Rebecca - Desire to be controlled

I'd always fantasised about being controlled.

Not just in that traditionally subby way, but in my entirety. I wanted to give my body, my mind, my very soul to someone. I've fingered myself raw imagining that swinging pendulum, imagining someone taking control.

I don't even wanna ask. To not even have that much agency in the matter. I just want someone, anyone to take my life apart and reconstruct it in their image.

I'd never told a soul about this, of course. Not even Master's sluts. And I told them everything.

It was just a fantasy. There were too many impracticalities to it. After all, who could I even trust enough to wield that kind of power over me?

That was, until I met Master. God, I remember our first meeting. At that convention center, all that time ago. Master had been so shy! I remember thinking the blush on Master's cheeks could've burned a hole through the floor. We'd gotten to talking, and found that mutual spark: that interest in all things videogames.

Once Master burned through their nerves, I found such a wonderful person underneath. When I had first realised I needed to drink cum for every meal, Master had been there with my bowl, ready to make me dinner.

I wanted to tell Master about my kink! Truly, I did. But… how do you even broach that conversation?

"Hey, could you pretty please turn my brain into putty and take over the responsibilities of literally everything so I can just be your **** for the rest of time? And while you're at it, how about developing some reality warping powers to reaaaaally seal the deal?"

I mean, I barely even spoke to Master! Well aside from, like, constantly whispering oaths of loyalty to his wonderful cock, but that hardly counts. That's like saying breathing is talking just because it makes a sound.

No, we didn't even talk, so how could I bring that up? How could I ask him to take on so much responsibility when he'd been so kind to me already?

I hadn't even thanked him for fucking my friends and family! He'd let me drink his amazing cum out of their pussies every day since, after all. I know Master didn't think that was a big deal, but it had made me so happy! It was the best birthday present a girl could ask for.

Master once told me that slobbering all over his godlike cock was thanks enough, but that was just waking him up in the morning. The alarm clock beeping isn't a thank you, it's just something it does.

Master has been so good to me, I can't stand the thought of pushing him outside of his comfort zone like that. I mean, the responsibility of a whole life…

But sometimes I'd lay back and finger myself. Imagining Master just… taking what he wanted. Imagining my own mind being a foggy haze, unwilling to stop him. In fact, eager for him to keep going. No matter what he did. No matter how long he went for. I wouldn't care, I'd be under his control. I imagined how good it would feel to obey him, without question or hesitation. Like always, my boobs swelled as I neared my peak, until they gushed with milk right as I reached my fifteenth orgasm.

Master told me a few days ago that property shouldn't finger itself. I wholeheartedly agreed, and stopped doing it that day, but there were always those thoughts.

As I licked the cum from my sister's face fucked mouth, i steeled my resolve. Today was the day.

Today was the day I would ask Master to control me.