Leon

The party was over. The last guests left Lisa’s apartment around four in the morning. Sarah sat in the backseat of Mia’s car, completely exhausted but with a warm, heavy feeling in her stomach. Her face and breasts were still smeared with dried semen, and her dress was hastily pulled on. Mia drove her home, gently stroking her thigh during the ride and smiling contentedly.

“You were incredible tonight, sweetie. I’m pretty sure you’ve found someone. After everything you gave… just let me know if anything comes up.”

Sarah nodded dazedly, kissed Mia goodbye, and dragged herself into her apartment.

For four agonizing days, Sarah heard nothing from Mia.

Every hour that passed made her more restless. She lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling and replaying the images from the party over and over—how she’d danced on the table, how strange fingers had been in her pussy, how she’d swallowed eight cocks and let herself get cummed on. Her hand found its way between her legs almost automatically, but the arousal felt empty without new instructions.

Then, on the fourth evening at 8:47 p.m., the message finally arrived.

Mia: “Hey Sarah… I’m really sorry, sweetie I just got the feedback.”

Sarah sat up abruptly in bed, her heart pounding.

Sarah: “And?? Spit it out!”

Mia: “Seven out of the eight decided against you. The other woman… the brunette… ended up spreading her legs and letting two guys fuck her. That used to be an absolute no-go at this event. The men aren’t looking for cheap whores. They’re looking for elegant, obedient girls. That’s why it’s good that they didn’t want you.”

Sarah stared at the message for a long time. A strange mix of disappointment and relief washed over her—but above all, a burning sense of humiliation. She hadn’t been good enough. At the same time, she felt something deep in her lower abdomen clench at the words “elegant, obedient girls.”

Sarah: “Wait… there were eight men, right? What about the eighth one?”

It took almost a minute for Mia to reply.

Mia: “The eighth one is named Leon. Very young guy, 28, extremely good-looking. Dark hair, striking face, tall, ripped. Just got back from a long trip around Europe. He’s looking for a real playmate.”

Sarah: “That sounds perfect! Why are you saying that in such a weird way?”

Mia: “Because I did a background check. Leon is very… strict. Very possessive. He doesn’t want a casual sugar relationship. He wants control. Total control. I really wouldn’t recommend you to him, Sarah. You’re too sweet and too soft for someone like him.”

Sarah’s breathing quickened. The mere mention of “total control” made her pussy twitch. She felt herself getting wet within seconds.

Sarah: “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Mia: “He decides what you wear. Who you talk to. When you leave the house. He wants a real sub. No half-measures. The last girls I set him up with ran away crying after a few weeks. He’s too intense. Too dominant.”

Sarah bit her lower lip hard. Her free hand slid under her sweatpants as if on its own and found her already wet slit.

Oh God… that’s exactly what I want, she thought. Someone who owns me. Who tells me what to do. Who uses me…

Sarah: “Mia… please. That sounds exactly right to me. I want that. I want to let myself go. Really let myself go.”

Mia: “Sarah, no. I don’t want to drag you into this. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

Sarah: “Yes, I do! Please… set up a meeting. Just one. I’m begging you.”

Mia: “I don’t know…”

Sarah: “Mia, I’m going crazy. For the last four days, all I’ve thought about is the party. How it felt to be used. I get wet just thinking about someone controlling my whole life. Please… I’ll do anything. But give me a chance with Leon.”

Mia: “Are you absolutely sure?”

Sarah: “Yes. One hundred percent. I want him. I want him to own me.”

Mia let her beg for another five minutes. Sarah’s messages grew more ****, more ****:

Sarah: “Please, Mia… I need this. I don’t just want money. I want someone to control me. To humiliate me. To make me his. Please… I’m begging you.”

Finally, the reply came:

Mia: “…Okay. I give in. I’ll set up a meeting. But I’m warning you one last time: Once you say yes to Leon, there’s no turning back. He won’t just finance you. He’ll own you. Your body, your daily life, your decisions. Everything.”

Sarah leaned back, closed her eyes, and slid two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned softly.

That’s exactly what I want…, she thought as she fingered herself quickly and greedily. I want to belong to him. Completely.

Sarah: “Thanks, Mia ❤ When can I meet him?”

Mia put her phone away and smiled darkly. In the background, Lisa (as herself) sat on the sofa and grinned.

“She’s ready,” Mia said quietly. “She’s practically begging to be destroyed by you.”

Lisa nodded slowly, a dangerous smile on her lips.

“Good. Then let’s get Leon ready.”