Chapter 9, In which we survey some of the ways a man might be persuaded to accept sexual slavery in a new and uncommitted relationship Getting a man to accept sexual slavery is easier in a new and uncommitted relationship than in an established and committed one.
I enslaved all my lovers early. You may lose him. Use your priorities, not mine, in deciding whether to accept the risk. The way I invited Patrick to become my love slave is just one possibility among many. You would likely set up a different scenario. You have to be willing to make that a rule, make it clear, and enforce it.
We began our survey of invitations to sexual slavery with the story of how Patrick was persuaded to accept mine. The earliest was our decision to fuck without a condom. I might enslave him anyway, just as a young virgin trying to save herself for marriage might enslave her boyfriend, but the techniques I would use, like those the virgin would use, exclude fucking.
If a man is wearing a condom, the stimulation inflicted on his cock by my pussy is dulled to such a degree that he can resist it. Had I found out differently, I would have had to change my approach. Had he voiced his assent a few minutes earlier, the rest of the afternoon would have gone at least a little differently. Men often open up other possibilities by what they do in the course of a developing relationship, or by how they respond to what their partners do. We can start by putting me back where I was that first Saturday afternoon: What if he says yes?
It happens quite often; more men have said yes than no. I tease him about the show. I feed the Loop every way I can. Through that nipple, I can completely destroy his composure. Now imagine that during my third sexual encounter with a man, I start licking his nipple without touching his cock, and he starts playing with it himself. It would be silly to try to seal a contract of sexual slavery with such a man by having him masturbate while I watched; the gesture would be meaningless.
Shyness is one of the qualities I need to turn me on. What if my lover turns out to be the sort of man who experiences no discomfort at all when I continue to stimulate his cock after he comes? What I do then is pretty much what I did with Patrick. I get him used to eating me while tied down, and I wind up presenting him with the same invitation in the same way. If he accepts, I tie his ankles and tell him to seal the agreement by playing with himself while I watch. It makes no difference.
Straddle his cock and put it in your pussy. Sit still and tell him that if he decides not to accept your invitation, this will be your last fuck.
Embellish your speech with as much affection and sentiment as you honestly feel, and by all means encourage him to make good his acceptance. Etch in his memory a picture of you that he can love while considering. Then let your pussy do its thing, and enjoy. I went this route with two men. Two friends tried it with one man each. One lost the man immediately.
Two of the men came back to see whether their relationships with my other friend and me could continue under more conventional protocols. I said no, but the other relationship was salvaged. One man came back to me as my love slave. Drew called me at work three days after he initially refused, then hastily reconsidered, my invitation.
He wanted to see me—that evening if possible. I surmised he was both desperately in love and desperately horny. I was glad to hear from him.
I loved him and I was horny myself. I asked him when he could be over, and he suggested picking me up for dinner at seven. I left work more promptly than usual, drove home, walked to the pizzeria, chatted briefly with Francesca and a couple of other friends, then settled into an empty booth. Drew arrived soon afterward. He greeted me enthusiastically and told me how happy he was to see me again. I assured him I felt the same way. We shared a stromboli, playfully cutting bite-sized pieces and feeding one another.
He drove me home and I invited him in. We took off our jackets and shoes and stood hugging and kissing until I could feel the straining of his cock. He took hold of the hem of my sweatshirt, making ready to lift it over my head. As he undressed, I sat down on one end of the couch. By the time he was out of his clothes, his erection had subsided. I invited him to lie down with his head on my lap. I watched it with interest. I felt, deliberately but genuinely, the affection and curiosity that my expression showed.
His cock grew, angled up, and stood fully erect, just clear of the mound, pulsing slightly with the beating of his heart. I kept watching it with the same expression, looking briefly into his eyes every few seconds.
He took my hand in his and tried to move it into position to relieve his lust. None, and he knew it, but he tried one request. He wrapped his hand around it and began stroking, watching my eyes as he did. When he seemed ready to come, I started lightly rubbing his nipple with the back of my hand. I was still staring at his cock when it erupted, but I could see the desperate, questioning look on his face as he struggled, through his embarrassment and his pleasure, to make sense of what was happening, understand its significance to me, guess what it might mean to the future of our relationship.
I stopped rubbing his nipple. He let go his cock and lay there, looking at me questioningly. Wait here a minute. I set about cleaning him up. That was a big load you had saved up. Thinking of you does that.
What were you thinking about me? How do you like it? I have to get an early start tomorrow. We held each other for a moment and kissed. I lifted the hem of my sweatshirt and let him see my breasts.
I love you too. Patrick knew he was getting into something more exciting than he had ever experienced before, so I encouraged him in a purely positive way, teasing him to help him become acquainted with how his embarrassment fed his excitement and his love, and promising him unprecedented pleasure in an atmosphere of intimacy and acceptance.
Drew felt he was being coerced into taking a demotion. If I belabored his embarrassment at having to masturbate, he might well have picked up and left, so I hardly teased him at all. Instead I played on his insecurity about the future of our relationship, motivating him to go along in the hope of being rewarded the following week or the week after. I knew, though, what the events of that evening would do to him. By the time he called Friday, he would have replayed them in his mind countless times.
He would have come to appreciate how exciting it had been to feel me stare at his cock with that smile of affectionate curiosity, to know I was watching it get hard, to know that I knew it was getting hard because he was embarrassed by my staring. Of course I fucked him again, and I embarrassed him again too, and I did both at the same time. When there was no longer any doubt about his being my slave, I stopped playing on his insecurity; and as he became more secure, I began teasing him openly about his embarrassment.
And of course we both enjoyed it immensely. What do I do with a man who, like Drew, declines the initial invitation to become my love slave, but unlike Drew, refuses to reconsider when told that the only alternative is the end of our relationship?
I do the same thing. I do it lovingly and hope he reconsiders. Two friends also tried it, once each, and one of the men reconsidered. The other relationship ended. Rather it was because I loved him, because I knew he loved me, because we were both horny, because it was the decent and loving thing to do. If you secretly hope that your man, having rejected sexual slavery, will come back and ask you to continue in a more conventional relationship rather than just disappearing from your life, do take care to treat him decently.