A Slave To My Girlfriend Pt. 01

It had been almost a year since Daniel had been a slave to his girlfriend, Chloe.

It started so simply, the two of them talking about kinks and laughing about their shared desires. Laying in bed, Chloe cuddled in his arms, she admitted that she had always fantasized about having control over a man. Once high school sweethearts and best friends, the couple they once were almost didn't exist at all anymore. Daniels mind thought back to that day.

Chloe in his arms, the two of them laying in bed after a day of drinking which had brought out a new level of honesty in his once shy girlfriend.

"So this one is a little embarrassing, but I've always wanted to be able to control a man. Like in a dominating kind of way. Nothing crazy, just telling him what to do during sex." Chloe blushed, wondering if she'd gone too far.

"Haha yeah? Like telling me to eat your pussy?" Daniel asked.

"Well yes... but also lots of stuff! Like he'd still be my boyfriend and we'd love eachother, but I'd tell him what to do sexually. I'd get to relax while he served me a drink and then got on his knees to kiss my feet." She blushed even harder, her cheeks turning red at the thought.

"Well, I'd try it out. But maybe just for a week or something? You know I'm kinda dominant in bed and I don't want to feel humiliated or anything." Daniel responded hesitantly.

How had it come so far? Such a simple conversation that led to so much. Over time Chloe went from this sweet, innocent girl to, well, his owner. It didn't happen overnight, it was almost slow enough that he didn't see it happening until it was too late.

The first week started with an easy command: "Eat my pussy each morning when you wake up."

Daniel obliged happily, thinking it would lead to more and better sex for the two of them. After all, he did love the taste of her pussy, though a little less in the mornings as she hasn't washed up yet. Still, he obeyed.

Each morning that week Daniel crawled under the blankets, slowly pulling Chloe's underwear down to her ankles and off her feet so as not to wake her, then pushed his tongue deep inside her warm pussy. He remembered how excited it made him, being able to please the love of his life like that.

His tongue would explore and lap up any and all juices that dropped from between her legs, her slight pubic hairs scratching his upper lip and chin.

Chloe would slowly wake up to this and drive her pussy and pubic mound into his face and it had been something Daniel had been accustomed to, until one morning he nearly suffocated between her legs she had done it so hard.

Chloe squeezed her legs together against the temples of his forehead, trapping him between her legs, tongue still deep inside her pussy. She pushed down onto his tongue with so much force Daniel thought his jaw would come off. His hands found her stomach and began to tap out, asking her for a breather in the only way he could.

He felt her stomach bounce as if she was chuckling to herself but with his ears sealed between her thighs he couldn't be sure.

Just as Daniel was about to quite literally pass out he felt a small gush of warm liquid spray his chin and lips, her legs squeezing tighter for a moment and then finally loosing to free himself to breath.

"What the hell?? Did you not feel me tapping out on your stomach? I couldn't breathe!" He yelled, wiping the wetness off of his face and lips.

"Oh you're okay, stop complaining. I was just having a little bit of fun and I got carried away. I'm sorry baby. Well. I'm not. But you're okay soooo. It's fine."

Daniel was taken back by the way she's blown his feelings off - she'd never spoken to him like that before. They always talked about how respect and trust were so important for good sex.

It wasn't more than a day or two offer that when she did the same again and Chloe had decided to see how far she could take it - only this time Daniel had actually passed out between her legs.

Daniel woke up in a panic what seemed like 5 minutes later with a screaming headache, Chloe no longer in the bed with him.

He stumbled into the bathroom to take an aspirin, his hands shaking as he threw the pill back into his mouth. Then he saw it. Chloe had actually sharpied the word "Faggot" on his forehead. On his stomach just above his pubes she'd written "I can't even make my girlfriend cum before I pass out like a bitch."

Daniel was shocked and heartbroken. He ran out of the bathroom looking to confront Chloe and found her sitting at the table drinking her morning espresso.

"Are you serious? Do you have any idea how dangerous is it to pass out like that? And what the fuck did you write on me? You know I have to fucking go to work in forty minutes, why would you write this? I cannot believe you lately. We're stopping this, you're going way too far."

Daniel shouted but Chloe didn't seem to pay much attention to his intensity, still holding her coffee and sipping it as he panicked aloud.

Chloe gently set down her coffee and walked to Daniel, lovingly throwing her arms over and around his shoulders with a loving hug.

"Baby, baby, it's okay - you're okay. I knew what I was doing, and it's all just for fun. You actually looked really cute passed out in my pussy... your nose fell straight inside of me and I couldn't help but laugh. And you know I need to cum in the morning or it messes up my day sooo... I had to finish."

Chloe looked nervous. "I was pissed that you stopped right before I came, so I may have used your face to cum while you were out. I couldn't help it... I think it probably cut off your oxygen for even longer but it felt so good. I actually even pulled your mouth open and came straight into your mouth - you started to choke up on it so I did you a favor and tilted your head sideways so you didn't die. You should honestly be thanking me for such a fun time, stop being such a pussy about all of this."

Her words devastated and surprised him beyond belief.

"-and we're not stopping this. I'm having fun and you will too, you just need to give it a chance. We're not stopping, and you're actually not going to work today. I texted your boss..."

Daniel leaned back from her hug, though her hands were still locked around the back his neck. "You did what? Why would you do that?"

"I grabbed your phone while you were out. I texted your boss and called him a stupid fuckface, and that you quit. Well that and some other things. But you definitely don't have a job anymore. I'm sorry baby."

She locked her hands around his neck harder as Daniel tried to throw her off of him, disgusted by her actions, when her knee came up with force directly into his cock and balls.

"What the fu-" He yelled, but not before her knee came up again and smashed into his balls a second time. And a third and fourth time. Collapsed in pain in the ground, Chloe crouches next to him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Shhh - it's okay baby. You know I love you, but you can't ever talk back to me like that again. In fact, everything is going to be different now. You'll be okay and you'll love it okay?"

She gushed so happily with her words you'd never know that she had just finished beating her boyfriends dignity from him. Daniel was about to speak when he noticed he felt woozy - almost as if he were dreaming.

The walls began to spin and the floor approached rapidly, his body crashing down to the floor.

The next few months we're the worst - and best - months of Daniels life. Chloe had known Daniel would go for the aspirin that morning, she knew she could drug him and get him where she needed him.

When he awoke he found himself in chains, bolted down to the living room floor and walls. In those few months Chloe changed him.

She taught him to obey or face severe punishment. To never talk back. To always do as he is told, no matter what the task. She'd locked his cock in a very small cock cage, almost too small to even fit his cock inside of it. It looked like it was trying to spill out at times and the metal would dig into his shaft causing it to bleed.

With full access to Daniels phone as he learned to obey Chloe was able to dismantle everything and everyone in his life. She texted family members and slowly created a detailed narrative that he had quit his job and moved to Alaska on a whim, making sure to insult each one of them repeatedly before they slowly stopped texting at all.

His family, his friends, all that that Daniel was gone and had become such an asshole that they truly didn't even care that he was. Isolated, beaten and alone Daniel slowly learned to obey.

Call it Stockholm syndrome, call it love, call it whatever you like, Daniel belonged to Chloe now.

Eventually he was let out of his chains and allowed to be about the house again, though Chloe kept him on a tight leash and even installed cameras to make sure he was following his rules properly. He wouldn't dare disobey anyway - Daniel knew his place in life under Chloe and would never displease her.

That was all months ago, and Daniels submission to Chloe had only deepened since then.

Daniel decided to pour himself a drink and got up from the floor, his air mattress squeaking and yelling under his aching body as he did. It had been a few months now since he was allowed on any furniture, and was never allowed to sleep in the actual bed with Chloe at night.

Chloe had gone to hangout with some of her friends some hours ago to celebrate a friend getting a promotion. It was December 10th and snow could be seen slowly falling to ground outside the window. Daniel had been left alone in the apartment.

Shaking off the soreness from the air mattress and floor he reached for the kitchen cabinet, only to find a lock on the handle.

"Fucking fuck. That's right. I'm not allowed to serve myself food or drinks without permission" he thought to himself. A rule that had been made the week prior when Chloe found him fixing himself a snack with food that she's been saving for herself. A rule that was still taking time to get used to.

Begrudgingly, he grabbed his phone, unlocked the screen with the password Chloe had set and began to text her.

"Hey can I please make myself a drink? I'm bored and I really want to make myself a mixed drink or something. Can I please have the combination to the lock?" Daniel hit send, the waves of humiliation in asking for a simple snack or drink washing through his body.

About forty minutes went by, then the phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Chloes text read: "Nah. No drinks or food at the house tonight for you. Actually, I had other plans for us. I know you really wanted to keep the fact that you're a pathetic bitch boy to just us, but I couldn't help but tell Emma and Kiley about you. I just couldn't help it baby. They were so surprised that you were so... broken!"

Daniel shuddered at the text as he continued to read on.

"But I told them all about our dynamic, and now you're going to come over so I can milk the cum from your balls right in front of them. So shower, put some nice clothes on, and get the fuck over to Emma's apartment. We might invite some more people over but we're not sure yet. Maybe a nice little holiday dinner party. The combination for your car keys in the drawer is 9851. Get here in 30 minutes and I don't want to hear a single word or complaint from you or I'll beat your worthless ballsack until it's black again tonight. I have an idea for a nice Christmas Eve dinner, but we're going to need you here to cook it."

Daniel felt a surge of intense embarrassment. How could she tell her friends? How many people knew he was a slave to his girlfriend? It made him feel pathetic and used.

"Yes mistress." His fingers typed back.

His cock twinged, somehow getting hard at the thought. Unfortunately the cage around his cock and balls was tight, and wouldn't ever allow his penis to grow much more than half an inch. Chloe would often laugh at how much it hurt him.

Daniel showered and put on some nice clothes, knowing that whenever Chloe allowed him in public she wanted him well dressed. He unlocked the drawer, like a child bypassing a child safety lock, and grabbed his keys.

Daniel couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed as he got in his car and headed for Emma's apparent, but knew his place and knew he had to.