I think she tickled me for another ten or fifteen minutes. It wasn't too long, but drained as I was it was still hard to endure.
As she paused thrilling me, she was nearly laughing as much as I was. Out of this I heard her lovely voice:
"I'm nearly sorry." She was still chuckling. "I'm afraid I get used to this way too fast."
"No problem."
She smiled. "I hope you don't feel too humiliated."
"No. Well, maybe a little bit."
Smiling became grinning. "Ok, a little bit is fine, for now."
"Actually, I just hope you don't minify me now."
"Should I?"
"Well. You overpowered me, physically, in a fight, fair and square."
"So? Is that a surprise?"
"Shouldn't the guy be... stronger?"
She laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"You still cannot believe that ballet is a 'real' sport, huh?"
I said nothing, just starred at her and her amazingly shaped body.
She grabbed my elbows and leaned on them, her face merely inches over mine.
"You're barely bigger than I am. You're a wimp, and I'm well-conditioned. What the heck did you expect to happen when we two actually start to fight?"
"Don't know."
"That this all does not matter, because you're the guy?"
"Actually, yes..."
She pitifully patted my cheek.
"Well, in any case, you have taught me better", I admitted.
She smirked at me. "Oh yea? Do you think you have learned your lesson?"
I grinned. "Well, now that you say it... Maybe you'd better discipline me some more."
She felt for my crotch and with a knowing look she said: "Oh yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you?"
I could not speak while she kept stroking my crotch.
"You think this would be fun." She kept stroking me. "I'm not sure, maybe you understand something differenty by 'being my slave' than I do?"
Again I could not answer, as I was still stunned by the sensation her stroking carried into my helpless body.
"It's not going to be fun", she calmly explained, "it's going to be demanding, time-robbing, exhausting, and, seeing how your little warrior responds to this, probably quite 'chafing'."
She stopped stroking and firmly grabbed my bulge instead.
"But most importantly, it's going to be degrading and absolutely humiliating for you."
I still was stunned. I was putty in her hands.
"Everybody will know that you're my slave, literally."
Maybe it was a little unfair that she started to stroke my crotch again before she continued.
"I will treat you like and you will behave like my slave always and everywhere, even in public."
Now her stroking became even more intense and empathic.
"Do you want that?"
I groaned and moaned a faithful "Yes, please, my goddess."
She immediately let up on my crotch and with extendes arms she leaned herself on my shoulders again.
"Good boy."
Her smile was mind-blowing.
"I love you."
I loved to say this so much. To express this exact feeling after all she had just said was, for me, the utmost demonstration of my complete and sincere submission to her.
"Alright then, let's take the opportunity to get some things straight now."
I smiled, beaten but content. "Such as?"
"Seeing how much you like what I did to you the last few hours", as a demonstration she patted my crotch again, "I'm sure you'll happily agree that being my slave is your ultimate fate and natural purpose of life."
"Yes, my goddess!"
"Alright. Do you remember Wednesday last week? I wanted you to come by my house. And you said that you will be hanging with some of your 'buddies'."
"Yes?" Of course I did remember. I don't know whether it really was a Wednesday, but she really was that specific.
"Will anything like this happen again?"
"Of course not."
"So, if I ask you to come by, what will you do?"
"I will cancel whatever may stand in the way, and then I will, of course, come by."
"Good boy", she again gently patted my cheek. "Ok. Also, you know that sometimes I ask you to carry my stuff. Maybe my gym strip in school, or my purse, or whatever. Have you ever said 'yes, dear, with pleasure'?"
"No?" Until this point I thought that it would look pretty whipped. If only had I known how much I wanted to be whipped by her.
"So, if I ask you to carry my stuff again, what will you do?"
"I will be happy to have the chance to serve my goddess."
"Good boy", gentle cheek patting again. "From time to time you make fun of women. Sometimes stereotypes like 'women can't drive' or 'women cry to get what they want' or so. Sometimes you create your own stereotypes, like women don't think ahead, or ballet ain't a real sport..."
I looked at her with a real bad conscience.
"Do you still think this way about women?"
"No!"
"And why not?"
"Because you showed me that you are superior to us humble males."
"Is that so?"
"Yes! I mean, you are a goddess! I really mean it!"
She smiled. "So, you mean that men are helpless against feminine charms?"
"Absolutely. Well, at least heterosexual ones."
She laughed. "That's enough."
I smiled, too.
"So, will you ever make fun of women again?"
"Maybe if they're fat."
I felt a not so gentle pat on my cheek, but then I looked in a smiling face.
"Ok", she said, "will you ever make fun of all women at once?"
"No."
"Would you let a venus symbol be tattooed on your body?"
"If it's a symbol of the female ascendany you're in over me, then I think I'd be fine with it."
"And if I'd order you to be tattooed in a way you're not fine with?"
I had to swallow. Probably I would try anything to avoid this, but that was not what I wanted to believe or say. "I would, of course, obey."
I looked into a bewitchting smile. "Don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you. But that still was the right answer."
"Ok", she continued, "given I decide to keep you as my slave for so long, that you finally start earning money. Who do you think will be in charge of the account that money goes in?"
"You."
"And who else?"
"You alone."
"Good boy."
I enjoyed my reward being patted on my cheek. (It's a fun fact that this really happened. I'm working for a little more than a year now. Since we still are a couple (lucky me!) and I stand by my promises... well, you have just read all the things I have promised her. She is really good at making me actually WANT to stand by all these promises and to find new ways to surrender myself to her.)
"Ok", she said after a few seconds of silence, "I think that's enough for today. I don't want to ask too much of my little pupil."
"That's nice of you."
"I need the lavatory", she said and stood up.
"Me, too", I hurried to say.
She turned around and smirked at me. "Too bad, huh?"
"Please."
"We'll see."
With that, she left the room.
As she came back I think I looked kind of beseeching. She looked at me and raised one eyebrow.
"Please", I begged.
Thankfully, she smiled and said: "Ok, I don't want to be as mean as all that."
I really was relieved.
While she came to me I had another chance to admire the firm walk of that petite body. There was no doubt that she was vastly superior. It was actually needless for her to say:
"You know that you don't have the chance of a snowflake in hell if you try to fight me."
The fact that she stroked my crotch while she said this made her sound even more convincing.
She straddled me, but just to reach the knots at the bed rail more easily. She freed my arms from the rail. The pantyhose was, of course, still firmly tied around my wrists.
She stood up and told me to free my ankles myself. The knots down there not too hard to unravel---given I could reach them. They were tight enough that I now knew that trying to get out of them without my hands was absolutely futile.
As I finally stood up, she laid one hand around my neck and with the other she grabbed my arm. Holding me like this, she led me to the bathroom. She closed the door, from the inside. Obviously she was going to watch me even now...
I hestitated, so she said:
"Come on, there's nothing I haven't seen already."
I was happy I did not have to defecate. However, I was a bit nervous, so I took a little longer. She did not say anything. After I was finally done, I stepped to the sink to wash my hands. While I soaped my hands she stepped pretty close behind me. I barely had enough room to dry my hands. And after that was done, she reached for the lose ends of the pantyhose around my wrists and pulled them behind me, forcing my hands back to my body.
"That was enough freedom for you, don't you think?", she asked.
She tied the legs of the pantyhose together to immobilize my arms.
"Since we are here now, we should brush our teeth, huh?"
I was a little baffled, how should I do this with my arms tied to my body? Still behind me she forced me near the sink again and reached past me for my toothbrush. She put toothpaste on it, wetted it, and then she pushed it into my mouth.
I was just standing there, tied up, helpless, pressed to the sink, and having my teeth brushed by my girlfriend. When I tried to move, she laid her free hand around my throat. She gently kicked one of my legs to make me stand with my legs more apart and hence more stable. Somehow this immobilized me even more.
These minutes felt weird, absolutely degrading and somewhat special at the same time. As her hand around my throat went away and pushed my head down instead, I knew I was allowed to spit out. She washed my brush and mouth and dried me. After that she led me to the toilet and made me sit down.
I knew I had to wait until she had brushed her own teeth as well. I was wondering why she had done this. Maybe she had just thought it was funny. Or maybe she wanted to show me how little freedom she actually had to grant me. Either way, she had just proven me that she could keep me helplessly tied up all night without being "as mean as all that".
After she was done with herself she again grabbed my neck and arm and led me back to her room.
She closed the door behind us. She still was behind me as she said:
"Take off your clothes."
I did not dare to turn around. If I had learned something tonight, it was obeying her. I took off my shirt and trousers. I was not sure where she expected me to stop. I waited for a second and as I wanted to start pulling my boxers off, I felt something pushing in the back of my knee, forcing me down. Her fingers crawled from my neck under my chin while she walked around me. She stopped right in front of me, grabbed my chin to make me look up to her.
"Still having fun?", she asked.
"I'm feeling like a prisoner."
"Oh, yea?" Her foot felt for my bulge. "Do you think your little friend down there would like prison as much as he likes me?"
"No, you're right."
"Alright then, before I tie you to the bed for sleep, I want you to thank me."
"For what exactly?"
"For holding you captive and thereby allowing you to live at my mercy."
I was pretty sure I had thanked her for something like that already, but I did not mind to repeat myself.
"Thank you very much for this. I didn't know I do, but I really appreciate it."
She smiled and helped me up. While she tied me to the bed again she acted like this was the most normal thing to do and just confabulated with me. What she said was actually so trivial that I can't remember it. Probably something about a friend of hers or so. I just remember that I was kind of impressed how lightly she took what had happened and our new "positions".
After she was done I testingly pulled against my ties. Of course I was trapped. She proceeded to my legs. Watching her, I said:
"I know I cannot hide that I like what you do", she smiled, "but doesn't all that seem somewhat 'strange' to you? Maybe a bit?"
She just secured my first leg. "Don't know. Can it be true that this is more natural than it was until now? At least for you and me?"
"Well, I for one am profoundly convinced it is", I said.
She looked, said "Good" and at the same time she tightened up the knot that secured my second leg, rendering me absolutely helpless again.
Somehow I was sad that the night was obviously going to be over soon. But watching her changing for the night brought another sensation to my defeated body. She had short pajama bottoms and a top that was too tight but still incredibly sexy in its silky and playful sleaziness.
She laid down beside me. She stroked my crotch again.
"If you can't sleep, you may spend your time thinking about more ways to submit to me."
"I can't think about anything else."
"Good, I'm looking forward to hearing your ideas tomorrow."
I smiled.
"Oh, and wait", she said, licked over her thumb and started to rub my forehead with it.
First I did not know what she did, but then I remembered.
"That would have been a little bit too embarrassing", she said.
Somehow I was happy that she removed that "property of" stuff from my forehead. On the other hand, going to school like this would surely have been some very special experience. But still it felt good that I was all hers and that no one else was involved in this.
"But you have said that I will be your slave in public, too."
I don't know why I just could not help saying this. Maybe I was too excited to find out what it would be like.
"You'd like to brag about what I did with you tonight, huh?"
"No", I hurried to say, "I just would not mind if the others knew I'm your slave."
"Good. I'm not going to hide it. But they can get the bottom of how serious this really is themselves."
"Ok. I guess some girls will envy you pretty much."
Again she patted my crotch. "Yea, well, let's face it: the guys will secretly envy you even more."
I smiled all over my face. "And I thank you for that."
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Well, that's it. I did not sleep very much this night. But she did, so there is nothing more to tell. Just me being alone with my thoughts.
Of course she tied me up quite a few times more. If there still is interest, I may tell more stories about how she repeatedly convinced me that being her slave is by far the best thing that could ever happen to me. And, just as importantly, that I actually had no choice any more
