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Kneel
By Caitlyn Masked
Pride. Pride has brought me here.
You see while I've been openly submissive for years and years, I've never
found a dominant that could truly master me. You'd think it would be
easy. I'm short and slight for a man and no overt threat to any woman.
But if I've had one mistress, then I've had a dozen, and none of them
could ever really break me out of my mold. They'd use chastity, they'd
use cuckolding, they'd have me perform oral on them, but even though I
did everything they asked they all eventually found my insolence to be
too disconcerting. They always had the feeling that I was topping from
the bottom. When I wanted to be spanked, I'd just misbehave and make
them punish me. When I wanted to have sex, I did everything perfectly
just to earn that reward... and of course return to my ways once I was
sated.
One night, after my most recent mistress took her collar from me, a dark
and handsome man sat next to me and ordered up two beers. Without ever
looking me in the eye he quietly explained how he had heard of me... the
unbreakable slave... and how if I truly wanted to find satisfying
submission, he could get me there. Before I could even scoff at the idea
of submitting to another man he pulled out a business card and snapped it
down in front of me. He said confidently that I had to make a choice,
either call him at that number at precisely midnight or forever keep
searching for someone to submit to.
He walked away without another word and was out of sight before I could
even look down at the card. In black ink on a white card it simply said
"Master" and had a phone number. I picked the card up with no intention
of ever calling the weirdo. I didn't want to submit to a man, and how
could he think he could ever dominate me? After a night of pissing off
the so-called domes.... I must have licked that armature for forty
minutes without ever giving her release... I got into a cab and told the
driver to take me home. When I reached into my pocket to pay the cabbie
I pulled out the card. By the clock on the dashboard I saw that it was
11:59. On a whim, I dialed the number. If nothing else, I'd show him
that there's no way a guy could dominate me.
The phone rang and rang and rang. I wasn't going to let this get in the
way. He was playing a game and I'd beat him at it. Instead of hanging
up I paid my fare and walked inside, the phone still ringing and ringing
in my ear. 10 minutes later, when I was seriously starting to think that
he'd forgotten he even spoke to me, he answered. He never even gave me
the chance to speak. He simply told me I did a good job and had a new
choice to make, either go to a local fetish shop and purchase a collar to
wear for him or admit that I was wrong and didn't want to submit to
him.... By kneeling to him at the club.
Kneeling is a very big thing to me. I've never ever willingly knelt to
someone that didn't resort to commanding me to do it. So instead of
getting ready for bed I went to the shop and stared looking at the
collars. When I brought the black leather collar with silver spikes on
it... a stupid over macho guy like this would love seeing me in it....
The bored girl at the counter looked up and pushed the collar aside.
Telling me that 'he' had called ahead and already picked out my collar
she put down....
A necklace made of pearls?
That sick bastard was going to make me wear a 'pearl necklace' even
though he had to know I have a hard limit of sex with men. Of course, if
I didn't accept it, he'd win. I'd either have to go back to the club and
kneel before him or have it be public knowledge that I don't follow
direct commands.... And that's a death knell for a submissive looking for
a dominant.
I paid for the necklace and wore it home. The next night at exactly
midnight my phone rang. Without me programing the number in, the caller
ID came up as 'Master'. With a smirk I set the phone down and let it
ring figuring I'd call him back once he gave up and tell him I couldn't
get to the phone in time. But after 10 minutes, and my phone still
ringing.... How he got my phone to skip going to voicemail is beyond
me... I finally picked it up. No preamble, no hello, no anger at being
made to wait for 10 minutes.... He just simply gave me another choice.
Come outside and kneel to him right now or open the window and shout out
at the top of my lungs three times 'Master I love you and will always
choose to obey you'. And then he hung up.
Moving to the window I saw him standing out on the sidewalk. It was a
quiet night and I could go out and kneel before him without anybody else
seeing it... except he'd know I had chosen to kneel. But if I shouted
out the window, I'd wake my neighbors and call their attention. Some
knew me for the submissive that I was, but many only saw me as a mild-
mannered young programmer. This would certainly let everybody know about
my fetish.
The next morning, I got the expected blank stares from my neighbors.
Even the ones that hadn't heard me shouting had heard about it through
that never-ending urban grapevine. Master kept up his choices for me.
For every choice I made or any complaint I offered he would simply remind
me that I was choosing what happened. That if I simply knelt to him,
he'd happily set me up with a Mistress he knew that could dominate me in
the way I wanted. But I wouldn't let him beat me... even if his choices
soon took on an obvious theme.
Kneel, or get a full body wax. Kneel, or wear a locked chastity device.
Kneel, or sign up for an exercise regimen at an all-female gym. Kneel,
or get a pedicure with red nail polish. Kneel, or get a matching
manicure. Kneel or allow the stylist into my home to give me makeup
lessons. Kneel, or get a wig and learn how to style it. Kneel, go to a
lingerie shop and have the sales lady model whatever he wanted on me.
Kneel, or wear nothing but heels. Kneel, or start wearing dresses while
out and about. Kneel, or go to an adult bookstore and buy a lifelike
realistic 7 inch dildo. Kneel, or spend an hour each night watching a
video on fellatio and practicing on my 'mini master'.
By the time he told me to meet him back at the club I easily passed as a
woman. Unless someone noticed my Adams apple, heard me speak, or noticed
my breasts were very nice falsies, they thought I was just another of the
many female submissives there. Master lead me by the hand to his table
and sat down. When I saw there wasn't another chair I knew what was
coming. "Kneel, or sit down." Without any reasonable option I chose to
sit. In his lap. With his hand comfortably on my stockinged thigh he
told me that he was very proud of me. That I'd done everything he'd
wanted and did so with only minimal protests.
But as his hand slid further up allowing his thumb to glide on my skin
above the lacy tops of my stockings, he continued. He told me that if I
wanted to continue, he would be very happy at being my master. But that
I would truly be submitting to him. There would be no more choices....
I'd simply have to do what he said. He did say there'd be an out, but
to get out of our relationship, once agreed to, I'd have to kneel before
him and beg him.
He pulled out a contract and held it up for me to read. He patiently
held it and flipped the pages when I requested it. I had to swallow hard
as I recognized a standard Master/slave contract. I'd only ever signed
one before but my Mistress broke the contract... and was forever thrown
out of our community for doing so. So, without it being stated in the
paperwork, I knew what the consequences of breaking this contract would
be. And the contract was explicit and simple. It had a section for hard
limits, but that area was left blank. My previous hard limit of no male
sex wouldn't be part of our agreement. If I signed this, he could order
me to get between his legs here and now and directly show him how my
training with 'mini master' was going. The only caveat in the contract
was how to end it. As the master he of course could end our relationship
at any time, but for me to end the relationship would require me kneeling
in front of him and begging convincingly that I wanted out.
When I was finished reading, he sat the paperwork down and signed it. He
then moved the pen to my hand and pulled my hand to where I would sign.
My hand was shaking as he leaned in and whispered into my ear, "No
kneeling here... you either sign or walk away. Just know that you've
never submitted this fully before and that you desperately want to
continue to do it."
A part of me hated him for this, but I couldn't deny that he was
incredibly masterful. That for the last week or so in our relationship I
hadn't even considered kneeling. That I had simply been following the
commands of my master. This contract simply took away the pretense of a
'kneeling' choice and allowed him to continue. No woman had ever brought
me this far... but did I want to continue with a Master. Did I want to
be a man's slave?
The next day Master moved me into his home. He set everything of mine
into a trust that I could take back any time I wanted. It would only
require a copy of the contract we'd both signed and the nullification of
it at the bottom. Not only was I his, he now owned everything of mine.
Everything started to move faster. I soon got used to the feeling of his
hands on me. Hugging me, stroking my back or backside, and of course
being put over his knee and spanked. My lips also got used to touching
him, although he never made me kiss him on the lips. I kissed his chest
good morning every day and kissed the palm of his calloused hand good
night every evening. I had to dress every day under his guidance and
then help him get dressed. The most difficult thing was his mastery of
moving forward just fast enough to keep me off balance and yet never push
past my boundaries. Or what I thought my boundaries were.
At first, he pulled his own underwear up then I had to crouch and help
him into his pants. When I was able to do that comfortably, I then had
to pull his underwear up too, seeing his naked cock stare softly at me
out of the corner of my eyes. When I was able to do that comfortably I
had to crouch before him before getting him dressed and simply look at
his manhood. When I was able to do so without turning my flaming red
blushing cheeks away, I had to lean forward and give him a kiss at the
very base of his cock.
And while he was getting me accustomed to seeing and touching his body,
he kept modifying mine. The first procedure was a collagen injection to
my lips. Forever after that day he would always refer to my 'perfect
cock sucking lips'. Next up was permanent hair removal. After that was
surgery to reduce my Adams apple and permanently change my voice.
Finally, last autumn I had my breasts implanted.
There were plenty of times that I considered kneeling and begging to be
released. But Master was... well he was Masterful. Without me saying
so, he knew when I was in distress and would seem to calm his ever-
continuing onslaught of dominance. When thoughts of leaving left my mind
he would then pick up and continue making me over more and more into his
perfect feminine slave.
He knew that sex with him or other men was a big block for me, but he
also knew that my own sexual satisfaction was a big motivator. While he
often had me sexually pleasing the many women he brought home, he never
once commanded me to perform on him or his masculine friends. But he'd
always offer me the opportunity to please them with my own sexual
satisfaction as a reward. The first chip in my armor was Chad. Sitting
next to him while watching the baseball game, Master had me sit in his
lap. I'd sat in Master's lap so often that I did so without any
hesitation.... And noticed that Chad had a raging hard on.
Master told me that if I made him cum by simply sitting in his lap, I
could have my own orgasm later that night. Somehow, I managed to keep
the smile on my face as I wiggled my curvy plump tush over Chad's crotch.
I actually felt him throb and pulse under me as the warm sticky wetness
soaked through his shorts and into my skirt. And of course my reward was
getting my chastity cage removed and being able to rub myself to an
orgasm with a pillow. It was frustrating and quick... and the most
powerful orgasm I've ever experienced.
It soon became quite the honor to have me on his friends' laps and they'd
actually fight over the chance. Next up was using my hand. At first, I
simply had to rub his friends through their pants. But soon after I'd
felt a dozen or so orgasms against my palm I had to pull them out of
their pants and give proper hand jobs. Licking the cum off of my hands
was humiliating in the extreme, but watching one of Master's women lick
my cum off of their hands was almost worth it. Almost. If it wasn't for
Master's smile and genuine happiness I couldn't keep doing it.
I still kept working on 'mini master' but often enough I'd have to do
that while lying face down on Master's lap. The first time I made him
cum was actually a mistake. I was laying down on master's lap,
practicing taking 'mini master' into my throat. Master of course had his
pants down so that I could be near his bare manhood. I had to keep my
hand lightly around the base of his cock otherwise it would bump up
against my cheek. I guess I was getting to much into my lesson and as my
head bobbed up and down and repeatedly took mini master into my throat my
hand started to bob up and down on Master's cock. His voice was strained
when he told me to stop, but for a moment I continued on wanting to show
him that I could deep throat as well as his girlfriend.... That's when I
realized what my hand was doing... that's when Master came shooting spurt
after spurt of is hot sticky cum all over my face.
Everything came crashing down around me. Yes, I had given hand jobs and
licked the cum from my hands but I had never had a man give me a facial
before and it as too much to take in. I let go of Master and turned my
face away from him, not wanting him to see my tears. I'm sure it
couldn't have been easy for Master to move so quickly after his orgasm
but he easily scooped me up into his arms and took me into the master
bathroom. Gently he lowered me into the tub and started cleaning me up.
Being handled so gently and so reverently made me realize just how far I
had come, and how much I'd changed, which only brought more and more
tears. Through all of my crying though, Master was there working to keep
me calm without stopping me from fully experiencing my emotional moment.
That was a big night for me. I slept in Master's bed. He actually broke
a date with his girlfriend just so he could stay by my side. Without him
telling me to do so, I fell asleep with my head on his chest, his
heartbeat filling my ears up with the sound of him. With the sound of
his love for me.
When Master went away on his business trip he told me that he was very
proud of how far I'd come but that he was going to slow down... that he
was going to back off on my training and let me catch my breath. He gave
me no tasks for the week he was away which left me with plenty of time to
think. And in that time, I made a realization... while crossing the line
of having sex with men was something I couldn't imagine... I COULD
imagine doing it if Master would only tell me to do it. That no boundary
of mine could stand up to pleasing him. I don't know when, I don't know
where, I don't' know what act precipitated it... but at some point, this
strong, handsome, kind, gentle, wonderful man had actually become my
Master. Not by some contract or some prideful attempt to show him up...
but deep in my mind, heart, and soul. I would do anything for him. And
I knew of only one way to show him how I felt.
It took me a long time to locate everything, but I eventually found the
first pair of heels he had me wear, the first set of lingerie he bought
for me, and of course that first 'collar'. When he walked into the door,
I smiled at him and without a word kneeled down in the foyer.
"Master, as per our contract, I want to end our relationship. I want out
of our contract. I beg you sir, please let me out of this binding
contract that forced me to submit to you and forced you to dominate me."
His face broke and he rushed to kneel in front of me. With his powerful
hands on my shoulders he asked me why I wanted out. Why I had to end a
relationship that he thought was going so well. He told me that he only
wanted to make me happy and that I was making him incredibly happy all
the time.
My smile came naturally as I continued on, as if he hadn't asked me a
single thing. "Master, please. This is the terms of the contract and I
don't just want out of it... I need to be out of it. You see Master I...
I..." I had to swallow hard to admit out loud what had been ringing
through my mind for days now "...I love you and don't want to be bound to
you by a legal piece of paper. I want to be your slave bound to you by
my own mind and soul. I need this.... Please Master let me be yours."
We made love that night as our contract burned in the fireplace. I'd be
lying if I said it was easy or entirely pleasurable to be mounted and
taken like that, but I'd also be lying if I didn't say it was the most
amazing experience of my life... to have the man I love and the Master I
worship take me for the first time as his.
--The End--
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