My name is Emma. I'm a twenty-two-year-old girl. My life with my college roommate started off pretty normal. It was co-ed housing. But the minute she introduced me to her boyfriend, everything changed.
He looked me up and down, with a predatory and decisive look on his face, and smiled in a sweet way. It made me tingle and feel uncomfortable inside. His girlfriend seemed to notice but said nothing. It made it worse. I felt a pit in my stomach.
That first meeting was short. We all had to go our separate ways. But I knew I would see him again, especially if he was around my roommate. And it wasn't long before I did. The next time I saw him, he was alone.
I turned the corner to the top of the stairs, and he was standing there blocking the way. I looked around and realized nobody else was there but us because it was a big building.
My heart skipped a beat, and that same tingle crawled through my skin. He smiled at me again and quickly reached out and grabbed my hair. Before I could scream, his other hand was on my mouth to cover it. He pulled me up to the top of the stairs and threw me up against the wall. He pushed his body against mine and let go of my hair.
He put his hand on my throat instead and whispered, "Shut up, and this will be much easier for you."
I stared at him and nodded as best I could, terrified of what he might do. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the tingling I felt when he looked into my eyes. It was a rush. I could swear he knew it, too.
He let go of my mouth, slipped his hand into my pants, and pushed into my throat tighter.
I looked into his eyes, and he slipped two fingers inside me and leaned into me again. I groaned lightly, and he whispered slowly, "I have to say, you're a perfect candidate to be my sex slave."
"I can see it in your eyes. I want to train you." With this, he quickened his fingers and added, "And use you the way we both know you want to be used."
I couldn't deny he was right. The tingling I felt, even though I hadn't asked him to pick me as someone who could be trained, was electric. I didn't care at that moment who was watching.
He let go of my throat and pulled away as he said, "Tonight, you're going to come over to my house. Where I can show you what life with a true Master is like."
He slipped his number and address in my hands and smiled as I gasped in air and gathered my wits. He walked away, and I felt the pulsing between my legs undeniably.
The next time I saw him, my roommate was again at his side. I felt a familiar flutter in my chest. Even though my roommate was talking to him, his eyes were on me. I could feel him watching me across the room.
He smiled at me, a devilish and cruel smile. And I felt that pit in my stomach return. I needed to know how to please him. My roommate turned and waved me over to them, and I cautiously approached, afraid he'd see the shaking in my legs.
When I came within hearing distance, I could hear that they were talking about a celebration of some kind.
He smiled again, this time a sweet smile, and said, "Hey Emma, are you coming to my party tonight? It's at my house."
I felt the tingling again, and the throbbing between my legs was distracting. I gave a half smile and said, "Of course. I can't wait. " My roommate shot me a look. It made me think she could tell what I was thinking. I looked down and made an excuse to leave.
When I arrived at his house that evening, I was full of tension. My adrenaline was higher than I'd ever known. I knocked on his door and held my breath. I didn't want to be there, but I couldn't keep myself away. I needed him.
He answered the door, and the cruel smile had returned to his face. My stomach twisted, and I stepped inside. I noticed immediately that there was not a party. At least one that I could see or hear. I took a quick breath, so I didn't pass out.
Before I had time to think about what I could do, the full force of his hand across my face dropped me to the floor. I gasped, and in an instant, he was on top of me. I was terrified, but the pulsing inside me felt irresistible.
He pulled my head up by my hair and whispered, "Are you ready to be a good little bitch? I know you want to please your Master."
I whimpered, and nodded. He smiled again. He was showing his excitement through his pants.
He pulled me up and led me down three enormous hallways. To a room that made my heart skip a few beats.
In the middle of the room was a stockade. The walls were lined with tools for torture. He put me in front of the stockade and put his hand in my pants. He pulled me against him, and shoved his fingers inside my pussy.
I groaned, and he went faster, until I thought I'd orgasm all over his hand. But he could tell, and he pulled them out.