The Submissive Girl

I'm going to tell you a really hard-to-believe story, a story that tells how I managed to become the lord, owner or master, call me whatever they like, of my bosses' only and precious daughter, a young girl who was barely 18 years old at the beginning of the story, on her birthday, exactly. I didn't understand why I had been invited to the party, honestly. In that house, I was the gardener, the handyman, the doorman, the one who cleaned when the cleaning ladies weren't around. A 58-year-old man (I had) who had accepted the job because he was unable to find anything else and unemployment didn't cover my needs, my wife and son who still lived with us since I was separated from his woman. And I didn't understand until I saw it with my own eyes. Clara's parents, as she was called before accepting her name as a slave, had prepared a magnificent and enormous party, but they forgot one insignificant detail, which is that with all of Clara's friends in another city, and all her friends, family and acquaintances living far away, no one had shown up to the same. Not even her parents were there. Can you imagine a girl celebrating her birthday accompanied only by an old man like me? -It's still too early - I said to cheer her up a bit after being with her for an hour waiting - Someone will come - No one is going to come. I know. We were sitting together on the sofa at home. She had taken off her high heels and I my shoes. She was resting her head on mine and I hugged her to console her. -Don't think that, you'll see if - Don't lie to me, they already lie to me enough. At that moment, the phone rang. -Look, it must be good news. -I said, but no, it wasn't. At least, not for her. It was her parents informing me that they couldn't make it and I should take care of their daughter as best I could on her birthday, that they would give me an extra in the next paycheck. My face had to say it all, because Clara ran out to her room. I remained in the salon and took a whisky shot from the expensive one. And when I was about to serve myself another one, it occurred to me that Clara could be doing some nonsense, like trying to cut her veins or something. I ran up the stairs, dead of anxiety. -Clara! I shouted. Where have you gone? Because I've never been inside the house before. -I'm fine, Mr. González she said. Get out where you are and let me see you. A door opened. She had taken off her white dress and put on a shirt that left her belly button exposed and didn't wear any kind of bra. A black mini skirt, the same color as the shirt, to highlight even more the golden color of her long hair. She had also painted her lips red. Her legs were crossed so one was in front of the other and her hands were grasping her back. -Do you like what you see? I wondered. -You're a beautiful girl, Clara. -I'm totally turned on. -It can be yours if you want it. She said without more -You have eighteen years, Clara -And don't I deserve to have a good time on my birthday? That first time I'll blame the alcohol. I approached her and unbuttoned her shirt. I started rubbing and kissing her precious breasts, a bit small but adorable. I also put my hand in her crotch, which as I had imagined was free and totally exposed. It didn't take me long for Clara to come three times in my hand due to simple caresses on her pussy while she ate her nipples at the same time. I also kissed her. The kisses started out simple and innocent, but after a moment, and as she got hotter, I was able to put my tongue in and eat up all her mouth, pulling everything into her. It was then that I broke the kiss. -We can't keep doing this. -Make me come already she said without hesitation. -I'm not so drunk that I'd cheat on my wife with a girl. -I'm not a girl, I'm a slut. I'll show you. Note how she had undone my belt and zipper with her little hands. She even got down on her knees. I didn't stop her, I didn't have the strength. It had been years since my wife hadn't sucked me off and when I felt Clara's tongue on me, I died of pleasure. She went all the way in as far as she could while playing with her tongue until I exploded in her mouth. -We can't do this again. -I said while getting dressed -And put something decent on. Go back downstairs. It was clear I needed another drink. And to wash my hand, which was still wet and sticky. Clara didn't take long to arrive, and she was wearing the white dress from the party again. A modest dress that reached her knees and left her shoulders bare. She looked beautiful. Looking fixedly at the floor -Do you like it this way, sir? -Yes, this is fine. -What's with the sir anyway? -What do you normally do? -She asked. I wanted her parents to find us doing normal things -I look at you while you work, sir. -What... And do you masturbate while looking at me? -The alcohol again -Nobody had touched this slut's pussy until my lord did it a moment ago. -Not even... -I didn't finish asking when she shook her head. I thought she was lying, but another part of me had come three times just from touching her... -It's fine, let's play some video games. -They're in the slut's room, sir. -I didn't know what game we were playing, but I wasn't going to get anything out of it. I told her to lead the way there. We passed by the room where we had maintained our relationship and I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't want to go in there. -Wait, where's the bathroom? I need to wash my hand. -And pee too, but I couldn't say that. -Over here, sir. The bathroom was two doors down. Clara opened the door and stepped aside. It was big and beautiful. I didn't notice, but Clara had snuck in. I saw her reflected in the mirror. mirror of the bathroom, and it was miserable. And the worst of all, is that I knew exactly what I wanted. -Okay, you can lick my hand. -He started to run his tongue over one by one my greasy fingers from its own juices. To suck them and put them in his mouth. I won't deny that it was a pleasure. Nor will I deny that it made me sick of myself. And yet, with all, he would pull down his pants under the skirt. It had hard and firm. And didn't wear underwear -It's okay, be quiet now. I need to pee. -You can do it in my slut, my lord. -I won't do that. -I don't care. -I won't treat you like a toilet, God. The game has lasted too long. -This isn't any game, my lord. -He said as he withdrew from my side. And began to take off his dress, leaving him completely naked in the bathroom -I didn't say you had to undress. -I was angry -Sorry, my lord. -Is that how you think I should obey you? By doing what you feel like? -This slut thought... -Bitches don't think, they obey. Get out of this slut once and let me pee in peace. -He went out into the hallway without saying a word. I pulled out my cock and... was unable to get even one drop out. I felt horrible with myself. I went out into the hallway, and saw Clara, squatting, completely naked except for her socks. -Open your mouth -I said without further ado. Now if it came out and Clara swallowed everything. With eagerness and pleasure. She followed me to her room where she collapsed like a newborn baby. And I screwed her. Her pussy was marvelous, the most humid, tight, and hot thing I'd had in years It wasn't easy leaving her and coming back that night with my wife. But the worst of all was that the next day I had to see her again and I wasn't prepared for anything. Clara came from school every day at 3:35 pm. I had never noticed how her school uniform fit until now. A tall girl, 180 cm tall, in a white shirt, plaid skirt, and stockings. black girls, her blonde ponytail and her beautiful blue eyes, my slut was beautiful. She had already adopted a fairly submissive position, with her legs open, hands behind her back, and gaze at the floor. Only it was nine in the damn morning. -You're going to get us into trouble if you don't go to school. -I didn't receive any order, my lord. It's true, I didn't say what I had to do -Anyway, I thought it was clear, damn it. And now what am I supposed to do with you? I sat down on the father's armchair. I made a gesture for her to come and sit on my lap. I started putting my hand up her thigh and it went slowly up along her leg. I also realized she was more nervous than yesterday. It was possible, I reflected, that what happened yesterday had been out of spite, and this out of pure pride. -Kiss me -she ordered. She took a long time to respond, and when she did, she gave me a chaste kiss on the lips -Specify with tongue The kiss didn't take long to arrive. I was eating her mouth while not stopping rubbing her thighs. Her skin was smoother than I had touched in years. -Suck my cock. She put her small head between my legs and started working. I had to admit that her work with her tongue was spectacular. The rest of the day I spent working and rubbing her. And when I had to pee, I did it inside her. I went back to sleep with her in her room, about an hour before her parents would return. That was our routine for a whole month. She would come home from school, I would suck her, she would rub me, then we would go to bed together, and wait for the next day. Weekends, which I had off, seemed very long. The day our routine changed was the day I caught her talking to a boy. I was worried because she was running late and I found her on the street. He was a normal boy, a bit older than her but not much. I saw her laughing at all his jokes, flirting shamelessly with him. I went back home in a fury. As soon as I saw her, she adopted the submissive position of always -What's... Does that boy please you? -Yes, my lord -responded totally sincere -Do you want to sleep with him? Do you want to drink his semen and eat his shit? -Clara didn't answer so I spoke for her- Do you want me to call him so he can see how promiscuous you are? -Bitches obey, they don't decide, my lord. The response sat me like a slap in the face. Was I deciding anything in our relationship? She was the one who always led everything from the beginning. I was the one who came back to her house every night with her wife and guilt on my back, only to fall again the next day. -You're free to do what you want, Clara, like you've always done. -I just want to belong to my lord. I decided in that moment that it was enough of nonsense, that one has a limit and I had surpassed it. Did he want me? He would make me. I took her hand and led her to the basement of the house, a dark and hidden place, perfect for my plans. I made her bite a rubber ball and tie her hands to the clothesline ropes, leaving her completely exposed. And then I gave it to her from behind. Without pity or compassion. I was determined to break her ass. When I finally took her out, her cock was full of shit and blood. She had red cheeks and wet eyes from crying, and her thighs were stained with red. It hadn't ended yet. I opened her shirt and left her breasts exposed. For the first time in my life, I put clamps on a girl's nipples. And in her vagina. And there I left her for ten minutes. She was happy to see me again. I untied the ropes so Clara was hanging by her arms. -You can spit out the rubber ball now -I said as I put her cock in front of her face The slut obeyed without resisting. And she started giving me the best blowjob I had ever received in my life. It was the first time I felt like the real owner. -This night, when your parents are asleep at 5 am, I want you to connect the video camera from your room. Listen to what I'm going to tell you... After freeing her, I didn't stay with her again all afternoon. I had decided to let her humiliate herself for me alone. To be honest, I had no hope that she would do so. When I got home, I made love to my wife. We hadn't touched each other in months and it was a pleasure for both of us. It was something different from what I'd had during the last month. But like an idiot, I woke up at five minutes to quarter past and connected the computer. She wasn't there, just as I'd suspected since the beginning. I decided to wait. And got my reward at half past five. She was wearing her camisole and was in the center of her room, in that submissive attitude I knew so well.

-My name is Clara Torrejón. I'm 18 years and 31 days old and I do this by my own free will. I live on the street...

She knew she was being recorded, maybe that's why her voice was trembling. The step she was taking was definitive. She was giving me her freedom. When I finished speaking, she took off her camisole, leaving herself completely naked.

Write 'I'm Clara, my master's slut and I only live to serve him' on your breasts while you're masturbating. -She wrote it with a shaky hand, biting her lips not to moan. No, in big letters! In the end, her entire torso was written, but the message could be read perfectly. The best part was that her pubic area was dripping and shining under the camera light. Her thigh was soaked.

Go to the servants' bathroom and bring me the toilet brushes. She hesitated. Naked? And with what she'd just written? She had to get out of the house and come back in. What the hell did you just write, you damned slut? She left her room. You could tell she was very nervous when she came back. And she was sweating and panting.

Comb your hair with the dirtiest one. It was full of shit. My shit, to be exact. This was more than she could handle. You could see it. She didn't want to go back for that thing filled with feces... her precious hair. 'Do I need to remind you what I'll do if you disobey me?' 'And stick the other one in her vagina' 'And bite the rubber ball. We don't want your parents to hear or ruin your pretty lips' One of his arms started to lift the other to lower it. He put the metal broom handle into her pussy. 'More inside' Almost to the bottom. And she combed herself. He forced her to take it in her ass and turn around to see how it looked. Sounds were heard from the back. Her parents had woken up. So I kept her until I heard the car start. 'F**k them' Turn off the computer. My slut's house wasn't too far from mine, a 30-minute drive if I didn't get lost in caravans. I opened the door because I had the keys and went straight to my slut's room. In the video, only her hands could be seen as they took hold of her tits and inclined her forward. It was quite obvious that they were f**king her while making her lick the broom handle she had kept inside herself for so long.