There is No Lovelier Sight Than a Man Suffering For Her Pleasure
Woman or man, Ashley impresses everyone who sees her. Beautiful, Amazonian, she is a sex goddess. Seeing her arms around Arthur, observers are dumbfounded. Why does she waste her time with such an ordinary guy?
Arthur is shorter than the average male. Shorter than Ashley. His face is regular but not strikingly handsome. He is one of those invisible men. The ones you never notice.
His first response to the sight of Ashley was awe and fear. She seemed the archetype of almost everything he had every he ever wished for in a woman. It was not just her beauty. Her height and visible physical strength stirred his heart. He feared the moment Ashley saw him she would laugh.
Arthur sells personal electronics. Ashley came the first time for a new cellphone. She was not sure what she should buy. Arthur knows everything about what he sells. He has a gift for understanding people’s needs. His answers and explanations are concise and lucid.
He was too focused on not trembling or fainting to notice how he pleased Ashley.
Over the next couple of months, she bought a tablet and a laptop. All with Arthur’s help and advice. He felt so sad. None of his skills could ever really impress a woman like Ashley. She would laugh if he dared ask for a date.
Arthur is kinky. He is a submissive masochist. The town has an active local munch group. Arthur participated irregularly. Often a Domme would play with him, allow him to be her temporary slave.
Distractions with his family kept Arthur away from the munch group for a few months. Finally he was free for the Friday night get-together. Meeting a woman like Ashley left him hungry for a scene with a Domme.
Arthur stood in a corner catching up with old friends. There was a tap on his back. Turning he discovered Ashley standing behind him. He flushed and felt faint. She smiled.
Arthur had made a strongly favorable impression. He was so attentive, polite and helpful; she felt he would make a good submissive man. To discover him at a fetish event and learn that he could be very servile and enjoyed pain was wonderful news.
That night Ashley and Arthur had a long and passionate session. Never before had Arthur felt so complete. Ashley delighted in his unhesitating compliance.
More sessions followed. Soon they took place at Ashley’s home. She had invested much in creating a perfect, toy-filled home dungeon. Arthur suffered. He begged and pleaded. Not once did he use his safeword.
His worship and adoration were almost palpable. Ashley felt as if it were flowing into to her body, empowering her.
They saw more and more of one another. At last Ashley invited Arthur to move in. To become her full-time, committed slave.
From youth, men had chased Ashley. The most handsome men sought for her attention. They lavished gifts, charm, whatever they had, hoping for a night with her.
For a time Ashley reveled in the attention and sex. Slowly she came to see men as either too needy or too demanding.
She discovered her dominance. Finding slave men was effortless. None seemed worth keeping. Many had distasteful private agendas. She would not waste time on a man whose was fixated on a fetish she did not share.
No man’s submission seemed pure. It was diluted with hesitations and reservations. They could be fun for a time. None were worth keeping.
Until she met Arthur.
He offered unmixed submission, unsullied devotion without weird emotional baggage. Arthur is intensely yet sensibly masochistic.
Ashley liked his height. She prefers to be taller than her slave men. He is not muscular but neither is he flabby. She has all the muscle required for their relationship.
She is a Domme. Seeing genuine supplication in Arthur’s eyes makes him beautiful. There is no lovelier sight she says than watching willingly suffer for her pleasure.
Their sadomasochistic sex life is strenuous but risk aware.
Affection does not mean she does not enjoy his tears. Love makes his every moan and whimper delightful.
They married not long ago. Arthur humbly, happily serves his Mistress Wife.
His slavery is joyous.