A dominated story

For some reason, I really want to write a first-person dominated story. It's just an urge that popped into my brain, and I don't know why. I begin to brainstorm the details as I create a new story, the name of which I eventually settle for "Under his control". It starts off with the main character, aka, me, running out of money, and offering a deal to the landlord to become "his personal bitch" for a month in place of 5 months’ worth of rent. That's where the Introduction ends.

The next chapters delve into the sex, how the landlord ties me up and fucks me, calling me names and humiliating me. Writing this piece is really turning me on. I carry on, ideas flowing into my brain, along with a growing urge to be dominated. I try to ignore the thoughts and carry on, managing to write another chapter dealing with **** role-play before the urge grows too much and I decide to take a break.

I suddenly realize how hungry I'm feeling. I go to the kitchen to see what I can get for myself, but when I cross the window, I stop. Once more my subconscious acts as I take my top and bra off again. A second later I regain control of myself, and put them back on in a flash. Looking out, I see the same figure is still there, looking at me.

Probably just a coincidence. But what is happening to me? I'm just flashing my tits for no good reason. I try to ignore it and get my food cooked in the microwave, but the thought just keeps seeping in from my subconscious. Once I have the food I just bolt, not wanting to be in front of the window. Luckily, nothing happens.

Putting the weird situation behind me, I get back to my story, but when I check on Chyoa I see I have a message. Interested, I feel the need to check it out. The sender is someone called "vertigo's master". It seems really odd and tacky that someone would call themselves that but it could be dumb luck. Or it could be a bit of an obsessive fan.

Deciding to see what they have to say anyways, I see the conversation is called "Special Arrangement". Very weird, to be honest. Then again, this whole night has been. The only message, by them 2 minutes ago, reads : "I know of your urges. If you want to become my slut so I can dominate you, send a message that reads: Yes, Master, I am your slut". I'm outright shocked, but from the depths of my mind the domination urges begin to return, stronger than before.

I find my cursor hovering over the message box, and my other hand over the Y key on my keyboard. I try to resist, but futilely, as my urges overpower me. I click the box and type in just what he said, "Yes, Master, I am your slut". I make one last ditch effort to resist, but still click the send message. As soon as the message appears on the log, I feel control returning to me. I can't believe I just did that. Well, it’s probably some sort of joke. Maybe one of my fellow writers on an alt that are going to tease me till the end of time for what I just wrote. I patiently wait for a minute before another message from them arrives.