Small, Meek Adoring Man
Mila began manipulating, teasing and denying boys in high school. She received lavish presents. Guys made spectacles of themselves. She merely had to suggest an embarrassing act and at least one boy would do it. She promised nothing. Masculinizing hormones bent young men to her whims.
She toyed with weak, frail boys. The implorations of their eyes, their hunger and longing made her smile. Needy men were the most malleable.
Humiliating males was exhilarating. Public school limited Mila’s actions. Living cruel fantasies was postponed.
Away from home, in college, she looked for young men to enslave. She met masochists. Their pleasure in being whipped and beaten lessened her delight. She often broke their limits.
Self-proclaimed submissive males too often had agendas. They wanted to serve only in a way that pleased them. Wastes of time.
Mila looked for an ordinary weak male. A man to seduce into slavery.
She met Cary. Short, skinny, weak, shy – he was the raw material she would transform. Bigger, stronger men were shocked to be shoved away. Why would any woman want a wimp like Cary?
Cary was a virgin. Mila wanted to preserve this. Cary may have had hopes that she would deflower him. Instead she convinced him he should wear a male chastity device.
To measure him for the MCD, she made him pull down his pants. His face turned pink. Naked with a woman for the first time in his life she trembled with shame.
He had reason for shame. She did not laugh in Cary’s face. The shape of her lips conveyed her amused contempt.
After the MCD arrived, she often touched and kissed Cary. He never heard the term blue balls. Ignorance was no help.
The strain and insomnia of frustrated desire overwhelmed him. His imagination became a tormentor.
Mila talked to him about his smallness and weakness. He admitted his inadequacy. Circumspectly she taught him to admit and accept his inferiority. His small ego shrank.
She pointed out her own superiority. Cary could only admit that to him Mila was a Goddess.
She gently suggested he move off the couch. He knelt before her. She could tell Cary’s submissiveness was blossoming. He was intoxicated by feelings of worship.
Slowly, Mila moved his head down. Pushed him to her feet.
“Lick.” It was barely audible.
His tongue caressed each foot, returning and repeating. Mila finally lifted Cary’s head. She held a thick black whip.
He looked Mila in the eye. He wept.
Cary was her first slave.
( * Can you read his first name?)