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Part One How shall I possibly explain what has happened to me in my relationship with my now wife, Sarah? I guess the easiest way to do so is to start from the very beginning. My name is Daniel. I am a writer by trade and a very successful one at that. Selling novels to the editors at major publishing houses seemed to be extremely easy for me. I have made the top ten lists in the last seven novels that I have written and have been a guest star on many talk shows and book signing events at universities and literature stores. Needless to say, I have also accumulated a nice monetary portfolio and I am truly a millionaire. The nice thing about being a writer is one can become famous enough to get the better tables at exclusive restaurants throughout the country and parts of Europe without the extremely annoying paparazzi following you and hounding you relentlessly during the private times of your life. Residing in a small community in Florida has made me somewhat of a hometown hero and I have a wonderful six bedroom Colonial home that I had remodeled and brought up to date exteriorly as well as interiorly. My house sits on five acres of lush green lawn with beautiful swaying oaks laden in moss, dogwoods, flower gardens, and a large Italian fountain that depicts the Goddess Athena nude and pleasuring herself amongst a bed of roses. In my garage are a Hummer (solid black and customized), a Ferrari (also jet black with a convertible top), a custom chopper hand made by Jesse James, and a Suzuki Hyabusa crotch rocket that I adore riding at very fast speeds. Tied to my dock on the inland river is a 70 foot Italian made yacht that is large enough for a party of twenty people while still being small enough for me to Captain the yacht by myself. As a matter of fact, the yacht, which I christened, ADreamaCummTrue, is where I do most of my writing while island hopping between the Keys, the Bahamas, and parts of Cuba. One might say that I am a man that has it all in life and I would not have disagreed with them in the slightest. I was very happy except for one missing element in my life, a woman to love and grow old with. Money and fame have brought me my fair share of dates. Seeing a beautiful woman on my arm as we walk downtown for dinner or shopping, was a regular occurrence but I never seemed to find a woman that I trusted to love me, just for me, and not my wealth. Also, I was somewhat shy at intimate moments with women but still had a very exciting and pleasurable sex life. I stand five feet ten inches tall; with light brown hair, extremely slim but muscular due to a private trainer, a boyish smile, dark green eyes, and straight startlingly white teeth thanks to an orthodontist when I was a teenager. I am forty years old (look thirty) and I am considered extremely handsome and charming in a shy manner that seems to attract a lot of attention from the ladies. I have always been a giving lover and this seems to satisfy the women that I had relationships with. All this changed dramatically the day I met Sarah at a local diner!!! I had stopped in to get a bite of lunch when I saw her waitressing on the other side of the restaurant. I was immediately taken with her looks and demeanor and switched tables in hopes of having her wait on my table. I had no idea at the time that I had found my dream woman but I could not stop myself from staring in her direction. Sarah was wearing a black skirt, solid white blouse, black stockings, and black sneakers that eluded to the fact that she was experienced in waitressing and knew better that to wear heels when she was going to be on her feet all day. As I watched her dealing with her customers I had time to drink in her appearance and personality. As a writer, I am very astute at people watching and the noticing of details that most people would rarely tune in on. She was backlit by golden sunshine streaming through the window and creating the illusion that she was drifting across the floor instead of walking; the way vampires do in a horror movie. She had long, below the shoulder, raven hair; as black as the depths of outer space and her hair was gleaming as if on fire from within. She wore a radiant smile behind dark ruby red lips that were full and pouty; her skin was the color of pearls, hinting that she took great care to keep the sun off her exposed flesh, and she stood five feet five inches in height. She could only be described in old school terms as a voluptuously built woman. Neither thin nor overweight, with that stomach bulge that more mature women have that we men find so intoxicating. Her breasts were easily 38dd's with a banana tilt that suggested that were firm and tight; with large nipples pressing out against the tightness of the white bra I spotted underneath her blouse. Her firm fanny was a little to large for her frame the same way Jennifer Lopezs' is out of proportion for her size frame and build. She had a lilting voice that suggested a Northern background, and also had a melodious lyrical laugh that entranced me the moment it drifted towards me. The most amazing attribute she possessed was she seemed to be the same age as me but looked much younger than her forty years. Needless to say I was speechless when she approached the table to take my order! "Hello, may I take your order" she asked? I sat transfixed for a moment to long then quickly spouted out that I would have the lunch special with iced tea. She nodded and walked towards the kitchen to place the order as my eyes drank in her seductively swaying hips and ass; secretly wishing that I could take an entire night gently and ravenously kissing that picture perfect hour glass body from head to foot. As she strolled out of view, I realized that I had a throbbing hard on that was poking it's average head straight out from my pelvic region. I am seven inches long when truly hard and have a thick penis that has served me well. This time though, it was causing me embarrassment as I could not get my dick to go down and was having to hide my hard on under the brim of the table. Completely red faced I started concentrating on the most disgusting scenarios I could in hopes of softening my very erect penis. None of which worked! "Here's your order, sir," Sarah said as she placed my meal on the table before me. "Thanks," I replied as she asked if there was anything else I needed. Struggling to keep her near me and open up a more intimate dialogue, I asked for more tea. When she had filled my tea glass I said, "Are you new here. I have been coming to this diner for quite awhile and have never seen you?" "Yes," Sarah replied. "I have recently moved to the Sunshine State from Albany, New York. I got tired of the long cold weather and decided to move to a warmer clime. I have always wanted to live in Florida and now have made my dream come true." Her smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her perfume filled my nostrils with a scent of vanilla that was driving me insane. Once again, I found myself unable to speak and Sarah found this quite amusing. "You seem to be at a loss for words, sir," Sarah said imploringingly. "Is everything alright?" Once again I stammered a response and she smiled so brightly that I was stunned at her beauty. For the next ten minutes we chatted and the conversation became easier and more comfortable. Throughout the remainder of my lunch she would stop by and we would chat for a few minutes before she would scurry off to take care of a customer. Her I shall skip forward to the point of me asking Sarah out for a date after repeatedly eating lunch at the diner for two weeks. Hopefully saving this account from becoming boring due to inane conversation and flirting on both out parts. It seemed Sarah was as taken with me as I was with her. "Sarah, would you care to have dinner with tomorrow night at Columbo's?" I asked as she sat with me during her break. "Sure, I would love to Daniel, what time will you pick me up?" she asked. "How about seven and we can take a walk around the park afterwards and enjoy the ocean," I answered. "Wonderful, I better get back to work," she said as she leaned across the table and gave me a peck on the cheek. AND this started my descent into becoming Sarah's complete and total slut! I picked Sarah up the address she had given me while noticing that it was in the poorer section of town. Well, I suppose a waitress does not make a great deal of salary and pulled up onto the curb in front of her apartment building. As I walked to her door, a man was passed out on the walkway. I noticed graffiti written on a lot of the walls and proceeded to knock on Sarah's door. She answered almost at once. "I am glad you did not have a problem finding me. It is not the nicest part of town but on my salary, I have to get by with what I can afford," she said while motioning me into the room. "Please don't apologize, if you have seen some of the places I have had to live in the past, this would look like heaven in comparison," I said as I entered the room. Sarah was dressed to the nines in a sleeveless back dress that came to mid thigh with spaghetti straps holding it snugly to her body. Across her throat she wore a choker of fake diamonds that sparkled brightly and brought out the real diamond earrings that she wore. Her long hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head with strands of hair hanging down of each side of her eyes. Light make up, black stockings, and high heeled stiletto shoes finished her attire. The result was a beautiful woman and I could not take me eyes from her. I was in heaven. She quickly grabbed a small purse and off we went to dinner. Laughing and chatting on the way, she told me that she had read one of my books that week and really loved my writing. I felt like a man that had won a major championship and she could tell that I was somewhat embarrassed by her flattery. "You don't look comfortable with someone paying you compliments, I should think you would be used to it by now in conjunction with your writing," Sarah stated as she looked me directly in the eyes. Still feeling a bit light headed being with this gorgeous woman who had me so transfixed, I quickly blurted out, "You look so beautiful tonight, Sarah. I feel like a man that has just won the lottery. I have wanted to ask you out since the day I saw you. There is something so intoxicating about you that I feel drunk and boyish!" Blushing slightly, Sarah said that she, too, had wanted to go out with me since we first met. After a small awkward silence, we started talking with the comfortable feeling that old friends have that have known one another for years. I noticed while at a stop light that she had the most beautiful delicate feet and toes that I had ever seen. A deep crimson polish that brought out the whiteness of her feet and body in stark contrast to the black dress and attire she was wearing. Her finger tips were also painted the same color. We arrived at Columbo's, a small, intimate Italian restaurant that had wonderful dishes and plenty of privacy for it's patrons. After receiving a bottle of the best Merlot the house had, we placed our order and were left alone to chat. I once again complimented her on how lovely she looked and to my surprise she gave me the same compliment. I was wearing an Armani black sport coat with very light gray stripes, black dress pants, and a maroon colored, short sleeved, button down sports shirt. Very GQ! I was a little unsettled about being described as lovely but thanked her and shrugged it off as a mis-worded comment. After several glasses of wine apiece, we were starting to get relaxed & personal with one another, and I asked her what attracted me to her in the first place. "From the moment I met you," Sarah said looking directly into my eyes once again. "I knew you were a gentle, loving, and extremely kind person. I have a little white lie I must confess, Daniel. I knew who you were when you entered the diner the first day We met. I have read all of your books and love the way you portray women as being so strong and in control of their lives. It is a real turn on to meet a man that truly believes that women are equals in every sense of the word, and is not ashamed to admit it. Plus, you are definitely a very pretty man! I am sure you have to chase the women off of you to get in your front door." There it was again, she was referring to me in a feminine way! Once again, I shrugged it off as a mis-quote and thanked her for the compliment. We ordered more wine, ate our meal, and got a little more than slightly drunk as we discussed our earlier lives before meeting one another. After dinner, we walked to the park hand in hand and feeling no pain from all the wine. It was a calm, slightly cool evening for Florida, and I put my arm across her shoulder as I saw her shiver slightly. We stared out at the moon for a few minutes Saying nothing, just enjoying the closeness of one another. I was so turned on to be with this intriguing woman that I was having to fight my hard on as we started walking deeper into the park. I hoped she felt as I did when she suddenly turned to me and stated that she wanted to tell me something serious. "Look, Daniel," she stated, "there is something I want to get into the open right now. I am really enjoying your company and truly adore the conversations we have had at the diner, and I would like to continue seeing when another after tonight. But, I have found out through bitter experiencethat when a man finds out about my past, I usually get very dumped very quickly." Somewhat shocked at her outburst, I stopped and took her shoulders in my hands and turned her to face me. "Sarah, what are you talking about? What past? Why do you seem so upset?" The questions just rattled out of me surprising the both of us. "I am sure you have seen the tattoo on my calf and ankle; as I have seen your eyes roving over me when you thought I wasn't looking. I am not offended, please understand that! Actually, I am thrilled you like what you see. I could tell by the hard on you have been struggling with all evening," Sarah said with a smile and a matter of fact manner. I turned what I am sure was a bright red and thanked God that it was dark in the park and hopefully Sarah would not see that I was utterly humiliated to know that she knew I had been hard on and off all night. "Please, Daniel, do not be embarrassed. Again, I consider it a compliment that you find me so attractive that you cannot control your erections. A forty year old waitress that is leaning to being slightly plump takes her compliments whenever and where ever she can get them," Sarah said while smiling coyly. "Sarah, you are not in the least fat nor do you look forty years old. I was scared you were not going to have an interest in me because I thought you were a lot younger than I was when we first met. You are gorgeous! I truly, truly mean that. Never have I been so infatuated with a woman. Nor have I ever found a woman I consider so utterly fascinating. Please, PLEASE, tell me what you are talking about," I pleaded. "OK, I am going to be honest and straight forward with you from the very start, Daniel," she said. "And also very blunt about my past. It has cost me relationships with men and I have been trying to start a new life for the past ten years. I am tired of meeting a nice man and losing him after a couple of months due to the fact that he cannot come to terms with my past." Sarah exhaled a deep sigh, seeming to take a moment to gather her thoughts and focus her attention directly on me. "In New York, I grew up in a small community outside of Albany. It was a small town and everyone knew one another and their business, kind of a Mayberry setting from the Andy Griffith show. My Father died when I was seven in a bad car accident and my Mother wasted no time in re-marrying. Unfortunately, she married a scum of a man that molested me and raped me repeatedly from the time I was ten until I ran away from home at fifteen years of age. My Mother to this day will not believe me when I tell her what happened to me with her husband, my step Dad. Sometimes, I think she knows and just refuses to admit it took place." Sarah paused, with tears in her eyes and took a deep breath. "At fifteen, I met a man named Butch that was twenty three years old and a member of the Blood Pagans, A motorcycle gang that was as mean and as criminal as the name implies, and more. I met Butch through a girl friend of mine and we started dating despite the age difference. He seemed so tough and so handsome that I immediately fell in love with him and his way of life. There seemed to be protection belonging to him and the BP's had a mountain house that we all lived in together. People would come and go and it was an all time party. I soon got hooked on drinking and drugs and quit going home. My step Father came to get me and Butch beat the living hell out of him and quickly became my hero for doing so. My Knight in Shining armor so to speak," she said while taking a minute to catch her breath. I listened intently as she told her tale. "As my drinking and drugging continued to escalate," Sarah said, "Butch's got out of control. He became violent, abusive, and down right sadistic. He would let his gang members fuck me whenever they wanted, even going so far as to pimp me out to others that came through our little commune and gang. He started making me beg for my alcohol and drugs, made me dress like the slut I was becoming and generally took control of my life. At parties, he would tie me and several other girls spread eagle on benches and allow party goers, male and female, to fuck me, abuse me, use my mouth as a fuck hole, and charge them all for the right to do so. The only escape I had was to get blind drunk or so high I would not feel a thing. "As this progressed I began to accept that I was nothing more than a sexual slave to his whims and sadistic nature. I was once fucked by fifty three men in one evening. This went on until I was twenty nine years old. There was a time when I would get really high that I actually enjoyed being his cunt and having all that cock at my disposal. Then I would sober up and become truly disgusted with myself and my life. I wanted to die. Then Butch was killed in a motorcycle accident and I saw my chance to escape this lifestyle and get help. Not only for my drinking/drugging but also for the many communicable diseases I had contracted during this time. Luckily, I never caught Aids or Herpes, or anything that was life threatening or incurable. How I will never know. "I sold his motorcycle for twenty thousand dollars and signed myself into a drug rehab that also specialized in psychiatry and dietary control. I had dropped to ninety pounds and was nothing more than skin and bones. After six months of rehab, I was disease free, mentally and physically healthy, and started out to build my new life. I have been doing so for the last ten years. It has not been easy. Butch had me tattooed in private places with grapgic, disgusting tatooes and I have no education. I have been surviving by working hard and cleaning up my vocabulary and lifestyle as well as moving away from where it all happened. I read a lot and spend a lot of time at the beach even though I do not tan very easily or for very long. I am simply trying to live life as a normal human being and trying to find some peace and love in my day to day life." Sarah looked emotionally and physically drained after telling me all of this sad story and all I could think of to do was hold her close to me and tell her it was all going to be OK. After a while, I led her back to the Hummer and drove her home, neither of us saying a word. When we arrived at her apartment, she looked at me and said, "So, is this the last time I will see you?" "Absolutely not," I replied. "Your story is amazing, Sarah, and I truly have a great amount of respect for what you have done and what you have endured. I still consider myself to be fortunate just to be sitting here with you. If you would like, I would love to see you again soon," I said with true enthusiasm. Sarah leaned across the seat, kissed me on the lips briefly, took my hand and pulled me out the door and up to her apartment. We made love over and over on our first date, first time alone together, and have been seeing each other non-stop since that first date. It's been three months now and our relationship is going on stronger than ever. The sex is fantastic and Sarah always initiates the love making and guides us in what we will do sexually. I didn't mind after hearing her horror story of rape and trains forced upon her. I had also noticed that she was getting more and more comfortable around me and her surroundings. She was definitely enjoying living in a nice house and driving my Ferrari as her personal car. She had quit the waitress job and moved in with me, selling her broken down Toyota and banking the money in her name. She also sold all the furniture she had as well as her clothes and banked this money too. Her premise was that since she was not working she would need to have some of her own money. I agreed. I also went out shopping with her and bought her an entirely new wardrobe, including jewelry, hand bags, shoes, panties, lingerie, expensive soaps and perfumes, Hell, everything she wanted, And was glad to do so. She was as excited as a little child. We came home from shopping and cooked a great meal and ate outside on the patio with Sarah dressed in nothing but her new lingerie and me begging to touch her. She refused and said to wait until after dinner. During dinner she told me how much she loved and adored me. She stated she was so lucky to have found her soul mate and how lucky we were. Then she asked the question that changed my life, as well as her's. "Daniel, do you mind the way that I control the love making and the sex that we have?" she whispered. What could I say. She was sitting there in black stockings, thigh high stiletto leather boots, a black teddy that had holes cut out at the breasts so I could admire the pierced nipples she had, a real diamond choker that cost me twenty thousand dollars, black lipstick and black nails. She looked like the epitome of a Gothic Dominitrix and was turning me on with her stand offish attitude about me touching her. "We need to talk, pretty Baby," she said. "I have noticed that you really seem to enjoy the way I control our sex, but, I have noticed too, that you seem to enjoy the way I make the household decisions, restaurant decisions, even the movies that we will see. You got a hard on in Wal Mart the other day when I denied you buying that new fishing tackle because you really did not need it. Is this true?" she enquired. "Sarah, I just adore seeing you happy and smiling. I know a man is suppose to take charge in the bedroom, but, I actually enjoy you being in charge. It takes the pressure off of me trying to figure out what you want and really enjoy," I answered slowly taking in her expression. I could tell that she was relieved with my answer and ventured a little further into unknown territory. "I may be wrong in this assumption, but, with what you lived through with the bikers I thought you needed to feel like you were in complete control in order to enjoy the sex we are having. It would seem to be a normal reaction to someone that was forced to have sex against her will," I said tentatively. The pool lights were flickering gold beams across her black clad body as she pondered the answer I gave her. She looked like a golden angel from the pits of Hell as the light danced across her voluptuous figure. "I am so glad to hear that, Honey," she finally replied. A devious smile was playing across her lips as she continued speaking. "I want to share a deep emotional need I have with you. I hope you are man enough to handle this feeling I have and I also have confidence that you will," she said seductively. She absent mindedly played with a pierced nipple as she said, "After I left the biker life, I made a commitment to myself that I would never again be controlled by a man. In fact, if I ever got into a serious relationship, it would be me that did the controlling, never again having sex when I was not in the mood for sex, and not bowing down to a man because of fear. In the few relationships I had since turning my life around, I discovered a way of life called Femdom. Have you ever heard of it?" she asked. "No, I have never heard of Femdom," I replied quietly. "What is it?" I asked even more in a whisper than before. For some reason I was getting a hard on just contemplating what Femdom might be. If it meant she was going to dress as seductively as she was now, I just knew I would enjoy it. For some reason I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her to glorious orgasms. I felt this overpowering desire to submit and eat her asshole like she loved so dearly. I was clearly aroused and Sarah picked up on this as she always did. "Got a boner, pretty baby?" she casually asked. A wicked smile playing across her face. "Are you trying to figure out what I am talking about in that deliciously imaginative brain of yours?" she said in what I construed to be an extremely mocking tone of voice. "Wonderful, clean and wash the dishes; then meet me in the living room," Sarah said sternly. "And Danniboi, strip naked before you enter the living room; and kneel down before me at my feet, don't speak, just look deeply into my eyes and wait for me to guide you in what will become the integral part of our relationship," Sarah said in a sing song lilting voice. I watched as she exited the patio with those wondrous buttocks swinging from side to side in an exaggerated manner. I almost came in my pants. I quickly cleaned up the table and washed the dishes with visions of sex games running rampant in my mind. The taste of Sarah's pussy already in my mouth. Hell, I could play a role if that's what she wanted tonight. Leave it to my beautiful girlfriend to come up with something new and exciting in our love life. I stripped in the kitchen and made my way to the living room on tip toe. I could not fathom why I was hesitant, but, something in the back of my brain was ticking away like a clock that has run haywire. Sarah was seated on the leather couch in the formal dining room flipping through a Woman's magazine. As I entered, she glanced up and pointed to the floor in front of her. As if removed from my brain and unable to make my own decisions, I quickly knelt in front of her and stared deeply into her eyes as instructed on the patio. I was rock hard and Sarah simply smiled at my predicament. "Thank you for obeying me and showing respect in the proper manner, Daniel," she said slowly. Obviously, she was gauging my reaction to this new form of foreplay, or so I thought. Sarah unfolded her legs and gave me an eye level view of her shaven and tattooed pussy. It was gleamingly wet and actually dripping from her lips. Damn, she was really into this Femdom thingy. "Daniel, I imagine in that pretty little mind of yours you are considering this to be another of my sex games we have played so openly this last three months. But it is not," she said with a little heat in her voice. "Do you know the reason I was attracted to you in the first place?" she asked. Caught off guard at her open and straight forward manner, I stammered that I thought it was for the normal reasons people are attracted to one another. "You are right in that regard, Daniel, but there war something else that attracted me to you; actually, a few things that I noticed in our earlier conversations at the diner. I realized that you were a very sweet person, very compassionate, passionate about me, sincerely interested in how I was feeling and what I was thinking. You have never held my past against me nor has it ever seemed to bother you that I have slept with so many men. From the start you treated me with respect and accepted me for who I am. This deeply touched my heart and was the main aspect that made me fall head over heels in love with you. As we grew in our relationship, I noticed qualities in you that I thoroughly loved as well. Your use of expensive soaps, facial creams to stop the aging in your face, expensive colognes, dressing well at all times. Eating healthy, working out to keep your trim figure. Do you know what this tells me about you, Daniel?" she asked. "No Sarah, what does this tell you, that I try to live a healthy life?" I asked imploringly, not sure where this conversation was headed but noticing that Sarah was acutely serious in what we were discussing. Laughing, Sarah said, "Yes baby, it tells me that you try to live a healthy life. But, it also tells me that you have an equally balanced masculine and feminine side as well." I started to protest but Sarah quieted me with a wave of her hand. "Please don't take that the wrong way, sweetheart. It is not a condemnation of you, but, more a way of telling you that I love your female side as much as your masculine side. You are able to let go of your masculine side when we make love and allow me to take the lead. You allow me to buy the groceries, decide what we will eat at night; generally you allow me to decide everything in order to keep me happy. I ADORE that aspect of you. It is what I have been searching for in a man for many years. Someone that loves me for being me and does not mind that I have a deep need to Dominate and control the relationship. You are that man, Daniel. And I love you to death for being this way. This aspect is what has cemented my desire to be with you for the rest of my life. To wrap you up in a secure blanket of my love and protect you from the world that treated me so cruelly," Sarah said in a very passionate voice. "But Sarah, I can take care of myself in regards to the world. And I like taking care of you, too! You have touched my soul in a way that I never anticipated a woman could. I LOVE YOU!" I spoke loudly and barely in control of the emotions playing through my mind. "Calm down Sweetness," Sarah said lovingly. "I am not judging you, only, telling you what I find so desirable in the man I love. I am different from other women in general. I like being the Dominant partner and I have slowly brought you into enjoying being the submissive partner. You love the way I order you to eat my ass, suck my nipples, massage my body. Have you not noticed that we are not having intercourse as much lately? We play and have sex throughout the day and night, but, you rarely enter me with your dick. You have not noticed this because I am able to keep you stimulated without release and you enjoy being controlled sexually. It is as much a part of you as your pretty little dicky." That stung and I blurted out, "You think I have a small cock?" I yelled loudly feeling like the world was falling out from underneath me. "You've never complained before now," I said heatedly. "What else are you hiding from me? I said acidly. "Baby I am not hiding anything from you. Quite the contrary, I am sharing things with you. Things you need to know about yourself. About me. About us. Let me prove something to you Daniel. A little test to prove you are submissive and that you enjoy being submissive. Also, that I am truly Dominant over you sexually and that you enjoy that too," Sarah said in a sultry voice that melted some of my anger. Sarah smiled to herself as she told me to raise up on my knees and place my dick in front of her within reach of her hand. On my knees I complied. She gently took my dick in her hand and stroked it gently bringing it back to it's full seven inches. Sarah smiled inwardly as she reminded herself that that she had not let me cumm the day before. Knowing I would be hornier than usual, she stroked me harder and looked deeply into my eyes. "Take off my right boot. Place it beside you," she ordered. I did as she told me to. "Do you like the way I tease your dicky, Daniel?" "Yes, I do. It feels so good Sarah. I am close to cumming already!" Sarah continued to stroke and tease my cock as she worked me to the point of orgasm. "Do you want to cumm, prettiboi? Hmmm, do you?" "Yes. Yes. Yes. Please make me cumm, Sarah." "What will you do for me if I make you cumm, little dick? Hmmmm?" Sarah said this in a mocking tone that clearly let me know that she was in control and loving every minute of it. Inwardly I was screaming at myself to regain control of my cock but I was helpless to stop the pleasure I was feeling. "Take my foot and bring it to your mouth my little lover," Sarah said soothingly. I did so. "Now kiss my foot and tell me that you love me. Now," she hissed as I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed it with gusto while she continued to stroke my raging hard on. A feeling of humiliation and shame at being so easily controlled washed over me as I continued to kiss her foot repeatedly. "I love you, I love You, I love You," I ranted as she smiled wickedly and brought me closer to orgasm. "Now suck my big toe like a little dick, my pretty boi slave," Sarah breathed out obviously enjoying me sucking her toe like a submissive little girl being disciplined by her Father. "Good boi, Good boi. Now take all my toes into your mouth and worship them like they are your last meal. Yesss, I love a tongue bath on my feet! Get use to it, sissy. You will worship my feet daily from this point forward. MMMMMM, harder, suck harder my little toe sucking slut," Sarah screamed out. I noticed she was fingering her tattooed cunt and was as close to orgasm as I was. She stopped stroking my cock and concentrated on her own orgasm as a feeling came over me that overrode sensation and I starting sucking her toes like my life depended on it. Sarah screamed out in orgasm and as her body shook all over in pure bliss; then she reached out and took my cock in her hand. As she stroked it to orgasm, she pulled my cock to her out stretched foot and directed the stream of gushing semen directly onto her right, lingerie clad, foot. I wondered briefly what I must look like moaning wildly like a woman in heat, bucking against her hand as she masterfully manipulated me to orgasm. With a deft move she gathered all the cumm erupting from my cock on the top of her beautifully manicured foot, pooling there. Without hesitating, Sarah yelled, "Clean your boi cumm off my foot now, sissy! You will not dirty my gorgeous foot with your boi juice." Immediately and without thinking I drove my mouth to her cumm covered foot and began licking and sucking my sperm deep into my mouth. "Swallow it slut. Don't pool that worthless sperm in your mouth," she once again demanded, slapping me lightly on the head. I swallowed my own cumm as fast as I could wanting nothing more than to please my Beautiful Sarah. Cumm ran down my lips and chin and Sarah tilted my head back to stare into her eyes. "Good slut, good slut," she purred demurely knowing that she had won this battle hands down. I KNEW it too. "Answer me immediately. Do you accept your position at my feet obeying my every command? Do you accept that you are my slut, now? Do you accept that I will rule our relationship with complete control at all times," Sarah hissed as she look into my very soul with those jet black beautiful eyes afire with a glow I had never seen before. I heard myself screaming in ecstasy, as if apart from my own body, "Yes Yes Yes. Ohhhhh Saraaaaaah I do, I do. Please control me as you wish. I love you, I love you." Then without realizing she had been gently stroking my cock to hardness once again, I shot cumm all over her hand and she smiled and said these fatalistic words. "You are mine now to do with you as I wish, I will mind bend you into the perfect feminine sissy husband. We will marry when you are properly trained, my little girlyboi. Accept your fate and clean this cumm from my hand." I obediently lowered my head as her hand came to mouth mouth and sucked greedily at my cumm for the second time in my life. "Follow me now slut, to my bedroom. It is time to start your new life serving me and worshipping me as my slave, sissy, and husband at a later date." With that, she took me by the cock and guided me up the stairs to her not my bedroom. And I followed like the submissive cumm eating slut that I knew deep in my soul that she would turn me into. When we entered the bedroom, Sarah seemed to change personalities all at once. She slipped out of the boots and lingerie she was wearing and put on a simple black teddy. I was slightly disappointed, but said nothing as I stood there naked and frantically trying to get a hold on my emotions. "Why don't you go take a quick shower and we will get into bed and talk. I can imagine that you have quite a few questions for me. Hurry, baby, don't keep me waiting long," she said as I went into the bathroom and started a hot shower. My mind reeling, I tried to make sense out of what had just happened downstairs. Sarah had always been sensuously dominant when we made love, but, I thought it must be a sexual aggressiveness that some women seem to have that are confident in the abilities to satisfy a lover as well as themselves. I could not believe that I had eaten and sucked my own sperm so easily just because she told me to. I knew that when Sarah got me horny I seemed unable to control myself and that had never happened with any woman before. Damn, she got my to kneel and lick her feet like a lap dog obeying it's Master. I finished the shower and turned off the water stepping out and drying off with a towel. How could I go out there and face her? I stood there unable to move, frantically trying to come up with an excuse to hide in the bathroom when the door opened and in walked Sarah. She walked up and kissed me deeply and for a long time. Forcing her tongue deep inside my mouth and swishing it around in a way she knew I loved. "Sweetheart, don't be ashamed at what happened downstairs. It was natural. It was inevitable" she said in a low voice that I had come to adore. "Let's get into bed and relax. I will explain what I did to you and what I want to continue doing in our relationship." She was wearing that black teddy she knew drove me crazy as it only comes down to the middle of her ass and I have a clear view of that big sweet butt swinging side to side as she walks. She was bare foot and I subconsciously glanced down at her feet. My cock started to harden. She caught me staring at her feet and smiled sweetly and knowingly. "My Darling, you know that I love you with all my heart. You know that you can trust me in all ways. Don't be scared of what you do not understand and come with me and let's talk honestly and openly." As we entered the bedroom, it finally struck me that she had remodeled the room to her own liking. I remember hiring the painters and feeling proud that I could afford to give her the room she had always wanted. The walls were a dark pink, almost Salmon in color, and she had new carpet installed to match the walls. The furniture glowed with that new glossy just waxed look; furniture that she had picked out at the most expensive store in the county with some of it being delivered from Miami. It was definitely feminine and I could not believe that I had not noticed just how feminine before now. So much for my detail oriented writer's mind; I slowly sighed to myself. The king sized bed was covered in a gleaming, light pink and white lined silk comforter; now turned down and awaiting us to slip into bed. The sheets were a darker pink and made of silk too; with dark pink pillow covers. Six pillows in all. The sheets alone had cost me over three thousand dollars. I walked over to my dresser and started to put on a pair of pajamas. "No, baby, stay naked. Let's snuggle and talk." I agreed and walked over to the bed and slipped into the sheets, for the first time feeling how soft and cool they felt against my skin. Sarah snuggled up to me and pulled me down until my head was resting on her chest. Her breasts cradling my head like a was a small child. She slowly stroked her fingers through my hair and pulled my lips closer to her breasts. "Why don't you slowly suck my nipples baby and I will explain what happened downstairs," she said. "You keep saying you will explain but keep putting it off by distracting me with sex," I complained. "SHHH, just suckle me and listen, sweetheart," she purred. She was being so sweet and loving; just like she has been until she forced me; I don't know if forced is the right word, coerced me(yeah, that is a better word) into being a boitoy by using my horniness and desire against me. "I know I was a little cold downstairs but I wanted to show you that you want what happened as much as I do." I quickly protested, "I do not want to be a sperm eating slave to you, Sarah. I just want to love you and live a life with you, happy. I do not mind doing kinky things for you as I love to please you sexually as well as in every day life. I thought we were happy with our sex life. I know that I was happy" I said a little more calmly that I had expected myself to be. "You said I have a little dick that does not please you. I have never had a woman complain before. I know that I am not hung like a horse, but, on the other hand I am not small either," I quickly added with a little to much anger in my voice. "Please darling, don't get angry" she pleaded. "I know that you do not have a small dicky. I just said that to keep the dominant mood running. A sort of word play to keep you submissive and allow us to continue the scene we were playing." "Scene, what are you talking about?" I mumbled as I continued to gently suckle her breast like a new born. "We were in a Dom/sub scene baby; with you subbing as I Dommed. It was what turns me on the most sexually. I love to be in complete control of you sexually. I suppose it goes back to my time of being forced to commit sexual acts against my will. Maybe it is a way of ridding myself of those awful memories by doing the opposite and therefore changing the way I feel about myself. When I dominate you I do not feel like that lost little girl so terrified of her man. Of the like I was forced to live. It gives me a feeling of accomplishment because I am turning my life around with the man I love more than anything in the world. Please say you will try being submissive to me, just try it. If you don't like it, we can always go back to our love life as it was before. I am completely happy with the way we make love. But, it has always been a deep fantasy of mine to meet a man that loved me enough to do what ever I asked of him," she added almost out of breath. As she paused, I stopped sucking her nipples and looked at her straight in the face. "Is this something that you truly want and need? If so, I will try, Sarah. But what bothers me is that you seemed to be humiliating me on purpose downstairs. And I could tell by how wet you were that you enjoyed humiliating me. I saw how your pussy dripped with juice as you made me suck your toes and kiss your feet," I said starting to get hard again just thinking about what happened downstairs; plus the taste of her sweet nipples in my mouth was giving me this emotional need to please her at what ever cost. I felt completely vulnerable at this point and Sarah seemed to pick up on this. "Daniel, I know in my heart that you are a submissive lover. I, too, know that whether you admit it or not, you enjoyed what happened downstairs. You are getting hard right now just thinking about the power I held over you and the taste of my pretty feet in your mouth. You are a rich and powerful man in this town, you are a semi-celebrity in the U.S. with your novels, and you are used to getting what ever you desire through your wealth and charm. Not to mention that you are a very pretty and intelligent man. But, deep down, you are as insecure with your wealth as I was when we first started dating. I remember thinking, what would such a lovely and rich man want with a lowly waitress like me. He can have any woman he wants. Women much younger, prettier, and willing to do what ever he desires just to be with him," Sarah said in such a matter of fact voice that for the first time since I hit it big with my writing I actually felt a little ashamed of being wealthy. Sarah appeared to be waiting on an answer and I tried to form words that would not come into my mind. We laid in silence for quite a while just holding one another; each of us lost in their own thoughts. Sarah finally pulled away from me and headed towards the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, "I have to pee and then am going to get some diet coke. Do you need anything?" I just shook my head no, and she went into the bathroom and closed the door. To this day, I do not know what prompted me to do what I did next. Seemingly without so much as a thought I got up and treaded to the bathroom. I opened the door as Sarah was sitting on the toilet. I could hear her urine splashing into the bowl as she looked up at me with a questioning look. I really did not know what I intended to do once I got in the bathroom so I stopped two feet short of her and stared. She looked so prim and proper with her knees touching; as the heels of her feet turned out, forcing her pretty toes to mash down into the plush carpet at her feet. She looked like a Queen. So beautiful. So feminine in what would be a vulnerable position to most people. But not Sarah. She finished peeing and reached for the toilet paper without saying a word. Just staring at me with those big black eyes so focused on mine that they seemed to pass a command directly into my mind. Without making a sound, I knelt in front of her and watched as her hand came away from the toilet paper without taking any off the role. "May I clean you, my Queen?" I lustfully said. The breath and heaviness of my voice betraying the submissive feelings welling up in me as my mouth slowly made it's way to her urine soaked pussy. "Yesssssss, Yesssssss, my looooooove, clean your Queen! Clean your Mistress! Clean your fianc?e! Oh baaaabyyyyy, I knew you would come around. I am so proud of youuuuuuuu!!!!!!" Sarah screamed as my mouth slowly opened and I placed it directly on her pussy. I really did not know what was expected of me so I just started licking and sucking at her pussy. I could feel her juices starting to gush and mixed with her urine it had a bitter/salty/sweet taste. I greedily began licking and sucking her pussy as I felt her hands clasp behind my head and pull me tighter into her mound of shaven woman flesh. The Skull and Crossbone tattoo above her pussy staring at me. I saw the blood painted on the tattoo dripping off the teeth as I fell into a deep emotional state of submission. I LOVED THIS WOMAN! I LOVED SARAH! I would do anything she asked of me. I WANTED TO BE HER SLAVE! HER SLUT! HER WHORE! HER SERVANT! More than anything, I wanted her to control me and make me into the lover she needed to be happy. As I finished sucking her pussy, Sarah pulled my head up and with far away eyes asked me, "Are you ready, baby, are you really ready to give yourself to me completely?" "Yes, my Mistress, I am ready! I am totally dumbfounded, I don't know what to do, but, I am ready to give myself to you completely," I said in a voice so low that it sounded feminine and scared even to my ears. With a smile as radiant as the sun, a smile transformed through a feeling of triumph, of love, and of Dominance, Sara said, "Then drink my golden nectar, my love, drink it down deeply! Submit yourself to me! To my Guidance! To my Powerrrrrrrrrr!!" Sarah yelled out as she pulled my mouth once more to her pussy and let go with a river of pee. I obediently swallowed and sucked the urine form her pussy and it filled my mouth, my thoughts, my life! Part One of a series of how a man completely in love with his girlfriend is slowly and completely turned into her adoring and sub-serviant feminized slut/husband.