True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 2

True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 2

This is a continuation of True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 1. As I said then not everything I write will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. There is so much more to a D/s M/s relationship then just sex. There is a lot of learning about each other before a lot of that happens. It does happen….just keep reading to find out. 😉


I was awoke by the sun shining through the curtains of my bedroom. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept in, nor could I remember the last time I had slept all night without waking up. I rolled over expecting to see John next to me, but I was surprised to find he was gone. Maybe he didn’t enjoy last night as much as I thought, or as much as I did? Did he mean what he said to me last night before we both fell asleep? I stood up to walk towards the bathroom, and I saw my discarded panties from last night on the dresser with a note attached to them. The note read:


Thank you for last night. I made plans with your Dad last night to meet this morning for a round of golf; otherwise I would still be in bed with you. We need to talk. I’m going to come over this afternoon at 2pm. Please be there.


He’s coming back today?!? I had made plans with my sister for this afternoon, so the first thing I did was call her and cancel. As usual her curiosity was on over drive and she wanted to know why. I had to think fast and come up with an excuse. I’m not sure that she believed me, but it’ll do for now. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent cleaning my house, and doing some yard work. I slipped into the bathtub around 1pm. I needed some time to relax and think about John, and everything that happened last night. Just thinking about sucking his cock in my Dad’s bedroom made me blush. Thinking back on that I am positive the door to my Dad’s bedroom was open, and I didn’t once think about that last night. Anyone could have walked by and saw it. I pray that nobody did, but it’s too late to do anything about it now.

By 2pm, I was freshly dressed, my hair was done…and I was sitting on my couch in the living room waiting for John. He arrived just a few minutes after 2pm. I watched him walk up to the house, and I kept thinking how attractive he was. Even though he is the same age as my Dad, the age difference didn’t bother me in the least. In all honesty, I’ve always been attracted to older men. I opened the door for John as he was just about ready to knock.

“Good morning, Sami” he said with a huge smile on his face. His smile was a little contagious and I could feel myself starting to smile. You know one of those smiles that you think is too much, but you can’t control it.
“Hi John, please come in.”
“I’m guessing you found my note? I thought maybe you would look for your panties when you woke up, so I figured you would find it.” he laughed. I laughed back shaking my head that yes indeed I did find the note.
“Come let’s sit and talk,” he motioned for me to join him on the couch.

“Tell me how you’re feeling about last night.”
“I feel good about it John. I was a little embarrassed about it when I was thinking about everything earlier today, because yesterday I did things that I don’t normally do.
“Like what?”
“I don’t normally suck a cock of someone that just walks up to where I’m sitting. I don’t normally take my clothes off outside. I don’t normally fuck someone that I just met.”
“Why did you do those things last night then?” John asked.
“Honestly I don’t know.”
“Sami you do know. I just need you to tell me.”
I knew he was referring to my breakdown when I all but admitted that I was a submissive. “I don’t want you to think different of me.”
“Sami you can trust me. I understand that we just met, but you need to know that you can trust me. If you answer my question, I think you will – or I hope you will – be surprised and happy with my response.”

What was I going to lose? It’s not like he’s going to go run and call my Dad and tell him that I’m looking for someone to submit too. The desire I had to submit was almost more than I could handle, and honestly I didn’t really understand why it was so important to me. The fact is I had to take my chance and tell him.

So I explained everything to him. I told him what my marriage was like, and what I was craving during that time. I told him about finally realizing that I was a submissive, and I wanted to find someone to give myself to. I told him EVERYTHING. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I went to stand up, and walk away because I felt so much shame in having this desire. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me right next to him so our bodies were touching.

“Sami, listen to me. I’ve been in the lifestyle for 25 years. I understand your need to submit. I get it. I have needs to dominate as well. I have known of you for many years. The stories your Dad has told made me wonder if you were a submissive. Most of the time a submissive is not only like that in the bedroom, they have those qualities in other parts of their lives. I had planned on talking to you last night, when I saw you there. But, when I came out of the bathroom and you were just sitting there, I decided to see what you would do. The way you handled yourself when I told you to look at me, showed me that my thoughts were indeed true.” He moved his hand over to rest on top of my hands that were folded in my lap.

He continued on explaining the kind of Dominant he considered himself to be. He explained that he was more of a “Daddy Dominant” than anything else, because caring and making his sub feel safe was an important aspect of the relationship to him. He explained that he didn’t want his sub to fear him all of the time. He said that he believes discipline is very important in training a sub, and he uses discipline to train, for bad behaviors, and as reminders.

“Sami do you think you’re a sub or a slave? Do you know the difference?” he asked.
“Not really,” I had read up on this a little bit, but I still didn’t know the exact difference.
“Well, simply put a sub has limits and a slave doesn’t. Whatever limits my sub has is 100% respected, and for a slave those limits don’t exist anymore. It really is all about trust. I wouldn’t expect someone to trust me with their mind and body without limits right away, but I would expect for that trust to grow…and to one day be the owner of a slave. Does that make sense, Sami?”
“Yes absolutely.”

“Have you thought about what your limits are Sami?”
“Yes, I’ve thought about it a lot. Anything illegal is out, needles, fire, and leaving marks that last forever.”
“Is that it Sami?” he questioned.
Was I forgetting something? Was he trying to hint about something else? “Yes, I think that’s it.”
“It’s a good list Sami. I will say that needles and fire don’t interest me in the least. I don’t do anything illegal, and I would never want to hurt you so badly that it leaves a mark forever.” Chuckling he said, “That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you, because I will.”

Immediately I pushed my legs together tighter because I could start to feel a throbbing pressure in my pussy. He just made it clear he was thinking about me as his sub. John noticed, because he removed his hand from where it was resting on my folded hands, and he brushed my hands to the side. “Spread your legs Sami. Don’t be ashamed that this conversation is turning you on baby.” I was currently wearing a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. “Stand up Sami.” I did as he said, and faced him. He unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipped them. And he pulled them down. He pressed his finger to my opening through my panties. “Wow, Sami. Your panties are very wet.” He motioned me to sit back down, so I did.

“I have a proposition for you Sami.” he said as his fingers were rubbing my clit through my panties. “How would you feel about taking one month, as kind of a trial run? If you’re happy with the arrangement after a month, and I’m happy…we’ll make it official. Until then you do as I say, and you’ll learn what it means to be my sub. If at any time during this month, you decide I’m not the right person for you then we’ll end it immediately. This will give us time to see if our likes and dislikes are compatible Sami. I’m not the kind of Dom that always enjoys doing things my sub dislikes, although that will happen often. I want you to be happy, and enjoy life too.” He was looking right at me, and his hand was moving to my stomach and then slowing inside my panties. “Do you need time to think about it?”
“No, ummm no I don’t need time.” I stammered. “I want to try it with you John.”
“Good girl!” He removed his hand from inside my panties, and he kissed me on the forehead. “Do you have plans tonight?”
“No, I cancelled my plans.”
“Perfect, we’ll get started today.”

I honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of me was freaking out, and part of me was excited, and part of me was freaking out (yes I know I said that twice). John took my hand and led me down the hallway to the bedroom. He told me to remove my clothes. He left the room for a minute, and returned with a plastic bag. He told me to put all of my panties in the bag. I opened my drawer and tossed them all in the bag. John explained that he would tell me why he was doing this in a few minutes. He asked me to lie in bed, and he removed his clothes and climbed in next to me.

“Sami, I have a lot of rules. There will be a lot of things that I request of you that you may or may not think you can do or handle in this moment. You’re not perfect, and there will be times that I have to remind you of the rules. I need you to always try your hardest to remember and follow the rules. I’m going to go through a few things each day this week. Let me go through a few things now, and if you have questions at the end (which I hope that you do) will answer them.”

I continued to lay there naked up next to him, and he took his right hand and spread my legs. He placed his hands on my already throbbing and moist pussy. Patting my mound he said, “For our trial period, and if you choose to become my sub this belongs to me, and only me. Any orgasm that you have belongs to me. You may not from this moment on use your pussy for your pleasure only. You may not touch it in a sexual way without my permission. If you are at your home, or my home you will be naked 100% of the time. The only exception is if you have guests over. If you are aware of guests coming over you may get dressed ahead of time. You will keep a robe next to your front door for any unexpected guests. When you get dressed to leave the house, from this moment on, you will not wear panties. That’s why I am taking your panties with me. I want easy access to what belongs to me at all times.” He had a big grin on his face when he said that last part.

“You will need to keep this shaved and completely smooth for me,” he said as he once again patted my mound. “Once a week I will do an in-depth inspection of your body. We’ll pick a day so it’s the same day every week, but you must keep it smooth every day. If it’s not to my liking when I want to use your cunt then you will be punished. I will be checking inside your pussy,” as he said that his slid a finger between my lips. “And I will be checking your asshole…” As soon as he said that my body tensed up, and my legs started to close.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned me.
“ummm nothing is wrong,” I said not convincingly, at all.
“Do you not enjoy anal sex?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never actually tried it.”
“Have you ever had anything in your ass, a finger or a toy?” he asked.
Sticking his finger deeper inside of pussy, “That actually makes me very very happy Sami. That means I will be your first. I promise you we’ll go slowly, but I will say it’s a must for me. You must be willing to do this for me Sami.”
“I am. I promise that I am.”
“Good girl, we will have our first inspection tomorrow evening. Your first visit to my house.”

He put his hand under my head and lifted it, and said, “Suck”. I got on my knees next to him, and I bent over and took his already hard cock in my mouth. This was not like the last times where he started slow, he pushed his cock as far down my throat as he could get, holding my head in place. He held me there, and after a short time I felt myself grasping for air. Pulling my hair, he yanked my head back. “You need to know Sami that I am often a kind man, but I’m not always.” And he pushed my mouth down around his cock again, until I couldn’t breathe. Each time he did that I thought he was as far down my throat as he could go, but each time he got further. And, each time I gagged a little more. He pulled my hair again, not really really hard, but hard enough. He pulled it further this time so that I was pushed on my back. John got on his knees next to me, and pushed two fingers inside of my pussy. He said, “Let it build baby girl. I want to watch you cum. You need to tell me when you’re close.” He continued fucking me faster and deeper with his fingers. I couldn’t handle much more of this. Incoherently I screamed that I needed to cum. I’m not sure how, but John understood this. And in the most demanding voice I had heard come from him yet he said, “CUM NOW!” The orgasm rippled through my body. I could feel my pussy clenching his fingers. “Keep going baby girl, let it all come out.” He slid his fingers out while my body was still shaking from the orgasm, and he started rubbing my clit. Each time he rubbed it there was a jolt that ran through my entire body.

“Good girl, Sami.” He climbed on top of me and slid his cock inside my pussy and said, “Now this is for my pleasure only.” My pussy was still reacting to the orgasm he just gave me, and I could still feel the little twitches. He started fucking me faster and harder. It was rough, but it wasn’t rough that it hurt. It felt good to feel him inside of me. He held my arms down on each side of my head so I couldn’t move much. He whispered in my ear, “Just relax baby girl. You feel so good.” He leaned all the way down on top of me; his entire weight was on me as he continued to fuck me. I could feel his cock getting ready inside of me, and the way he was thrusting I knew he was going to cum soon. He gave me a few really hard thrusts, and he pulled his cock out and came on my tits. When the last drop of the warm white cum was on me, he lay down beside me and he whispered in my ear again, “Next time, I’m cumming inside you.” We stayed in that position for a few minutes catching our breaths, and he said “Go clean up, and come back here.” I did as he said, and we lay in bed for the rest of the afternoon. John held me, caressed me and I felt so special in that moment.

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True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 2