she’s not having a tantrum, or turned on like crazy. But I didn’t tell her that obviously. Instead, I told her that even though I didn’t like it and resisted at the beginning, over time it started bothering me less and less. To roughly quote my words, we had this conversation:

“It’s hard to accept at the beginning, and honestly you should be the one who’d have a problem if I accepted it straight away. But I thought about it for too long, since the first time you told me that you had an affair last summer. And I realised that it’s actually not a big deal. I can see that you love me, and I know that I love you. We are living together, and we are very happy together. Sex is an important part of a relationship, but a relationship has many more things in addition to sex. I love holding hands with you while we walk to the school in the mornings, this and many more things. On the other hand, sex is not necessarily to be contained in a relationship only. It’s a natural instinct, and you wanting to do it with someone else too is a part of this instinct. We have our own way in this relationship, which is different than other couples. I personally don’t think that if you allow me to have real sex with you my love for you would disappear. But I also respect your feelings about that too. I can’t blame you for wanting real sex, and I think if I want to be with you this is the way it is. And I want to be with you. Because I love sharing this relationship with you, and I love you.”

She was looking at my eyes with the prettiest look in her face, and I thought I saw a little tear of joy in the corner of her eye for a second. She kissed me, and told me that she is the luckiest woman on earth to have me. Then, she asked me to stay in the living room until she calls me, before going to the bedroom.

She called my name several minutes later, and I went into our bedroom. When I saw Ellie on our bed, my jaw had dropped. She was wearing a very sexy lingerie. She was wearing a black mesh bra with laces. Black straps were coming out of the sides of her bra, wrapping her pale-skinned chest and running towards her belly with a gentle slope. It was completed with a black, tiny lace knickers with suspenders, attached to thigh-high black stockings. She was sitting on the bed in a charming pose. I stopped for a while to watch every detail of her. Starting from her stunning legs, I peered my eyes to her stockings, then knickers, then the black straps, laced bra, and ended up in her face, where I realised that she also put on a bright red lipstick. It was by far the most beautiful and sexy thing I have seen until that moment. She was watching my reaction with a naughty smile on her face.

“Did you like it?” she asked. I didn’t say anything, but got close to her. She raised from the bed while I was getting closer, and waited me to approach her while standing on her knees on the bed.

“I wanted to thank you. You deserve it babe.” she said, and started unbuttoning my shirt. “I’ll make you the happiest man on earth tonight.”

She slowly undressed me. She was kissing my lips, neck, chest, shoulders and leaving red marks behind on each kiss. After removing my shirt, she touched my dick on top of my pants, and rubbed it gently. She whispered my ear:

“Leave yourself to me tonight. You deserve it my love.”

I obliged happily.

I was completely naked and standing in the middle of our bedroom. She came closer to me, and we started kissing passionately, while our hands were carressing each other’s bodies. It felt amazing to touch her lingerie, reach under her bra, squeeze her ass, touch her legs on top of the beautifully-black thighs, while getting endless, passionate kisses from her. I was rock hard, and my dick was touching her belly. She got on her knees after a while. Real sex was already out of question, but I was preparing myself for the first oral sex ever. My dick was as hard as it could get, right in front of her face. She put some lubricant on her hands, started stroking me slowly. It was wet, hot, and amazing. Her bright red lips were just an inch away from the tip of my dick. I was feeling her breathe.

She was taking her time, and I was loving it. “Do you want me to suck it?” she asked, I closed my eyes with lust, and uttered:

“Yeah.”

“Don’t rush babe, I want you to enjoy your night.” She already knew how to give a handjob very well, she was an expert on how to blow my mind just by touching and she was on top of her game. Her lips were slightly, and seductively open. While her eyes locked on to mine, she put her tongue out just a little, her mouth was looking delightful. I was dying to get inside it. While I was getting closer to cum, she broke the eye contact and turned her mouth towards my spasming dick. And, just a second before I came, she raised her head up, closed her eyes, and let me came in her neck. I was shaking from the power of my orgasm. Once calmed down, I looked back at her. She was still on her knees, and my cum was making its way to her beautiful breasts slowly.

She stood up, I was still watching her cum-covered chest.

“Did you like how it looks? It will stay there tonight babe don’t worry, we’re not done.” said she, before pushing me towards the bed. I laid down on bed, and she snuggled under my arm. She started kissing me slowly once again. When I tried to kiss her back, she gently pushed me down, and told me to “just lay down and enjoy.” Once again, I happily obliged. She started kissing my face, then basically started travelling all around my body with soft, gentle kisses. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed her lips on my body for a while. Soon, I was hard once again.

She carefully avoided kissing my dick directly, but she put her kisses all around it, while my dick was in her hands. Then, after a thousand kisses, she climbed on top of me and sat on me. I put my hands on her belly, and gazed her body.

“Do you enjoy what you see?” she asked. I replied saying I never enjoyed more in my life. Then, she started moving her hips, rubbing her pussy to my dick while her knickers are inbetween. I was fondling her breasts, her ass, or whatever I could grab on her wonderful body. Then, I had a sudden courage and asked her to remove her knickers for me. She laughed, and to my suprise stood up to remove it. Once removed, she threw it to my face playfully, and she sat on me again in the same position. Now, the base of my dick basically was between her labia.

“Do you want to go inside?” She asked. I got confused, and looked her into eyes. She was looking directly to me. She was not joking, so I replied saying yes, with a huge sigh afterwards.

“But you won’t, and that’s why I love you.” She started moving her hips again, and continued rubbing her pussy to my shaft. She put her middle finger on my dick where the glan ends, and started rubbing me with her own juice. It was my favourite way of getting a handjob, and she was well aware of it. I got my second explosive orgasm soon, and this time covered my own chest with cum. She was watching me from above, with a naughty smile on her face. Then, she laid on top of me. I thought how much I love when she has my cum on her body, which did not happen too often. I put my arms around her, and whispered her ear:

“I love you more than anything.”

“I know.” she said. With two exhausting orgasms, and with the love of my life wrapped her body to mine, and we are covered with cum all around. I fell asleep soon. I remember thinking how beautiful Ellie is while falling asleep.

Next morning, I realised that I did not do anything for her the night before, and apologised her for falling asleep. She laughed at me a bit, and told me to not to worry and it was my special night anyways.

You will instantly know when you meet with one of the angels walking on earth. When that moment comes, just bow down and kiss her feet. And be her obedient servant until the day you bite the dust.