Welcome, all my submissive pets and slaves, to Mistress Lexi’s first blog post. I hope you enjoy this tale of my first captured slaves told from my pet’s point of view.
Home, sweet, home, but not for long
We’d bought our dream home and moved in the previous weekend. Two weeks later, we would welcome our first guest. So, with my approval, Debbie’s University friend Lexi was visiting from the States, and we allowed her to use our guest room. Debbie had been entirely distracted by her friend’s visit and was nervous. Consequently, she wanted everything to be perfect. As a result, the guest room had been deep cleaned from top to bottom. She also fussed over the meals we would prepare. We needed to give an excellent first impression.
The doorbell rang, and I hugged and reassured my girlfriend. She smiled at me and answered the door. Her nerves were, to some extent, infectious. So, I tried to look nonchalant to counter her nervous enthusiasm. They entered the kitchen, and I looked up from the paper I was pretending to read. I immediately became aware of Lexi’s presence. Before she even spoke, she filled the room. She was beautiful. Her personality matched the power of her beauty. Debbie became timid in her presence. Lexi held center stage the whole weekend, and we became her audience. She had opinions on everything, and I agreed with them all.
She captured slaves with little effort.
I set off to the store for Lexi’s requested wine and was back quickly. The sight before me left me incapable of speech or movement as I entered the living room. Debbie was naked apart from a leather BDSM collar around her neck. She was on her hands and knees beside Lexi, who held a leash attached to the collar. I could not take my eyes off her. Lexi was breathtaking in a tight black leather catsuit and thigh-high boots. I could not move. The shock had somehow transfixed me to that spot.
“I know you very well already,” she said. “You’re exactly the type of submissive pet who would be with this slut,” she continued as she looked down at Debbie, the slut she referred to. ” But I do need a new pet.”
Captured slaves with tease and denial
Her gloved hand slipped to the growing ache in my slacks. Then she adjusted the bulge, releasing my cock within my pants which now formed a ridge from my balls to below my belt. I could feel the thumb of her gloved hand teasing my penis. It slid up and down as she looked me straight in the eyes. She knew the effect she was having on me. As a result, my arousal intensified and was epitomized by my irregular breathing.
“I’m sure you would love to feel my gloved hand on your cock, wouldn’t you?” she whispered. She did not pause for an answer. “Well, even my leather glove is too good for that pathetic piece of meat,” she said wickedly. Nothing further was said, and she just continued to look me in the eyes. It was as if she was reading my mind, and I could not avert my gaze. Subsequently, my mind was hers. She owned my cock. My whole being belonged to her; at that moment, we became her captured slaves. I was about to explode when she suddenly stopped. Her timing was perfect. I was left desperately wanting more. She smiled. It was as if she knew how effective she had been.
Naked, collared, and leashed as a captured slave
Three months have passed since her arrival, and so many changes have been made. Our dream property is no longer ours. It has been signed over to her. We have both left our jobs and are now slaves in the business she and her Alpha lover, Dexter, own. I haven’t slept in a bed since Goddess Lexi’s arrival. As a result, I am treated like her pet with “a place” at the foot of my Mistresses’ bed where I go when told. My cock has been imprisoned in chastity for the last ten weeks. I now appreciate that my cock was never meant, nor was I capable of pleasuring anyone. My genitals are not intended for sex but to merely endorse my role as a slave through arousal, leading to femdom worship and obedience.
Your Mistress of Phone Sex, Lexi
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