I knew as soon as I saw him that he would be my slave. I could tell by the way he carried himself that he had little to no self esteem. Kind of geeky looking he looked like he had never been laid.
Striking up a conversation was harder then I thought it would be. If you looked up the word “introvert” in the dictionary, his picture would be front and center. Pulling him out of his shell enough to get him to agree to come over for dinner was a huge challenge but with each small victory my cunt got wetter and wetter.
As soon as we walked in the door of my house the humiliation began. Ripping his clothes off leaving them in a shredded heap at his feet, his face was priceless. His attempt at modesty was feeble and unsuccessful. Laughing at his skinny body with no muscle or definition, I threw him a little white maid apron before grabbing my leather ridding crop and cracking his flat ass with it. A lone tear streaked down his face serving to increase my desire to mold him into the perfect, subservient, slave. He would soon learn that to displease me would be very painful indeed.
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