AcceptanceFlash Fiction by Bice“What do you need?” Mistress asked,He calmly responded, n

AcceptanceFlash Fiction by Bice“What do you need?” Mistress asked,He calmly responded, no hint of the excitement that was welling up inside of him, “To be yours.”She smiled, “A lovely start… please go through your steps.”And just like that, he was headed to the shower. He cleaned himself thoroughly, every inch of him smelling of Her favorite bodywash. Then, after drying, he made his way into the bedroom where he attached his ankle and wrist cuffs. Then, his headphones and blindfold and lay down to listen to Mistress’ voice begin to say the words that drove him immediately into the depths of his own mind. In a matter of 30 minutes he had gone from hoping there was going to be time to play tonight, to being naked, erect, prepared for binding, and deep in the throes of trance. After an unknown amount of time, the headphones slipped off, even though his lips still made the shapes of his deepening triggers repeated countless times in the looping audio. “Who is Mistress’ toy?”“I am Mistress’ toy.”“And what does a good toy do for his Mistress?”“All that she asks of him.”“Slip down to the floor, toy.” And he did. In one, slow, but fluid, motion, he slid to his knees. “Turn to me.” And he did. He manuevered so he was sitting on his own heels, looking at his beautiful Mistress. The whole of his world. His entire being. Who allowed him pleasure. Who allowed him sweetness. Who allowed him countless gifts of her body. All in exchange for simple obedience. In her hands, she saw something he had never seen before. Thick, leather. His mind was barely aware enough to register that she held a collar, which she dangled from her hand teasingly. “Does my toy want this?”He nodded, not sure what it was, but only knowing that he was sure that Mistress wanted him to have it.“When I put this on. Now and forever more, it will make you slip to your knees, lose control of your will. Slip into this space, and simply forget everything. Programable. Prepared. Obedient. Open. Ready. This collar means that you no longer have the will to do anything but obey when it is around your throat… is that what the toy wants?”A voice deep inside of him wanted to scream yes, beg for it, and could already imagine the way it would feel when she had even more power over him…. he didn’t know his neck was stretching out as he whimpered a soft ‘yes’.He was Hers. He wanted nothing more than to be Hers.…and as the collar slipped around his throat and the world went further away. He was exactly where he wanted to be. -- source link
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