The force

“That’s it”, he exclaimed, and ran his hand through his dark blond hair. He looked down at the feisty woman who had turned his live upside down the last couple of week with exasperation. He had reached his breaking point, what ever she wanted, he knew he could not give it to her. He was thoroughly fed up with compromising, and constantly listening to her reasonable, but unwanted demands for equality and her unreasonable demands for him to change.  He knew he could not change, and deep down, he also know that he did not want to. Something hardened inside him, as he reached a decision.
“You are now faced with two possibilities. Either this is over, and you will not see me again. Or I take you away, and you will be mine completely. No contract, no safeword, no limits no discussion. You will not be allowed to do anything that I have not allowed you. You will in all effect be my slave, and there’s no going back unless I allow it.. And I’m not likely to do that”

Her face had changed from vexed to downright angry, but now she was starring at him with fear clearly showing in her wide eyes and pale face. She was about 2 inches shorter than he, but right now she was feeling more like it was 10 feet. She felt like the rug had just been pulled from underneath her. An abyss was forming in front of her, panic started to set in.

“NO!” she exclaimed, in protest. Crossing her arms defensively

He looked at her, his anger dissipating, replaced with regret and resignation.
“Yes” he said simply, and turned around and started towards the door

“Wait! please!” she exclaimed in surprise and chock.

he turned to look at her, and the blankness of his expression, his resigned sadness made her stomach clench into an even tighter knot.
“But I’m not even sure I want any of all that stuff at all” she exclaimed meekly

He turned again, shaking his head

“What about my job?” she asked, horrifying  herself for even having thought this far

“No. It’s unlikely I will ever let you work for anyone other than me” he said, his face softening as he spoke to her. Something like compassion crossed his mind, but it was a detached emotion. He had made his decision, and he knew it would be final
“My family? my friends?” she said, still to stunned to feel much of anything except the chock. She could feel tears starting to press insistingly somewhere behind her eyes.

“I’ll let you see your family eventually, but you will always be controlled. No friends, no” Something like hope started to form inside him, as he looked at her coolly. Pictures of her kneeling, weeping body surrendered completely to him flew through his consciousness briefly.

“And cinema, tv, books, picnics.. camping?” she asked horrified, the reality of the situation starting to dawn on her

“Nothing will be as it is now. I might let you read what ever I choose, or take you out, if you deserve it. But your life will be about pleasing me, not you”

She felt dizzy, nauseated. Somehow it felt not quite real. She had a strange urge to laugh at the absurdity of the situation

“But you’ve had subs before me.. I don’t understand, they where not like that” It was just so unfair, she had tried to live up to his demands, she just needed to .. keep her self respect and .. she wasn’t sure, her head seemed so full of conflicting emotions she didn’t even know what she felt

His expression didn’t change, he only lifted his eyebrow

She bowed her head in humiliation. She knew she had been a demanding girlfriend, that she had asked him to compromise things he had never compromised before. She had questioned everything he wanted and had openly asked of her, and she had agreed to very little, fighting him, and hoping he might change to accommodate her needs.

“Children” she asked, her voice breaking as she said the word

He paused and thought about it. Cocking his head, he answered her softly

“yes, eventually. But not for many years. You’d be so used to obedience at that point, it would be second nature. We will never have an equal relationship, even if I’ll keep it less marked around kids. “

She sat down on the floor, her hands covering her face. Everything was spinning inside her head, and her legs simply didn’t seem stable enough.

“When do I need to decide” she asked, not even recognising her own voice

He looked at her expectantly, than answered completely coolly

“I’ll give you five minutes”

It felt more like he had punched her in the stomach. She hugged herself, as she sobbed on the floor. All her friends, her family. Her job, her life. She worried about the pain, the humiliation and degradation. Would she even be the same person any more, if  she was his what? Slave? Would she give up her freedom, even herself for what?  Just to be his sex slave, an object he could do with and form as he pleased. That did not sound very much like the romantic notion she had had about her dream man when growing up. The thought of agreeing to this was disgusting to her, it nauseated her to her very core. But above it all, she felt her need for this man. His blue eyes even as they where now, stern and cool. Just his presence in her life, was like a light had turned on in her life, . The thought of not seeing him again felt like a death sentence.  Since she had known him, she had felt a passion and purpose she had never experienced before. Their relationship had been bumpy at best, but it had meant everything to her. Everything else felt dull grey and boring compared to being with him. Regardless of his feelings towards her, she knew she loved him passionately, almost obsessionally. Could she really turn of the light that had been turned on when she met him?

“Times up” he declared. He was standing directly above her, looking down on the shivering sobbing mess he had reduced her to. Looking at her, he did feel guilty, but he knew with a confidence he hadn’t felt in a long time, that this was the options that still remained open to him. He didn’t know whether he should hope for her submission, or not. He would miss her, he knew that on a gut level. The relationship  they where having now was hurting  both of them, and he was tired of feeling guilty, of hurting her. The few times he had taken her roughly, spanked her mildly, she had responded, and he knew she was submissive, even if she didn’t know herself.  There was also the fact that he longed to force her to submit. To punish and control her, to feel her yield and bent to his will.

“okay” she answered meekly, not lifting her eyes from her hands, that she held clutched in her lap. She was kneeling back on her feet, she felt a strange sense of relief to know it was not longer in her hands. The decision was made, and she knew in her gut that it was the only one she could have made.

He felt a sense of chock at her word, and to see her kneeling resigned on the floor in front of him. He realised that he had not expected her to submit to this. She had fought him on everything from mild spanking to holding her arms when he fucked her. Now she was agreeing to being his slave for ever. He felt a wave of affection wash over him. He knew what this would mean to her, and that she would not have done it if her feelings for him had not been strong indeed. He also felt something shift inside him. She was his now, and he could feel the sense of power and control filling him.

“Okay what?”
His voice was suddenly louder, more demanding

“I will be .. what ever you want from me. I’ll do all the things you want.. Sir” she swallowed hard. Then she looked up at him. It was like a jolt went through her, his eyes where dark and demanding. Dangerous even, she felt scared, but for a few moments she felt something else. As if something tied them, something that left her, and was filled by his consciousness. It was there, then it was gone.

“could you maybe not..” She started

“NO!” he barked sternly, interrupting her.
“Get up” he snapped, and she hastily scampered to her feet. She longed to be in his arms, to feel him close to her in any way.

He grabbed her arm, and roughly showed her around and bent her over his desk, so her arms where resting on the wooden surface, and her ass was exposed and sticking up. He lifted up her skirt, and gruffly tore down her panties. It didn’t exactly hurt, but she still felt humiliated that he didn’t seem to care whether it did or not.

“I am you master now, and you will address me as such. You are not to speak unless spoken to, and I want to hear nothing from you mouth but moans and cries otherwise. Is that understood?”

She heard him rattling his clothes, and she tensed in anticipation.

“Yes, Master” she mumbled, blushing as she said the words.

A sharp wooosh, than a thunderously loud SMACK! filled the air, and it took her a second to realise that he had slapped her butt. The pain was excruciating, overwhelming. She howled out in response.  Then she remembered, and she tried to calm herself, so she wouldn’t get up and slap him. The pain subsided into a dull throb. Tears filled her eyes again.

“Do NOT mumble at me. Again”

“Yes Master” she said breathlessly, but clearly.

The humiliation washed over her, but in that second she felt his cock on her pussy. He showed it into her with no preliminaries, brutally fast and he immediately started to bang into her again and again. Showing her into the desk.

To her utter consternation, she had never experienced anything as pleasurable. He seemed to be filling her all out, not just her pussy. She saw stars, as he moved inside her, and she knew she craved nothing than to feel him like this forever. She could not help the moans that escaped her throat, or her involuntary helpless efforts to assist him.

He relished the feeling of her soaking wet pussy around him, as he slammed into her. He had never felt her this wet, and never heard such sounds come from her mouth. The feeling of power and control, and the knowledge that, in spite of herself she wanted this felt like a rush to his head. He grabbed her hips, and pushed her against him with every push in. He knew he could not last much longer, so he made the last seconds count as he smashed into her.

The sounds coming from her throat didn’t even seem human, not even to her. She was to consumed to care. As he came in her, it was even more intense, and she felt like she was drifting away on a cloud of euphoria, at the same time it felt so real and carnal. He moaned out as he came, then he pulled out leaving her panting on the table.

“Kneel on the floor” he ordered, and she scrambled to comply. Being his slave had unfortunately not made her any more graceful. He dropped her cell phone in her hands

“Call your family and your friends. Explain that you will be travelling for several months, and you’ll contact your family when you get back.   Then quit your job. You can come and clean out the office tomorrow. You have an hour”

her mouth was open, and it took her a few seconds to answer “Yes Master”, but he simply turned and left the room.

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