Chapter 1

I lounged back on my sofa, mind split between the show I was watching on the TV, and the efforts of the girl between my legs. I looked down at my slave as she gently sucked my cock, sliding her mouth slowly up and down the shaft. I took a minute to take in the vision kneeling on the floor of my living room and reflect on how I got here.

Jennifer was in her early 20’s, a student at the local college. She had long, curly blond hair that tonight cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her toned muscular arms were pulled behind her, cuffed at the wrist where I could see her manicured nails flash as she clenched and unclenched her fists. Looking further, I saw the swell of her firm round ass as she sat back on the high heels I insisted she wear whenever she was in my service, it was a thing for me. She moaned in satisfaction as she pushed her head down on my shaft, taking my cock as deeply into her warm mouth as she could, her eyes closed in the bliss of satisfying her master.

I had first encountered Jennifer about a year ago, out at a bar with some friends. At first I thought she was your typical college girl, too drunk, too loud but with a body that let her get away with it. We had been introduced when one of her friends knew one of my friends and they decided that they were going to make our night by letting us hang out with them. I tolerated it, my friends were all over her girlfriends but she was intrigued when I ignored them and just sipped my drink. She plopped herself down next to me, pushing her tit into my arm and drunkenly trying to flirt with me. Interestingly, the more I ignored her, the harder she tried, even rubbing her hand over my crotch and whispering (she thought she was whispering) what she was going to do to me. I eventually realized that the very idea that a man didn’t want her was such a foreign idea that she couldn’t even comprehend it. Every man wanted her, just look at her, what the hell was wrong with me she must have thought. Eventually, she got too drunk and her friends took her home but not after she insisted I give her my number.

I had come to understand that her entire self worth was tied up in her body and the fact that as long as men wanted her she could get whatever she wanted. Finding a man who didn’t react the way she expected just made her try harder. For the next couple of weeks she would text me, flirtatiously at the start then more directly. She sent me photos of her in her work out clothes, underwear and finally naked, each with the caption “Don’t you want this?” Finally, one day I came home to find my door unlocked and her sitting on my bed waiting for me. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom as she posed herself in ways that I assume had worked for her before, and dammit it almost worked for her this time too. She was incredibly hot, with firm C cup breasts, a narrow waist, flat stomach and long toned legs. Instead, I realized that if I played a long game I could get much more than just a fucking. I turned to leave, pretending to call the cops to report a break and enter. I heard a startled gasp then her running after me “Please, please don’t call the police, I just wanted to fuck you, that’s all!” she gasped as she desperately grabbed my arm. “What is wrong with you, don’t you want me? Are you gay or something?” she continued.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” I angrily replied as I rounded quickly on her. The surprise of my response startled her and she pushed herself back against the wall. The look of shock and fear in her eyes was satisfying, and the way her tits heaved with her gasping breath added to the hotness of her situation.

“You think that just because you have a set of tits and a cunt every man is going to drop everything to fuck you?” I continued in a strong angry voice. “You are pathetic, nothing but tits and ass, every woman has those.”

I could see her eyes start to well up with tears, I had hit a nerve. She was terrified of losing the only thing that she thought she had going for her in this world. Here she was trying every trick she knew and it wasn’t working.

“I, I, I just wanted...” she stammered.

“What, for me to fuck you so you could add another notch to your bed post? It is probably carved to sawdust by now anyway.” I spit acidly. “Why should I fuck something that I am pretty sure every other guy already has stuck his dick in.”

“Please, please don’t say those things” she bawled. “I’m not a slut, honest. I, I just want someone to love me!” She collapsed to her knees, sobs wracking her body as she hugged herself tightly.

I saw my moment; she was so vulnerable with all of her illusions shattered. This was my chance to start to re-make her into the loving slave I had realized she could be. I reached down, gently grasping her shoulders and pulling her to her feet. I took her back into the bedroom where I sat her on the bed, pulling the blanket around her so she could cover herself. She looked up at me with confusion and despair in her eyes as I caressed her cheek.

“What has your past gotten you so far?” I asked in a soothing tone. “Let me guess, a series of boyfriends who are proud to parade you around, until they get tired of you and trade you in for something else?” She nodded, biting her lip in an adorable way.

“If your body is all you have to offer, then once you give it up you have nothing to keep them with. Surely you must have noticed that by now.”

She nodded again, and replied in a quiet voice “I thought that if I tried hard enough, I would find the right person.” She looked up at me with hope in her eyes for the first time “But you are the first man to turn me down. I couldn’t get you out of my head, and now I’ve ruined it again.” She dashed the tears out of her eyes and rose shakily from the bed. “I’ll go now, sorry to have bothered you”.