Percy’s Adventure, Part Four

continued from part three

Percy felt as though he’d fallen down a rabbit hole.

How could just a simple email turn him so around? And an email in which he was instructed ~not~ to orgasm, no less! How had this woman managed to get so thoroughly inside his head, wrapping his ego and id around her manicured fingernails in such a short amount of time? What sorcery, what witchcraft was she working on him?

Even though he felt bewitched and bothered, Percy found that he had an even stronger urge.

Percy wanted to obey Mistress Harper. He wanted to make her proud of him, to have her pleased with his performance. And so, even though his cock ached, even though his balls were full and heavy with the need to cum, he still refrained. He teased himself hard for her, watched porn while thinking of her, and carefully pulled himself back from the edge of orgasm, all for her. He obeyed every directive she’d sent him, to the letter.

That night, Percy sent her another email, to let her know how good he’d been.

There was still some tiny part of his mind that insisted this was madness, silly, obsessive and strange, that he’d been turned into some sort of pathetic lapdog, panting after a woman’s approval. He knew that the person he’d been just a few short weeks ago would have laughed at him now, and that his friends, if they knew what he was up to, would mock him mercilessly. Yet despite that knowledge, he carried on.

And when he got a response from her, the sender’s name alone was enough to rouse his cock to fullness.

This time, the email was empty, there were no words from his Mistress. There was an attached file, an mp3. Heart thudding in anticipation, Percy downloaded and played the audio clip.

Hello pet.

I am so proud of you, Percy. I know how hard it must have been for you to follow through on my instructions. That cock of yours makes demands on you constantly, so to put those demands as secondary to my commands shows a gratifying obedience on your part. Thank you for that. And thank you for your trust in me.

You see, it takes trust for you to submit yourself to my commands. I know that’s probably a strange thing for a person like myself to value, at least in your mind. But trust is very important to me, Percy. It’s one of the most rare and precious forms of intimacy. I know how hard it is to trust others, to be vulnerable and… weak. To trust that you can show me that weakness and instead of having me use it to attack you, treasure you.

The things that you have done, and I hope will do, for me, would earn you scorn and mockery in the so-called ‘real’ world. But here, between you and I, these things will only earn you pleasure and intimacy and bliss. I promise you that I won’t use what we do against you, not to really hurt you. Of course, we’ll discuss things like consensual humiliation and degradation games, but that’s not what I’m talking about now. I’m talking about things that would be an abuse of your trust. That I won’t do, Percy.

You’ve trusted me this far, and I want to ask you trust me just a little farther.

I want you to relinquish control to me, Percy. I want you to trust me to take good care of you. And so, I want to start to earn your adoration. Tonight, Percy, I want you to set up an audio program of your own, and I want you to record yourself when you cum for me. Touch yourself for me Percy. Tease yourself, tease your cock, and then, yes, you can cum.

When I receive the file, I will know that you belong to me, utterly and without reservation.

Looking back on that moment, Percy would later realize that he had already become hers.

His body was hers to command, his mind hers to twist and tease. His heart beat only for her, in accordance with her whims, her desires, her dreams. He was owned already, but hadn’t fully accepted it. In time, he did accept her guidance. In time, he openly avowed that he belonged to Mistress Harper.

Now, he sat looking into a full length mirror.

How much he had changed, under her guidance! He was naked, kneeling. There was a collar around his neck, a leash attached to the O-ring in the center front. He had an enormous plug in his ass, his lips were painted pink and shone with gloss. He’d started to grow his hair out at her request, and had gotten his nipples pierced for her. He was waiting, in a hotel room, at a BDSM conference, and he was about to make his debut to the dungeon floor. All for her, all for his Mistress.

Percy had started out exploring the world of kink and fetish sex because he was bored.

Now, nearly a year later, he wasn’t bored anymore.

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