My business specialised in enslaving, training and selling females as sex slaves to men, plain and simple. There was a branch that dealt with the opposite, with women slavers kidnapping and training males as sex slaves and selling them to other rich women or wealthy homosexual men. Sometimes I had found out that they occasionally sold a man to a group of heterosexual men, who just used him for a snuff video or hunted him in the forest, or some other venture like that. However as much as I hated to admit it, this particular branch – of which I despised – was growing quite rapidly. Rapid enough that at one point in my life I faced the possible women take over of my business. Now, I could not simply fire them all, shut down the division and be done with it. No, that would lead to unpleasant consequences. Whilst at the time I hated women, I still did believe in the saying Thou hath no fury like a woman scorned, and many clients of this female dominated division of my business where not only wealthy women, but powerful and influential ones to; to bring about their wrath at the sudden severing of their supply of male slaves would be invite to disaster. So to ensure my side of the company stayed ahead in the profits race, I opened up a secret new section; submissive training. The operation was quite simple, men with feisty partners would pay me to ensure their ‘significant’ others were taken down a notch in their defiance. A great many notches.

 

I was enjoying one such session when the phone rang. A wife, only in her mid thirties, was forcing herself not to stream tears as the crocodile clips on her nipples fed her luscious breasts a steady supply of electricity. I was sipping a cup of coffee, enjoying the show, when the phone rang and soon appeared in front of me, carried by an aide, his eyes focused on the exercise to weaken a womans will. Taking the device, I held it to my ear, blocking out the gagged screams of the woman as I calmly spoke.

 

“Speak”

 

“Hello?”

 

My heart skipped a beat, a glimmer slithered over my eyes and my nuts tightened at the sound of the voice I had been dreaming to hear from for what seemed like the beginning of my life. It was Andrea.

 

“Andrea…” I answered calmly, pausing to take a slip of coffee.

 

“Sorry, that it took a couple of days to call, I wasn’t sure if I should”

 

“Don’t worry, you made the right decision” I soothed, the surface of my eyes glimmering from the female light show before me.

 

“I had fun the other night” I continued quickly, wanting to remind her of the demeaning humiliation I put her through.

 

“In fact, I had so much fun, I was hoping we could meet up again some time”

 

This was a hatred of mine when it came to women: their submission, coupled with the fact they liked to be treated like shit. Afterwards they turn around and state their perfect guy would treat them right and respect them. The first half of my dislike followed.

 

 

 

“Um, sure” Andrea sounded hesitant. Good, I mused silently at her hesitation and what it symbolised, showing some self-respect.

 

“Great, it was nice to hear from you again. I hope I wasn’t too hard”

 

“No, not at all” Andrea’s lyrical voice gained something resembling the confidence it first had when we met, before I broke her.

 

“Im free this Friday if you wish to meet up again” I charmed, trying to add an edge of gentleness to my voice.

 

“How…how, about tonight?”

 

Had my ears deceived me? She was that eager to be used as my personal cum rag again so quickly? I still could not believe my luck at the stunning whore I had brought out within her, truly, I would be laughing all the way to the bank when I cashed the check warranted by her sale.

 

“Am…am I catching you at a bad time?”

 

The electrocuted wife, she was too loud.

 

A corner of my lips raised slightly in a small sneer: stupid inconsiderate bitch. No matter, you did not enter this business without having some sort of wit to take you above mere scout.

 

“Not at all my dear, just at home watching a movie. You know how they are these days, all action and no plot.

 

Andrea chuckled slightly, her heavenly voice rising a sensation in my dick akin to the nearing of a climax.

 

“Definitely, Id be delighted to meet tonight, what is the occasion?”

 

“I have a family function tonight and I don’t have a date”

 

A quick glance to my wrist watch revealed that it was rather late in the evening for the beginning of a family function. Once again, reflecting on the last few free days of my life, I cannot fathom how the clear as day clues did not jump up and slap me in the face to wake me up to the obvious. The only thing on my mind at that time was meeting her again and breaking her again

 

“Why not?”

 

“Great!” Ms.Osirio sounded genuinely delighted.

 

“Pick me up in an hour at 107 Northreich Street”

 

My response was cut short by dial tone, as she swiftly hung up.

 

oOo

 

Picking up Andrea had proved uneventful. I had arrived at her house, the lustrous manor impressing me greatly, only to be greeted at the door by the incarnation of beauty herself, the night moon glimmering of her silky ebon mane. A mane, I mused to myself, that I had painted with a scrotum load of cum. It was amazing that the bitch had managed to clean her hair so thoroughly in three days. She wore a glittering dress that highlighted all her beautiful curves and left nothing to the imagination, except the mental picture of me bending her over my desk.

 

Finally, my suspicions were functioning slightly like they should, as we arrived at the place of her ‘family function’. It was a Hotel that only the most wealthiest of the city could afford to stay at, out the front, two men of Midderterainian decent stood out the front, appearing as cheerful as a Russian that had lost his vodka. Something about it, seemed so…wrong. Something was out of place, yet, I could not put my finger on it. It was as if the Andrea’s presence itself clouded my very judgement, and indeed, it was quite possible. My infatuation for her had caused me to make more mistakes in the past three days than I had in the past three years.

 

When we entered, the two men gave Andrea a look and a nod of utmost respect, visiting upon me little more than a passing glance.

 

Now, it is of note at this point of time in my recital to give just a little attention to the animal kingdom, and its predators. One in particular, a tarantula of the Amazon, would spin its webs on the floor of its lair, sometimes going out of its way to lure its unsuspecting prey into such a trap. The prey could be a little predator itself, thinking it was on the trail of a fine feast, only to find out that it was a lot lower down on the food chain that it previously believed. Finding all its escape routes blocked, the prey could do nothing but let the time pass before it met its eventual end at the fangs of the real predator.

 

Such was my feeling when I entered into the main function room.

 

The first thing I remember when entering the main function room, was smoke. When Andrea and I opened a large door each, it was like a truck made out of smoke came crashing into my face, threatening to overwhelm all of my senses in a cloud of second degree cancer. Andrea herself, seemed immune to the fogs intoxicating effects. It took a slight amount of seconds, but my senses swiftly adjusted themselves, and I was able to function properly again, and I did so by taking a quick look around the room. My stomach churned and twisted itself into a knot in my gut when I did.

 

The numerical ratio of gender lay clearly in favour of men, all of which wore smart suits. All of which had styled black hair, all of which looked like little predators in their own right.

 

All of which, were just like Andrea, Italian.

 

As Andrea led me through the fumes so thick I felt I needed a fog horn, I came to notice the way the men where seated at their tables, with the oldest seated in a particular seat, only to have what looked like the next two oldest at his flanks, and so on and so forth, like a hierarchy of elders. The knowledgeable part of my brain knew what was happening, but it’s voice of reason was being drowned by the parasitical touch of fear.

 

When we reached Andrea’s parents, the father did not stand up to shake my hand. She introduced me, speaking warmly of me, and he gave me a respectful nod. He never stood up to address me. He sat on his chair that was facing to the side of the table, dressed in an expensive white suit jacket, black and white shoes on his feet.

 

This couldn’t be happening…how could I have been so fucking blind.

 

I took a seat next to Andrea. I was not allowed to touch her in anyway other than on the hand, lest I come under the vindictive glare of her father.

 

No…

 

Andrea turned to me, her beautiful eyes now seemingly be filled with smugness I never thought orbs of such beauty were capable of, her words touching my heart like poison.

 

“Would you like to have anything to eat?”

 

What could I tell her? ‘Yeah, sure, while your at it, get me a violin case so I have a chance of getting out of here alive’.  Osirio. She was a fucking Osirio. The Osirio’s.

 

Throughout the night, I caught her father looking at her, nothing but pride in his eyes. The way the parent of a predator would beam proudly at their little cub that had torn apart its first victim. I felt so small inside, a nauseating sensation at the top of my gut that threatened to collapse until I was hollow.

 

I was boned. It was as simple as that. Being the head of a company that dealt in the business that I tampered in, I naturally had a group of goons that I could call upon to when muscle was needed. But not on this scale. As it stood, Andrea had willingly sacrificed her dignity and self-respect for one night, on the pay off that I would soon be surrounded on all sides and out gunned, I dreaded to think literally.

 

Towards the end of the night, I was approached by two young dark haired men, naturally, dressed in suits. It seems I was being given the privilege of a poker game invitation, Andrea urged me to accept, I foolishly did. What would have happened if I had said no? It would have been like slapping both men in the face with my dick in front of everyone present. As I was leaving the table to dance down doom-lane, I could have sworn I saw Andrea smirk in the corner of my eye.

 

The game went surprisingly well at first, and for a brief moment my current Mount Fucking-Everest of problems seemed so far away.

 

“Sew, ah, John ey, wachu tink of Andrea huh?” The man that had previously identified himself as Jules spoke in a method that was almost indecipherable.

 

I knew I had to pick my words very carefully. A scene where all six men at the table suddenly stood up played through my head after I said one wrong word, it ended with them all pulling out pistols and riddling me with bullets as I was blown backwards off my chair. All this happened to the Mexican inspired theme of Pulp Fiction.

 

“She is a stunning young woman” I said after what seemed to me like minutes.

 

The man to my direct right, Vince, laughed a cheerful laugh. Lucky for him he had something to be cheerful about, he had not been lured by his dick into the lair of the crafty bitch-queen.

 

“Yeah, she’s something huh!” He said, a grin split his face from ear to ear. “I known ‘er since she was a gurl, she ‘ad all tha boys at school bendin’ over backwards for ‘er!”

 

As anxious as I was to enjoy hearing the past success tales of my personal anti-christ, I chose to instead offer a small smile as a false sign of my happiness. I felt a died a bit somewhat inside.

 

At Vinces statement, the other men laughed to, the way employees laughed at a joke cracked by a person they knew would one day be their boss.

 

“Remember that time she had trouble with the mayor over some property?” Another man asked no one in particular, the way all the men laughed soon after gave me the idea that it was a rhetorical question more than a real one.

 

“Haha! Yeah, she’s a real shark aint she!” Another gentleman cracked, nudging the man next to him as all six joined in a chorus of laughter.

 

“Ey, dun worry kid” the eldest amongst them said to me, noticing my failure to find any amusement in being brought here by a woman these dangerous men referred to as ‘the shark’.

 

“She seems to like you, treat her right and you shouldn’t have a problem”

 

Oh joy… a woman known as ‘a real shark’ likes me. How could I ever express my happiness…

 

Was this the sensation they felt? I wondered to myself. The sensation that all those women I had enslaved and sold felt, when they realised that they had no hope what so ever of getting out of their situation free. It was just a…helpless sensation. I hated it. The feeling grabbed me by the heart that I was powerless to change the future course of events that would lead me down whatever path fate had given me. Did fate, it seem, have a sense of karma? I could only stare at my incoming destination and pity myself. Now I knew why Deer’s didn’t jump out of the way of headlights, instead they just stood there paralysed.

 

After another anecdote that hid the message of Andrea being a vicious, ruthless bitch was shared around the table, the game of poker started. Much to my relief, I was going well, it eased the coil of tension in my stomach. The six men present hid their dark disappointments as I threw down a 7 of hearts and an 8 of diamonds to complete a straight, winning me a $25,000 pot. These boys, it seemed, played with big figures. Money was to them, what women were to me: plentiful and for enjoyment only.

Using Texas rules, there were already four cards down, and from my point of view, the odds were stacked in my favour. There was a 2 of hearts, a 3 of spades, an 8 of diamonds, a 9 of diamonds and a 10 of diamonds on the table. In my hand, I had 7 of clubs, and a Jack of spades. I couldn’t lose.

 

“I see your six grand…” A man I had come to know as “Legs” said to the other man opposite him, staring at him with shifty dark brown eyes. “…and I raise it to 500”

 

My heart skipped a beat. $500,000?! If I had not come to see Leg’s as little more than an elaborate bluffer through the course of the current game, I would have stayed well back, but I didn’t.

 

“Im out…” Vince replied, throwing his cards down. Now, all eyes where on me.

 

I had a straight, again. A straight vs Legs reputation as a bluffer that had just placed a stupidly high bet down. There was only once answer I could give.

 

“I have to fold, I don’t have the much to give away” It was true. Selling women made money, but it cost a lot of money also. I was well off, but well off enough that I could just throw half a million dollars out the window and not miss it.

 

A split second before I placed my cards down on the table to symbolise my withdrawal, my heart seized itself from two words.

 

“I do”

 

I dared not look around. I did not need to, I knew who spoke with temptation laced into her voice. Unfortunately, she placed herself down next to me, whatever her position was in this ‘Families’ hierarchy allowed her to impede upon such a game without social consequences.

 

Giving her a feint look, my mind scrambled to chose my words carefully.

 

“Its okay, I was thinking of pulling out while I was ahead anyway”

 

“Oh, you weren’t leaving where you?” Bitch had twisted my words.

 

“Of course not” I said, bringing to the fore the warmest smile I could muster under a highly stressed and delicate situation. Before I could continue however, she intercepted.

 

“Well that’s wonderful angel, I came in hoping I could watch you play a bit more”

 

My heart sank. What did I do? Bluntly turn her down now, only to end up the victim of a drive by shooting tomorrow? Would they find me in a weeks time with concrete shoes at the bottom of a river? Would my face end up on the side of a milk box, replacing that of 19 year old Jenna whom I had sold to a business woman in China?

 

“That’s an awful lot…dear” I couldn’t believe I was addressing her like she and I were an item. We weren’t, were we?

 

“Nonesense” She offered, smiling sweetly. A nest full of spiders would have given me a more trusting smile.

 

“That’s what partners are for”

 

Once again, before I could intervene on my own behalf, Andrea moved swiftly to secure her – and my – position.

 

“He continues” Then before I knew it, the cards where back in my hand.

 

I felt a sneeze coming on; no, that was just the sense of defeat approaching.

 

"A straight!” proclaimed Legs . My head spun.

 

He threw down his cards, revealing a Jack, and – almost a splitting imagine from the manipulative bitch beside me – a Queen.

 

“Now” Legs started, his face suddenly becoming nasty, the way a predator adopted a cruel visage to make a preys transition from one life to the next as unpleasant as possible.

 

“Lets see ‘is fucking cards”.

 

My Jack was beaten by the Queen.

 

 

oOo

 

As I screwed that Italian temptress that night, nothing but the thought of my imminent fall ran through my head.

 

We had come back to my place, and I was showered with her false sympathies. Clothes had quickly fallen from our bodies, and it was not long until we were both naked in my bed room: her beautiful naked body on all fours while I thrusted my member deep into her warm, wet love-tunnel, encasing my dick with the taste of Italy.

 

Gripping her slender hips tightly with my rough, manly hands, my hips lunged forwards and back, driving my thick, meaty dick deep into the beautiful Italian whom I now owed $500,000. The head of my dick felt warm as the shaft was constricted by her tight pussy, the beautiful light brown lips stretched around the thick width of my shaft.

 

There had been foreplay, but I was not on the receiving end. I had eaten pussy for the first time in my life; I had had my face pushed in between the legs of a triumphant woman intent on grinding home the message as clearly as possible. My spirit had been too eroded by previous events to muster the defiance I would normally have at the thought of submitting in any way to a female, and thus I had been little more than putty in her claws. Just like she was, her pussy was a work of art; beautiful and tender, a small thin black down-pointing triangle shaped pubic mound rested above the lips. It served as a reminder of where my face now belonged when she desired pleasure, directing my face down like a sign.

 

Tilting my head back and offering a grunt of pleasure, my scrotum tightened as the balls inside pumped their load into the stunning woman, painting the walls of her pussy with warm sticky cum for the third time tonight. Panting, almost exhausted, I lay down beside her, as she did similar, her euphoric body glistening with sweat in the dim light. She deliberately ensured that when she lay down, her head rested slightly higher than mine. Cunning bitch.

 

One of Andrea’s hands traced its way across my chest. I felt ensnared. I felt the warm, firm flesh of her luscious chest globes press against my shoulder as she pulled herself closer to me.  Such lovely tits she had, firm and perky, both of them, each one tipped by a lovely light brown nipple. Nipples it would soon be my duty to pleasure, suckling on them like a child. That’s what she wanted, I knew it. Not just the physical pleasure, but rendering a man down to such a level he suckled on her breast like a dependant baby. Could I give her such power over me?

 

What where my options? Leave town and live the rest of my life in fear of her goons hunting me down? She knew where I lived, she knew my contact details and she knew that I owed her more than ½ of a million dollars. What if I somehow did manage to pay her, could I simply tell her that it was over? I knew for certain that I couldn’t touch a woman like this, not anymore, Id end up dead by the end of the week. I might even end up dead at the end of the week if I told her it was over, what if she was a possessive woman? Once I made that pledge to her, however slight, was I her property until she deemed it necessary to dismiss me from her service? The property of a woman…how had I sunk so low in such an eye blink of time, and feel so useless to change it?

 

Was pussy my new master now? The thing I lived to serve, not profit from. She had an invisible leash around my neck, the leash of fear. It did not need to be said, but I could see it in those deceptively lustrous eyes. ‘Leave me, and you’ll wish you handnt’. It was a clear message, in her eyes I belonged to her now.

 

“Mmmm, darling…” she purred on my shoulder, sighing softly as she nuzzled her lips softly against my ear.

 

“…suck me off again, Ive had such a stressful day”.

 

I mentally translated what she said: ‘You, my new possession, suck my genitals to remind yourself where you belong’.

 

This was nonsense, I was a man! A man! I did not bow before the whims of some temptress, even if I did owe her money.

 

“…no” my defiance at first was meek.

 

She chuckled slightly, like I had just softly muttered a small joke.

 

“Make it snappy babe” she replied playfully, but I could see past the playfulness. I could see the lurking cold darkness, and even if I had not have ended up in the position I had today, I wouldn’t be ashamed to say that what I saw scared me.

 

“No” I retorted, this time standing my ground, soaking up firmness from my new found confidence. I was a man, she was a woman. She belonged on her knees.

 

“Your serious…” Andrea spoke, her lyrical voice adapting to meet the potential aggression being thrown at her.

 

“That’s right, Im not your boot lick”

 

I got out of the bed, pulling myself away from her clutches, no matter how soft her skin was, or how bouncy and firm her breasts where to play with. Or how tasty, and juicy and succulent her pussy was, or how…I shook these things from my thoughts, trying in vein to gain clarity.

 

Andrea, did not seem surprised, instead, she remained laying there in bed, propping herself up on her elbow. The sheets fell away, revealing those gorgeous breasts of hers, just waiting from a man to come along and slap them and pinch those light brown nipples until they were pink with pain.

 

“Well, where did this come from?”

 

“This came from here” I spat, motioning with my hand to my groin area. As primitive as it was, it was still a symbol of manhood.

 

“Tsk, burst your ego bubble did I angel?”

 

I saw red, the calmness with which she responded unnerved me, and at the same time made me furious. Stupid bitch, how dare she! I may have owed her money, but she was below me.

 

“I owe you money, which I will pay, but unless you want to face the ceiling, open your legs and shut up, get the fuck out of my house!”

 

My aggressive proposition was met with more infuriating calm, the urge to stride back over to the bed, hold her hands above her head and slap those tits of hers like a pair of bongo’s was almost overpowering. But I knew that while I could shout at her, I couldn’t touch her like that. Not this one. Such impulses would have to be brought out on my secretary when I bent her over her own desk tomorrow and rammed her good and hard like the whore she was. Yes, she’d be the scape goat of my fury.

 

“Im not going anywhere darling” she spoke, the ease with which she expressed herself was incalculable to me. Women are emotional creatures, shout at them and they get upset. This one seemed nothing like that. She slid herself out of bed, feeling no embarrassment in standing only two feet away from me in nothing but her birthday suit.

 

“What did you say?” I did my best to intimidate, to try and overbear her the way the pack alpha looms over the omega.

 

“You heard me, I didn’t stutter”

 

The words hung between our naked bodies, her and my eyes locked together, each refusing to be the first to look away. Had she done this before? How many other poor men had been put in their place by this temptress? I would eventually find out the answer was quite simply, lots.

 

Then, the words came out, a simple statement that I knew in the deepest recesses of my belief at the time to be true.

 

“I own you” Andrea said, her voice taking on an edge of firmness I had never seen in a woman. Mostly due to the fact I only ever dealt with the submissive type.

 

To this, I at first could not respond. Andrea was a predator, a lone wolf that saw this as the first cracks in my ego.

 

“You can wave that meat at me all you wish, pet” she continued, taking a step closer to me and resting a hand on my hip.

 

“But you know, just as well as I do, that there’s only going to be one form of order in this apartment from now on. Mine”

 

Was this what proud men feared? The threat of the capable woman; the woman that doesn’t need them, thus rendering them feeling like they are useless? Could this be the reason so many men felt so insecure around competent and capable females, that they had nothing to offer them?

 

“Get out you bitch, Ill have your money by next week then I want you and your poison out of my life” Defiant words on my behalf, but my heart already told me such brash words were little more than a futile attempt to reorganize myself.

 

She placed her other hand on my hip, and brought herself closer. I could feel the head of my penis press against her waist line. I stared down at her, her raven black hair beautiful and shiny, a curled lock of that black mane fell over her eye.

 

“You owe me as much money as this apartment is worth.” She started, the list of her advantages beginning.

 

“I know where you live.” I could only stand there and listen.

 

“Ive done what no other woman has ever done to you: Ive gotten past your ego”

 

She looked up at me, her smile alluring and sinister all at the same time. Could my eroded spirit let this woman win? This beautiful female could gain pure power over me, if only I just let go of my tattered ego. It had been ruined the moment I walked into that main function room, and I had seen the backing Andrea had in her corner. It made mine seem so, insignificant.

 

“I bet you’ve never even pressed your tongue against another womans vagina until tonight” She whispered to me, having brought her face so close to mine, she could whisper and I would hear it like she had spoken to me.

 

“That night” I said, trying to recover ground.

 

“I rammed my cock down your throat and made you gag. You were just another bitch that I had creamed, you still are”

 

To this, she chuckled. A chuckle that sounded to me like rusty gates closing me off from freedom.

 

“A means to an end, my pet”

 

Was I now her pet? Had my spirit and male defiance been corroded so much by the events of a single night that I could crumble so easily? Or maybe it just seemed easy to one who had not had such a cherished thing as a man’s own pride taken away from them by the very thing it was meant to protect them from.

 

Then, the truth hit me. I never had defiance. I never had spirit. I had nothing but ego, my personal pride. All these years, it had been the foundation of everything that I had believed in and done. My pride had extended from myself, to my gender, and through that, a self given sense of superiority for no other reason that it was mine. Just as a ceiling would come crashing down if you removed the pillars supporting it, so had my belief in my elevation above women been destroyed by removing the sole principle thing that had given it inspiration. Yet at the same time, I felt within my being a section of essence being relieved, like a giant weight had been lifted from my chest. Was it the weight of dignity?

 

“Now, darling…” she said, looking into my eyes that from her point of view, seemed to be staring at something in the far distance.

 

She brought her face alongside mine, and our cheeks brushed together. Her soft, full lips pressed against my ear, and she whispered;

 

“Suck me off”.

 

I felt like a soldier that had just seen the entire reason he fought destroyed before his very eyes, shattering his morale and will to fight beyond repair.

 

Andrea remained standing, as I lowered myself on my knees before her, like a servant. She smiled down at me and spread her feet a litte, but I did not smile back, not yet. Now I knew what it felt like to be a teenage girl giving her boyfriend head for the first time; on her knees in front of him, proceeding cautiously in fear of hurting him. I submissively ate her delicious honey-brown pussy, bringing her to a climax while she firmly held my head in place, pulling her hips back slightly so she could rub herself through the final stages of yet another orgasm with one hand; blowing a load of woman juice over my face when she came. I knew what it all symbolised, the irony was clear.

 

She ordered me to remain kneeling there, and I did. She disappeared into my lounge room, and I did not see her again for two more hours, though I did hear the fridge opening and the TV exporting its programs during that time. I remained there, patiently awaiting her return like a hollow porcelain doll waiting for its owner to come back to play with them.

 

My days of superiority over females were gone. I had been over proud, a flaw that had cost me dearly. I still owed her the money, despite turning over ownership of my apartment to her. I accepted my lot with a half-lifted enthusiasm. I didn’t have any rights, no property, nothing; I was her pet. When she sat on the couch to watch TV, I sat on the floor next to her, like an obedient man-bitch, because that’s just what I was. Woman rules this man, and I don’t see that aspect of my life changing any day soon.

 

In some strange changing way within myself, I don’t think I want it to.