My head was bowed and my eyes lowered. My knees were stiff with pain, I was getting cold, and my arms felt numb from being clasped behind my back for so long. Nobody was around as I knelt, meditating on my submissiveness to DM. I was naked and lonely, and so in need of Sir's presence, yet I meditated like this fifteen minutes a day because Sir commanded me to perform this daily ritual on being submissive.
My responsibilities were still to my husband and teenage sons, but Sir had literally taken over my total being. I submitted everything to him, my heart, my mind, my soul, and my body. I only wished I could give him my daily physical presence, but for now we both had to be satisfied with occasional weekends and hours here and there.
I looked at the clock and saw the fifteen minutes were up. I rose slowly from the carpeted bedroom floor and walked to the bathroom to get ready for work. I stretched like a cat, checking out my reflection in the mirror. I was lean from my daily workouts, much more in shape since I became DM's sub six months before. The exercise routine he had commanded had made my abdomen smooth and sexy. I was quite happy about that! My breasts were naturally full and round, and my hips narrow. I turned to check out my backside. My hair hung loose halfway down my back, and my ass was round and creamy white. I smiled, knowing my ass was only for him; no other man had taken me that way but Sir. Although he constantly reminded me that my growing submission was my greatest gift to him, that was my personal way of being his sexual slave.
I turned on the shower and stepped in, feeling the hot water calm my mind and body. Using my hand, I caressed myself with a moisturizing soap. As I soaped the body Sir loved to torture so sweetly, reveling in my soft skin and womanly curves, my thoughts inadvertently drifted to another woman.
Lately I had been feeling very sexually aroused when near a co-worker of mine. She was in her late twenties, a single mother and very open with her bisexuality. Lately, she had been making suggestions that she could tell I might feel the same way. Her name was Jane, and she was stunning. I had experienced vague feelings for women all my life, but had never acted on my impulses. They were not only sexual feelings, but I felt I might be able to love a woman romantically the way I do a man. Because I told every secret in my heart to my Sir, he knew and encouraged my desires. He had told me that when he felt the time was right, he and I should find a woman to share occasionally sexually.
I rubbed my inner thighs, slipping my fingers inside my pussy and ass, washing and caressing. My body was luxuriating in my self-manipulations. Yet I felt anxious, wondering how I would feel about sharing another woman with my Sir. He accepted my sexual romps with my husband, but to think of actually seeing DM fuck another woman, take pleasure from her body, perhaps even cum in her, brought out intense jealousy in me. Since we both agreed our relationship would not be monogamous, I knew it was something I had to work to accept. After drying off, I called Sir on the phone.
"Anna, my sweet!" His voice was calming over the phone.
"Good Morning, Sir," I said happily. "I meditated this morning, Sir and now am sitting on the bed naked."
"Mmmmm, sounds lovely Anna," he sighed, "What did you meditate on today, darling?"
"Sir, my jealousy, and how I must be rid of it to be able to be totally submissive to you."
"You're my very good little girl, Anna," he praised me. "And do you think you are conquering your jealousies, that you are learning to put my pleasures, my desires before your own?"
"Yes, Sir," I agreed proudly. "I believe I'm making very good progress. I know my duties to you, Sir."
"That's wonderful to hear, my darling. So you think you would you be able to accept me torturing you in that manner?"
"Sir, you know I would be so happy to have you do anything to my body that you wish," I assured Him totally sincerely.
"Yes, my precious, I know that. But do you think that you would, for my sake, enjoy having me tie you up and force you to watch me fuck another woman?"
"Yes, Sir," I said as enthusiastically as I could muster. I was thankful Sir could not see my hurt and angry expression.
We chatted for a little bit longer, made plans to meet for lunch, and then hung up. I was terribly confused. He certainly knew how to test my dedication to Him! While I was jealous of Sir, thinking of him being with another woman. I was also thankful he was free minded enough to grant me pleasures, which might include women or even other men in the future. Of course, he would make sure I was safe, and he would always make the final decisions. And the thoughts of what we had discussed made me wildly excited!
I put on a somewhat revealing v-neck sweater and a short skirt. In a way, I knew that I was trying to gain some tiny amount of revenge on my Sir for testing me so. Yes, in all honesty, I realized that I also wanted to impress Jane. Moisture escaped from the seam of my pussy just thinking about her. I checked in the mirror, and the ends of my honey brown hair brushed against the top of my breasts, which were outlined in the clinging sweater. Both nipples protruded. I squeezed them as Sir would squeeze them, sighed longingly, and left for work.
Jane was checking out a patron's books when I arrived. She looked up at smiled.
"Good morning, Anna," she winked, "chilly today, isn't it?"
"Sure is, Jane, I hope they turn the heat up some or we'll freeze today." I shivered, stepping aside as the patron left with his books.
"Bet I could keep you warm, Anna," Jane leaned over exposing her small, but perky breasts to me. "How about lunch?"
"I've already made plans for lunch with a friend. Sorry…but how about you join us?" I asked suddenly, the impulse seeming to flow from somewhere outside of me. Or maybe it was flowing somewhere INside of me! Honestly, I was not sure if I wanted Sir to see sexy Jane. But I now had to admit I was certainly lusting after her, and knew that he would eventually have to approve of her, anyway, before I could ever allow anything to happen between us. Maybe he would even want the three of us to play together!
"Sure, Anna, that sounds like fun," Jane smiled. "It's a date!"
Jane was an extrovert, while I was more an introvert. I guess you could call me the prototypical librarian, being quiet and shy, though I really enjoyed my scenes with Sir. I adored to be spanked, my nipples tortured, tied up and bound, totally subject to his often fanciful desires. Not your typical librarian, but it was who I really was. I'd never been so content in all my years sexually since becoming being DM's sub.
Jane and I arrived at the crowded restaurant at noon. We must have been quite a pair, because all eyes turned to us when we walked in. Me in my short skirt, leather boots and tight sweater, long hair, full breasts, and she in low cut jeans and sweater with her bare midriff. Jane had short black hair and deep brown, almost black eyes and very full red lips. Although her breasts were more pert than large, her petite figure made them seem to thrust out above her tiny waist.
Sir greeted us in his easy manner, pulling out chairs for both of us. I introduced them. Sir and Jane were very taken with each other from the start. Sir touched Jane's arm many times, and Jane laughing at everything he said. I was feeling nothing but pain and agony. Though on the outside I appeared my usual sweet and demure self, inside my rage was boiling. Sir explained our situation to Jane, and she slyly claimed she had already guessed. Smiling his secret smile, he further stated that he wanted to torture me in an emotional way, and she agreed to meet with us the next night for a scene. She was very turned on by Sir. I was dreading it already, but said nothing.
The next day, I skipped my morning meditation. I was deeply questioning the sincerity of whether I really wanted to be DM's sub. I'd had many crisis periods over the past months, questioning my submissiveness, slowly submerging my ego into His. Each step had been pain, but then great pleasure and a feeling of growing comfort and peacefulness. But having to watch my Sir, who I love more than life itself, fuck Jane, was making me physically sick with doubt.
Did I really want to be his sub? Must he torture me in this way just to show how submissive I could be towards him? Would it ultimately be Jane that he desire, and me left behind, regretting the day I introduced them?
I ignored Jane as much as I could that day, pretending to be busy, but I was so scared and sad about tonight's events. Sir had told me exactly what he planned, and that me gladly accepting watching him fuck her would be proof of my submissiveness. I hated them both, but had to admit that if I could actually do that -- feel pleasure at being of service to my Sir, being the one who had brought him such pleasure at the cost of my own pain, be that physical, mental or emotional -- it would certainly be a great proof of my servitude! I only hoped that I could carry it off in a way that would make Sir proud of me. I went home, made dinner, told my family that I had a librarian's meeting, and drove to Sir's house.
Jane was already there. She looked luscious. Her lips were painted very red and she had on a tight little black dress that was backless, revealing her seductive spine. The dress clung around her wide hips and ass and hung low in the back, barely covering the crack of her ass. Her full thighs were slightly apart, and I could see she had on black panties underneath. I had on conservative slacks and a blouse.
