Mistress Sarah Owns Me
By Humble - bolt2112@gmail.com
How I gave up everything to be with my Mistress.


My knees ached, my feet ached, even my toes ached. My mouth was dry and my
tongue felt like sandpaper. My eyes were red and irritated. I was miserable
and in pain. But those were all secondary feelings that I was having. My
primary emotion, the one that overwhelmed me and that outweighed all of the
misery was elation, excitement, and arousal. Mistress Sarah had left me alone
in the house, alone, with instructions to be naked and on my knees when she
returned home. Mistress Sarah didn't tell me when she would return, and I knew
that it was in my best interest to follow her instructions to the letter.
Actually, I didn't have a choice in the matter - Mistress Sarah owns me, mind,
body, and soul, and when she tells me to do something, I do it.

So there I was, naked on the floor with a throbbing, dripping erection, on my
knees, and in pain. I hadn't moved an inch since she had left the house, not
to get a glass of water, or to answer the telephone, or even to relieve my
bladder. I didn't even know how long I had been alone. Mistress Sarah doesn't
allow me to wear anything when I'm in the house, not even a watch, and the
clock was in the next room, out of my sight. I could hear it ticking, but I
had long since lost count of the seconds passing by. It was evening when she
left, and I saw the room get bright from sunlight and then get dark again
while she was gone, so I knew I had been kneeling there, naked, on Mistress
Sarah's hardwood floor for over 24 hours, but I had no idea if it was eight at
night or four in the morning.

I am Mistress Sarah's slave. My only reason for existence is to serve my
Mistress and to do what pleases her. I cook her meals, I wash her clothes, I
clean her home, I bathe her and dry her off, I brush her hair and teeth, I
give her manicures, pedicures, foot rubs, and massages, and I do her shopping
when she isn't in the mood to shop for herself (Mistress Sarah loves to shop;
she loves buying expensive things for herself and she relishes the lustful
looks she gets from every man she passes, some covert and some openly
obvious). Mistress Sarah she can have any man she wants and can make him do
anything she orders.

Once, Mistress Sarah brought three men home from a bar and she delighted me by
letting me stand in the corner and watch her have her way with all three men
simultaneously. They serviced her sexually, then they humiliated themselves in
front of her, and then they serviced her some more. I recognized all three of
the men from television and magazines; they were national heroes who played
for the local NFL team. Of course I was naked the whole time, standing in the
corner, but the men never noticed me, which is obvious when you consider that
Mistress Sarah was in the room with them and she demands 100% of a man's
attention. Mistress Sarah likes to remind me of that evening from time to
time. She likes the way it makes my cock twitch when she boasts about the
power she has over men. Mistress Sarah is at her sexiest when she talks about
herself, her accomplishments, and how she excels at everything. Mistress Sarah
likes to boast, but as the saying goes, it's not bragging if it's true.

I had been a successful businessman before I met Mistress Sarah. I had a well
paying job, I made important decisions, and I managed a team of fifty
employees. I had a beautiful house, a girlfriend who loved me, a great car,
and lots of friends. I met Mistress Sarah while on a business trip. I was
alone in the city, and I had time to kill, so I went to a lounge near the
hotel where I was staying. I was having a good time, exchanging jokes with the
bartender, watching the game on the television, and occasionally sending a
text message from my blackberry.

When Mistress Sarah walked through the door the room stopped. Every eye was on
her. Every man in the room wanted to be near her and every woman in the room
wanted to be her. She wore high heels, an expensive pair of pants and a silk
blouse that accentuated her incredible figure without revealing anything. She
wore no makeup, yet her face radiated with youth and beauty. (Mistress Sarah
rarely wears makeup - after all, why mess with perfection?) She immediately
keyed on me and crumbled me to pieces with just her eyes. At that moment my
life as I had known it was over and my new life with Mistress Sarah began. She
walked straight toward me, and I leapt out of my stool to pull out the
adjacent stool for her to sit on. She stood before me, put her hand on my
cheek, and said to me, "I'm Sarah, buy me a drink."

Ten days later I had quit my job, broke up with my girlfriend, sold my house
and car, and moved to live with Mistress Sarah. The hardest part was breaking
up with my girlfriend, not because I cared for her (I did) but because I had
to pretend that it was a difficult decision to break up with her, when in
reality I was completely consumed by returning to Mistress Sarah. I spent the
first few days learning what was expected of me. She made it abundantly clear
that I was never to forget her rules. I had an easy time remembering her
rules, because there were only four.

1. Always address Mistress Sarah as Mistress, Princess, or Goddess.

2. What Mistress says, goes, without question or hesitation.

3. The only thing in the world that matters is Mistress Sarah.

4. When I'm in the house either alone or with Mistress Sarah I am to be

naked.

I broke one of Mistress Sarah's rules once, and learned never to break a rule
again. It had been less than a week since I had moved into her home. Mistress
Sarah was sitting on the sofa, watching television and enjoying a cocktail
that I had prepared for her. I was on the floor painting her toe nails when
the telephone rang. She gave me a subtle nod, indicating that I was to go
answer the telephone. I went to the next room, picked up the phone, and was
greeted by her sister on the other end. I called out, "Sarah, it's your
sister," and before I knew it Mistress Sarah was in front of me, glaring at me
and making me feel six inches tall. She took the phone from me, and spoke,
"Hey, Sis....I'm just finishing something up. Can I call you back in a little
while?" She then hung up the phone, looked at me, and spoke to me in the
iciest tone that I've ever heard. "Never speak my name without first
addressing me as Mistress, Princess, or Goddess." Then she punched me in the
gut and knocked the wind out of me. I'd been in a few fights when I was a
young man but nobody had ever punched me harder than Mistress Sarah did. She
then proceeded to smack me in the face with her open palm, again and again.
First I saw stars, and then I saw nothing but blackness.

When I awoke I was on the floor, a bloody mess. My left eye was black and
blue, grotesque, and I could barely open it. My right eye was in worse shape
and I couldn't open it at all. I stumbled into the next room and saw Mistress
Sarah lounging comfortably on the sofa. She looked at me and then she spoke to
me in her normal voice. "Do you understand, now, never to disobey me?" I
nodded my head. "Do you understand that I control you?" Again, I nodded. "Do
you understand that I can make you do whatever I want just with a look, or a
single word, but that I can also beat the shit out of you if I want to?" I
nodded. "Finish painting my toe nails, slave, and then you can go clean
yourself up."

That happened nearly eighteen months ago but it feels like it happened
yesterday. It also feels like it was a lifetime ago. Every moment I spend with
Mistress Sarah feels like a blur, but it seems like my former job and
girlfriend were a lifetime ago. Mistress Sarah loves to amuse herself by
teasing and tormenting me. She once made me go for a month without touching my
cock (no exceptions). I wasn't even allowed to hold it to pee so I learned to
go to the shower in the basement where I could pee all over the floor, the
wall, and myself, and then wash myself off and clean the shower. Another time
she made me cum once per hour for an entire day - 24 times in all. By the end
of the day my cock was an interesting shade of purple, but Mistress Sarah
graced me by sitting in front of me and watching me jerk my cock for her and
then urging me to cum for her and so the 24th orgasm of the day was an
incredible, mind-blowing experience.

Mistress Sarah also likes to take me out in public with her on occasion. One
night she took me to a nightclub, one of those exclusive places with neon
lights, a European DJ, and a line of people waiting outside the entrance
hoping to get past the velvet ropes. Mistress Sarah dressed herself in black
high heels, a black leather mini-skirt and a white sleeveless top which left
her belly uncovered. She dressed me in blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a dog
collar around my neck. She attached a leash to the collar and then led me to
the front of the line, passing hundreds of people waiting to get in. The
bouncer at the door started to say something to Mistress Sarah but she
silenced him with one of her looks, and he simply pulled the rope aside to let
us in.

Once inside, Mistress Sarah kept the leash on me throughout the night. At one
point she led me to the back room where two men were waiting for her. These
were the types of men who would normally have the run of the nightclub,
weighing their options and finally taking home the prettiest girl in the room
for a one-night stand. Typical Alpha males, but that night they never had a
chance. She had them dance for her while she sat on one of the plush chairs,
with me at her side on my hands and knees. The men danced seductively for her
and then she had them strip for her and she told them to rub up against each
other. The men hesitated for an instant but then Mistress Sarah shot them a
look and they knew to obey the mighty Goddess. Mistress Sarah then opened her
legs and hiked her skirt up a bit, beckoning one of the men to lick her pussy
while the other man sucked on her perfect breasts.

After Mistress Sarah climaxed for the fifth or sixth time the men looked
expectedly at her. Mistress Sarah told the men that she had no further use for
them but that they had her permission to go home alone and to masturbate in
her honor. One of the men opened his mouth and said, "But...." and he never
had a chance to utter another word before Mistress Sarah stood up, grabbed him
roughly by the neck, and violently threw him to the ground. She then said to
the other man, "Leave now. Go home. Get in the shower. Masturbate for me and
cum harder than you ever have." The man nodded and quickly left the room. She
then knelt down and said to the man on the floor, "You can go home, strip, and
jerk your cock for me until it aches, but you may not cum." Then Mistress
Sarah left the room and headed across the nightclub to the exit, with me in
tow on the leash. When she saw the bouncer, she grabbed his crotch and gave it
a pull, then grabbed him and kissed him long and hard. After he caught his
breath he looked like he wanted to speak, but Mistress Sarah held her finger
to her lips and then led me into the night.

Another time, Mistress Sarah took me shopping with her. This time she
instructed me to stay exactly ten feet behind her at all times, not to say a
word, and to look at nothing except for her ass the entire time. Mistress
Sarah has a glorious ass. The mall was crowded and at one point I bumped into
a man who passed by in the opposite direction. I started to apologize but then
I remembered Mistress Sarah's instruction that I was not to speak. The next
thing I knew, the man pushed me in the chest and said, "Hey dickhead, watch
you're going." In an instant, Mistress Sarah was there and she grabbed the
man's wrist and gave it a twist, driving the large man down to his knees.
Mistress Sarah then leaned over and said "You're messing with what doesn't
belong to you, asshole. He belongs to me." Mistress Sarah then spit in the
man's face and laughed. I was overcome with awe and with love and began to
tear up that she felt so protective of me. Mistress Sarah looked at me and
smiled, and then kissed my tears away before taking me by the hand and keeping
me with her, at her side for the rest of the shopping trip. I'm quite certain
that my feet never touched the ground for the rest of the day as I was surely
floating.

These memories were swirling around in my head while I waited on the floor for
the ultimate Goddess to come home. As I thought about Mistress Sarah and her
complete ownership of me, of the absolute power she holds over me and over any
man she meets my cock twitched and jumped and dripped, and a small puddle
began to form in front of me on the hardwood floor, a puddle that I would
surely clean up after Mistress Sarah arrived. The only question was whether I
would clean the puddle with a mop or if she would have me lick it up with my
tongue.

Just then the door opened and Mistress Sarah stepped into the house. My heart
began to pound and my cock, which had earlier been twitching began to wildly
jump up and down, much like a dog wagging its tail when its owner comes home.
And indeed Mistress Sarah owns me and I am her pet. She looked down at me and
smiled and then stepped forward to pat me on the head. The mere act of
physical contact with Mistress Sarah sent a charge all the way down my spine
and I had goose bumps all over my body. She saw the puddle of pre-cum on the
floor and started to quietly laugh. Finally she spoke to me. "You've been such
a good boy to wait for me like I told you to that I'm not going to make you
lick the floor clean. And besides, I've had a wonderful time while I was out.
Just make sure that the floor is spotless the next time I see it."

I was incredibly curious to know where Mistress Sarah had been for the past
day but she didn't offer any more information to me and I knew better than to
ask her. Mistress Sarah looked down at me again and gave me the slightest of
nods, one that would be imperceptible to an observer, but in the last eighteen
months I had learned to recognize and differentiate Mistress Sarah's wants and
needs. I bent down on all fours and waited for her to sit on my back. Then I
crawled to the staircase with Mistress Sarah riding on top of me. At the foot
of the staircase, she stood up and then gave me another nod, indicating that I
was to stand up and lift her up to carry her up the stairs. When we reached
the top step, I gently put her down and then resumed my position on all fours
to allow her to ride me into her bedroom.

I only stopped when I reached the foot of her bed. Mistress Sarah continued to
sit on me as she removed her heels. Once they were removed she stood up, which
was my signal to lay flat on my stomach. Mistress Sarah then stood on my back,
turned herself around, and sat down on her bed. Only then did I resume my
natural position, kneeling at my Mistress' feet. She gave me my next
instruction. "Go to your room, put on shorts and a shirt, and hurry back. You
have thirty seconds." I quickly made it to my room (a storage closet in the
hallway) and picked out the first articles of clothing I could find. I was
dressed and back in her room in twenty seconds.

Mistress Sarah was sitting at the edge of her bed fully clothed, except for
her bare feet, with her legs crossed. "Do you know why I ordered you to clothe
yourself, slave?" I did know why but I knew from the teasing tone of her voice
that I wasn't being given permission to speak. "It's because I want to have
the enjoyment of watching you strip for me." Mistress Sarah has a penchant for
dominating a naked man while she is fully clothed, and she has always enjoyed
watching a man strip at her command. I stood at attention and felt her eyes
work me over, making me feel like nothing more than a piece of her property,
which is precisely what I was. Finally Mistress Sarah spoke to me, in her
commanding tone of voice. "Strip for me!"

I was well trained and would immediately obey any order of Mistress Sarah's
orders regardless of how she worded it, nonetheless when she spoke in that
tone of voice I could completely feel the full extent of her power. I had seen
her reduce confident men to tears in a matter of seconds using that voice, and
now she was focusing her energies on me. Without thought I began to take my
clothes off for her. My erection had never subsided, but now it began to fully
rage in anticipation of my next instruction. "Kneel in front of me, boy." I
immediately complied. "Now begin to stroke for me, slave. Show me all of your
devotion."

I began to slowly fondle my balls and to rub the base of my cock. Mistress
Sarah had long ago taught me the proper way to masturbate - how to draw it out
for as long as possible, bringing myself to the edge again and again without
ever going over the brink. I kept my eyes locked on her feet. I've never had a
foot fetish, but Mistress Sarah's feet are examples of perfection, just as
every other inch of her body is. I've spent countless hours rubbing, kissing,
and pampering her lovely feet, and I've sucked on her toes when it pleased
her. I continued to rub and stroke until I reached the edge. In my eighteen
months of serving my Mistress I had learned to stay on the edge, feeling the
full weight of the impending orgasm but not allowing myself to cum, and in
this state of arousal I continued to stroke furiously, knowing that I would
not fail my Mistress.

Mistress Sarah spoke again. "You may look at me, slave." I allowed my gaze to
shift upwards and to make eye contact with the Goddess whom I worshipped.
Mistress Sarah has deep, dark brown eyes, eyes that you can lose yourself in
and I often have. She has full pink lips, perfect teeth, and high cheekbones,
the embodiment of a timeless, classic example of beauty and perfection.
Surrounding her face is her long, flowing, silky hair, brunette at first
glance, but golden in the sunlight. The instant that I made contact with her
eyes I felt the overwhelming sense of drowning and of being lost inside my
Mistress, the same feeling that I had the first time I laid eyes on her, and
the same feeling that I've felt every time since then. Perfection is too
common a word to describe my Mistress' beauty. She is a Goddess, a muse, and
the ultimate realization of what every poet, artist, and musician has aspired
to capture on paper, canvas, and in sound. My cock began to vibrate and
tremble and I had to remove my hand for fear that I might cum.

Mistress Sarah smiled at me and indicated that she was pleased with my self
control, and that I should begin stroking again for her. She continued to
reward me with the ultimate gift of looking upon her face as I renewed my
stroking, only to reach the edge in an instant once again. Again and again
Mistress Sarah guided me to the edge of an orgasm. After an hour or more of
stroking for my Mistress and dozens of near explosions my cock had swollen to
proportions that eclipsed the dimensions of my typical erection. My balls were
tight and heavy. My heart continued to race and my face was dripping with
perspiration.

Finally, after an eternity, Mistress Sarah whispered to me,
"Three....two....one....NOW!" At that precise instant my cock began to erupt
with semen. Wave upon wave of cum exploded from my cock. I let out a low, long
moan of pleasure and relief, as my cock continued to shake and release.

After thirty or more seconds my cock was completely drained. Mistress Sarah
gave me another nod and I hurried to the bathroom to collect materials with
which to clean up the mess I had made. I returned to the bedroom and
meticulously cleaned her room until it met her standards. By this time, my
cock had shrunk and was flaccid.

Mistress Sarah spoke to me again. "The only time a boy can think clearly is
when he isn't thinking with his cock." She began to unbutton her shirt,
exposing her cleavage. "Less than three minutes have passed since you came."
She finished unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it off of her shoulders,
letting me see her perfect breasts and her hard nipples. "Tell me now, while
you still have any clarity of thought, what you truly feel."

Standing in front of my Mistress, I looked at her and felt my cock stiffen to
full attention. Then I fell to my knees.

"You own me."