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Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 3

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Erotic stories: Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle – Chapter 3

Author: senorlongo

Henry and I spent the entire weekend together, even sleeping over in my bed Saturday night. I had been about ninety-nine percent sure that I could trust him and I was right. We kissed and touched and even brought each other off several times, but he never tried to fuck me. I knew then that he never would unless I had given him permission. Our relationship was progressing exactly as I had believed back when we had met. Actually…it wasn’t quite exactly as I had predicted. We were moving much more quickly than I had thought possible.

Classes began the following Monday and I saw Henry every day. By Friday I understood that I’d have to take a more active role in his daily life or he’d soon be in serious academic difficulty. He was spending so much time daydreaming about me or playing video games with his loser roommates when he should have been studying. I asked for his schedule and he gave it to me without question.

I blocked out time each day for him to study. “Either you study at these times in the afternoon or we’ll have to cut down on the time we’re together.” I was firm throughout this discussion and he accepted it, but I could see after mid-terms that it wasn’t working. I needed to take even more control. I took it the Friday afternoon before the Thanksgiving break.

I had picked Henry up after dinner. While he was his usual lovey-dovey self, I was detached and aloof. He found out why when we sat in my living room. It was time for me to act. Henry was seated next to me when I spoke. “I’m sorry, Henry, but there isn’t going to be any sex tonight. Our relationship has reached a crossroads and we have to decide which way to go.” I knew that I had his attention now. He was obviously worried. “Please answer my questions truthfully,
Henry. Our future depends on your honesty. Who has made most of the decisions since we began going together?”

He sat quietly for almost a minute before responding quietly, “You.”

“Would you agree that I’ve made ALL of the decisions—every single one?”

“Ummm…I suppose.”

“Well, have I or not?”

“You have.”

“Why? Is this something you like? Is it something you need? I’ll tell you how I feel about it once you’ve answered.”

“I guess I do like it. Do I need it? I don’t know.”

I turned to him and took his hands in mine, speaking tenderly. “Do you know why I’ve showed interest in you, Henry?”

“Other than my cock…no, I don’t. You’re the only girl who’s ever shown any interest in me.”

“I first saw you on the campus tour. Do you remember? You hung back at the rear of the group. I was pretty sure then that you were quiet and shy. I searched for you for more than an hour at the mixer. It was no accident that we met. If we hadn’t, I was going to find some other way to meet you. I was convinced then that you were submissive. Do you know what that means?

Submissive people work to please and satisfy others even at the expense of their own pleasure. In fact, that’s how they receive most of their own pleasure—by serving and pleasing others. Sometimes they dedicate their lives to serving another. Isn’t that pretty much the definition of our relationship? I think it is, except that I haven’t denied you and I wouldn’t in the future.

“All through my life people have considered me pushy, over-bearing, and demanding. You and I are polar opposites, Henry, and you know the saying—opposites attract. You are submissive; I’m dominant. The time has come for us to recognize and move into our proper roles. If you and I are to continue together I will become your mistress—your owner– and you will become my slave.

I will control every facet of your life—every single thing, from the second you get up in the morning until you go to sleep at night. I will control what and when you eat, when you use the toilet, what you wear, and what you do.

“You will move in here with me and assume all the chores—cleaning, cooking, laundry, shopping, and, of course, personal services for me—washing me, eating my pussy on demand, eventually giving me manicures and pedicures and massages, washing and drying my hair, everything.

“In return you will have my undying love. Yes, Henry—I love you and am in love with you. We will make love often, probably every night. I will never embarrass you in front of others nor will I humiliate you in any way. I will never take another to my bed unless you refuse to follow my orders. I will describe you as my extremely attentive husband for that’s what you will be. Yes, Henry, this is a lifetime deal I’m offering you. You haven’t made any decisions in our relationship and you won’t make any in the future, but this is one you must make. I cannot force this on you even if I believe it is what you need. Now I’m sure you have questions.”

Henry was silent for almost five minutes before responding. “How will you control me while I’m in the dorm?”

“You won’t be there; you’ll be here. We’ll move you out of the dorm no later than Sunday evening right after Thanksgiving. That’s when it will take effect.”

“Will you hurt me?”

“I will, if you agree, by paddling you so you know and understand that I can and will punish you if necessary, but I won’t do it for fun or for any other reason than to correct your behavior. I’m not into hurting you or anyone, but I will if you disobey. Probably I will have to punish you often during your training period.”

“Training?”

“Of course. You are naturally submissive, but that doesn’t mean that you’ll do everything I tell you exactly when I tell you or that you won’t rebel occasionally, nor do you know how to do everything I will require of you. Keep in mind that I will also be fully responsible for you—for your health and well-being and, of course, for your academic progress, too. Based on what you’ve told me and what I’ve seen you’ll be lucky to have a C-plus average even though you’re a smart person, certainly smart enough to get B’s, at least.”

“Why and why now?”

“First, the why; I believe this is what you need to be successful and happy in your life. I won’t lie to you, Henry—I’ll never lie to you—it is also something I want. I’ve had most of it since we’ve been together and it has worked for me, but it hasn’t worked for you quite the same way. You enjoy our relationship, but you’re fucking up in your studies and I can see how that’s affecting you.

“Next, the ‘why now;’ basically there are two reasons. First, I hope to salvage some of this semester for you so it isn’t a complete disaster. Those two roommates are terrible influences on you and your study habits are dreadful, especially considering that your mother and grandparents are all teachers.

“Secondly, I need to discuss this with my dad. No—I’m not going into the details about you being my slave. That will remain between us, but I will need some additional money to provide for you. You’ll need a bicycle like mine that you can use to get around campus. You also need a laptop that you can use if you’re in the library or anywhere else on campus. I don’t know how you can get by without one. Also, Henry—you need a new wardrobe; yours is extremely limited. I have an extremely good relationship with my mother, but a great one with my dad. I have confided in him hundreds of times and he’s never turned me away even though he’s always extremely busy.

“When it was time for ‘the talk’ I had it with Daddy. My mother prepared me for my first period, but I discussed sex with my dad.”

“I never had that discussion. Gramps told me he wasn’t interested.”

“I’m sorry, Henry, but you’ll get everything you need to know and more if you decide to move forward with me. As I was saying, I’ll need to talk to my father to buy the things you need. Oh, yeah, you also need a cell phone so I’ll need money to take care of you. I’ll also have to investigate health insurance for you. Being dominant is a lot of work…and a lot of stress and a lot of responsibility.

Any other questions? If not I think you should go home—back to your dorm. I don’t want your answer now. You need to think very carefully about everything it means for both of us. It may well be the last meaningful decision you make for the rest of your life so make it a good one. If I haven’t heard from you by Sunday at noon I’ll know we’re done.” I leaned forward to kiss Henry’s cheek as he rose to walk out the door. He looked back at me for just a second and then he was gone.

As sure as I’d been earlier that’s exactly how unsure I was now. I went to bed that evening full of questions and doubts. In my heart I felt that I was doing the right thing for both of us, but for the first time since we had met our future was out of my hands. Even my favorite vibrator “Henry” couldn’t help. Finally, just after three in the morning I was able to fall asleep.

I woke around ten, ate a light breakfast, and dressed for the day’s football game against Michigan. They were better this year and, based on what I had seen so far, we weren’t. The last thing I needed now was a real downer. All the same, I drove to Beaver Stadium, paid the parking fee and walked with the other students to the end zone section—what Daddy always referred to as “the cheap seats.” I had my eyes peeled, but Henry was nowhere to be seen among the thousands of students there. Just as bad–Michigan 42, Penn State 14–was the final score.

I was really down when I pulled back into the apartment complex’s parking lot. I had just locked the car and walked up to the second floor when I saw him sitting just outside my door. His eyes told me what I wanted to know. Rather than wait until we were inside he knelt before me, leaned down, and kissed my shoes and feet. I pulled him up and into my arms. ‘Good decision, slave, you won’t regret it,” I whispered before kissing him fiercely.

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