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Secret Submissive

Allon Grayston by all outward appearances was successful. He had more money than he could spend in a lifetime, countless homes, and could have any woman he wanted; correction he could have women that were shallow and easily taken by his superficial charm and wealth.  He enjoyed being able to use his money to get whatever he wanted. He built a fake persona around this fact and outwardly became an arrogant prick. The problem was the more he wore this social mask the more he embodied it. Sometimes part of him craved his simp days when he used to be submissive to his girlfriends. Secretly he wished his life had more meaning and that he could find a strong woman who would make him her captive slave.. He would often call phone Mistresses and try to provoke them to get a reaction because he was surrounded by supplicants, only a vast echo chamber of his preferences and ideologies; it bored him to tears. He ached for someone who would tell him the truth and when he was out of line, he could get a whisper of that if he paid for it just like everything else.

An Erotic Scene

Allon loved to collect art. One of his favorite pieces was The Eternal Idol by August Rodin. This piece embodied his secret submissive feelings he felt like he had to hide. During one of his travels to the middle east he came across a strange, rather odd painting at an antique shop with an enigmatic Victorian looking woman in her sitting room. She had her delicate hand on the shoulder of a kneeling man. You could only see the man’s back, broad frame  and the bottoms of his shoes . She sat there with a regal smile and pale skin, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. The woman’s supple breasts were pressed in and up in a velvet ruby gown with golden embroidery on the sleeves and hem. He was infatuated with her the first time he laid eyes on the painting. There was no name inscribed by the artist just a bright red dot of thick oil paint on the lower right corner. He decided to place the painting in his room so it was the last thing he would see before he fell asleep. Allon’s dreams were so lucid that night. He and the beautiful woman danced in her parlor and they had the most wonderful conversations he couldn’t seem to recollect. He awoke with a smile on his face and a hard on he hadn’t had since he was in his 20s. He looked at the painting and something was off. The red ribbon in her hair was missing. He looked down at his cock and it had a red ribbon wrapped around it. Allon took it off and smelled it; roses & sandalwood just like Her. He shook his head……”I must’ve drank too much last night, ” he thought.

A Selacious Spector

Allon couldn’t shake the feeling, he was horny all day and tried to steal away during work to take care of it. Every time he tried to stroke it to cum he’d get about half a stroke away and hit a wall. He could hear a feminine laugh echo in his mind every time he tried to get off. He just couldn’t cum and his wrist burnt. He looked down at his wrist and saw a red mark it looked very similar to non signature mark on the painting…but he didn’t burn himself….he thought.

Deepest Desires & Darkest Fears

Allon retired that evening, but he couldn’t stop looking at the painting. The dark haired woman with piercing grey eyes seemed to follow him wherever he was in his bedroom. He itched at his wrist, pulled the cover over him and drifted off into a fitful sleep. This time She appeared and giggled at him. “Oh look at your beautiful brand,” her voice purred. Her elegant finger rubbed over his wrist and when she touched it he felt as if he were her puppet. She smiled at him as she took off all of his clothes. “Kneel,” her regal voice commanded. Allon’s mind was very lucid in this dream and he felt as if She read his mind and knew what he needed. He felt his cock throb as he kissed the tops of her shoes. His lips melted into the leather of her boot. She then had him lay across her lap and she spanked him soundly. “No touching without My permission,” she said. He felt humiliated and subdued. The dream was so lucid he could smell Her perfume, feel the soft velvet of her skirts on his skin. Allon longed to serve Her. He wanted so badly to lick her pussy, to please Her. The seductive lady laughed as if reading his mind.  “Be careful what you wish for,” she whispered. He awoke with a gasp having had one of the most intense wet dreams he’s ever had. He looked at his itching wrist and the painting. He laid in bed bare chested, he blinked in disbelief as he looked upon the painting and his white t shirt lay strewn on her parlor floor.

Unwitting Prey Captured

Allon’s dreams grew more intense nightly. The beautiful woman doled out the most delightful torments. She tied him up in her parlor and whipped him. She ruthlessly teased him with her panties and the scent of her pussy. Sometimes she would edge him over and over again until he awoke. Any time he tried to masturbate he could not complete his orgasm. The only time he came was when She gave permission. …..which didn’t happen since that initial ecstatic release. He kept chasing that dragon. Night after night obeying Her, begging for release. Allon became so consumed with Her that he took a month long sabbatical just to see Her in his dreams. It was Halloween and he usually spent it partying with his friends, but he wanted to spend it with Her….She was the Mistress he’d always wanted. He stripped down naked and put a collar on and knelt in front of the painting looking longingly at his Mistress, his Lady. He drifted off to sleep on the floor and he awoke inside the dream at her feet. Her shiny boot tip at his mouth. “You’re ready now for your initiation,” she said. “What do you mean?,” Allon questioned. She soundly slapped his face. “You only speak when given permission!” Allon lowered his head in shame. “You clearly want to be Mine forever.,” she said astutely. “In fact we can seal the deal with an orgasm Allon, remember the one you had several months ago, it was quite exquisite, wasn’t it,?” she asked smirking. Allon couldn’t think of anything he wanted more and began to beg silently and grovel at Her feet. He knew he was dreaming and he didn’t want the dream to end. Allon looked up into the Lady’s eyes. They turned completely black and he heard his own thoughts echo in his mind . “I want to be Her slave forever….ever…. and ever…..” When he awoke he heard Her voice. “Stand up and turn around.” He obeyed and he saw the Lady dressed in modern clothes in his bedroom. “You’ve built quite a wonderful little empire for Me, Allon,” she said smiling. “I’ll be taking that over from now on.” Allon could not move. He felt his frame standing straight,  stalwart, captive.. unable to move or speak, he could only see his bedroom from the perspective of the painting on his wall. As his eyes darted around the familiar room he caught a glimpse of the mirror above his bed reflecting the the image of the painting. He no longer saw Her. He only saw his own image standing attentively dressed like a butler. “What a lovely painting” she said chuckling, peering in at him. She looked in at him and said “You better hope I don’t I don’t get sick of it.” The Lady came over and peered at him from his bedroom. She smiled at him, winked and blew a kiss in his direction as he stood there immobile only seeing his reflection in the mirror and hearing the echo of Her heels clicking his Italian tiled floors  as She left.

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