The Waitress - BDSM Erotica by SteelCity412
I was just about to wrap up my shift when the new girl at work asked me, "Where can I find my time card?"
She had red hair, a short stature, with large breasts. She wore glasses, and had an overall nerdy look, and a great ass. My co-worker had told me earlier she was only 19 and was taking a break between high school and college.
I was 26 at the time, and although she was young, I found her quite attractive. She worked front-of-house at the restaurant as a bartender, while I worked in the back as a cook.
I told her, "Don't worry Ashley, I'll grab a time card for you."
Over the next few weeks, we would run into each other after our shift. I often would deliberately make sure I wrapped up my work around the same time she did, so we could have time for a chit chat. One day, I asked her for her number, and suggested we should hang out sometime after work, since we both work such non-traditional hours.
She agreed.
About a week later, after having some drinks with my friends, I decided to text her and start a conversation. After we exchanged a few texts back and forth, she also admitted to having a couple drinks as well.
Ever meet somebody and just KNOW they are perverts, just like you?
Almost out of nowhere, she texts me, "Do you like kink? I am a submissive."
I was overjoyed when I read this text message. It had been a little while since I had a prospective slave to train according to my sexual needs and desires. I remember pausing and thinking on how to respond. I still had much planning and thinking to do.
I simply replied, "I enjoy BDSM too, but that relationship requires healthy communication."
She didn't text back.
We saw each other at work, but we didn't speak about the text conversation for a few days. We would talk about vanilla, mundane things. However, she became more eager to chat with me, and was quite friendly, more so than before.
After a few days had passed, I decided to text her after a late night at work.
I texted, "Hey, would you like to come over to my apartment after work this weekend and participate in a scene with me?"
She texted back, "Sure :-) I would love to. What were you thinking?"
I replied, "I think it is important that we start off with training you according to my sexual needs. I think it would be intelligent for us to have a phone conversation prior to meeting, so that I can direct you on my expectations. Also, I want you to take time to decide whether you are genuinely interested in committing to the training."
The phone rings.
When I picked up the phone, she said nervously, "Hey Mark, it's Ashley from work."
I greeted her back and said, "So, you would like to come over to my apartment this weekend?"
She replied with a quiver in her voice, "Yes."
I said, "Well, I want you to think about spending time with me seriously. You're going to have to be a good listener, take direction well. It won't be easy, but if you enjoy being service-oriented, then you will find our time together rewarding."
She replied, "I enjoy being submissive, especially being objectified. It's a headspace I like living in, and I was wondering, can you email me your expectations of me, and I can let you know if I can meet them?"
I said, "Absolutely, I don't want you to be totally in the dark about what I need from you."
She replied, with more confidence, "Great!"
The conversation eventually shifted toward more vanilla things, like work, and her going back to school in the fall. She became more trusting of me, citing an issue with her other partner, eventually admitting that he has problems being dominant in the bedroom, even though it is a headspace he desires to have with her.
I told her, "Some people have different roles in your life. Perhaps you need another partner to meet that need."
She paused for about five seconds, let out a nervous laugh. She changed the topic, talked about the recent heatwave we were having, I told her I was tired and needed to go to bed. She admitted the same and we hung up the phone.
The truth is, I wasn't tired. I needed to get to work on outlining what I needed from her. I spent the majority of the night typing up a summary of the training session. At certain points, I paused, helping myself to a cigarette.
I remember thinking, "Should I ask this from her? Maybe she won't be into this."
I decided to press on. I listed everything we would be going over that evening: How to orally please me, leash training and different commands, toilet training. My requirement that she will be expected to be naked at all times upon entry to my apartment. Punishments and corrective measures that I will have to take if she needs them.
Most importantly, I included a mission statement I wrote for her to read and memorize and recite on cue.
At the end of the email, I concluded, "And at all times when in my apartment, you are to address me as Master."
I clicked send.
When I arrived at work the next day, I was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her. My cock was hard all day long, filled with anticipation.
I thought, "I wonder how she'll react when she sees me, will she talk to me at the end of my shift?"
The work day concluded and as I punched out of work, Ashley taps me on the shoulder and says, "Would you like to walk home together?"
I happily replied, "Sure".
We started off down the street talking about the work day. She talked confidently, telling me how she kicked a drunk patron out of the bar. She took on a much more assertive demeanor around me then I ever had seen.
Once we walked far enough from the restaurant, she said, "So... I read your email and I am excited about this weekend. Do you want to come over my place tonight?"
I replied, "That's great! I am happy for you. But, I am not interested in meeting tonight, we are meeting in two days, this Sunday, at 9pm. Correct?"
She affirms, "Yes, absolutely! My apology, I didn't mean to cross a boundary."
I said, "We can talk about it on Sunday. This is my street, excited to see you this weekend!"
We gave each other a hug. I could feel her perky breasts underneath her clothes and the scent of lilacs, the perfume she was wearing. We parted ways.
Sunday arrives and what seemed to have only been two days since I saw Ashley felt like two months. I was excited to put it mildly. My cock was hard since I woke up that morning. I made sure not to masturbate, making sure I had enough for our time together.
That afternoon I picked out my outfit I would be wearing - a black pair of dress pants with a black long-sleeved shirt, perfectly clean and wrinkle free.
I placed my bamboo crop in the corner of my spacious living room. I made it myself, painting it black - picking bamboo since it is so light and easy to swing. Also, I placed my red-collared, bright metal-chained leash on the coffee table along with a marker. I bought a nice doggie bed for her to lay on and placed it in the corner of my living room. My last item was a dog bowl with some water. Surely she might get thirsty.
9 o'clock arrived and I hear a knock on the door. I walk down the private stairs that lead up to my apartment and there's Ashley, smiling and saying with confidence, "Hello Mark!"
I smile and say, "Hey Ashley, come on in!"
We walk up the stairs to my second floor apartment and exchange informal chit chat about work.
"You know, that guy at the bar was a real asshole the other night", she says, while walking up the stairs.
I reply, "Yes, but you held your own, that's all that matters".
She laughs loudly. Maintaining her confidence and wit.
We get to my living room and she glances around, seeing the items I have placed about the apartment.
She giggles and asks, "What's this?" pointing to the leash.
I reply, "That's yours! Remember?"
She giggles again, but this time, nervously. I can see her realizing that I wasn't kidding.
I wasn't fucking around.
She looks around some more, and after a solid pause, I ask her, "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she says.
I firmly reply, "You are suppose to be doing something right now. Don't you remember?"
She slowly puts her purse on the floor and begins taking her coat off. Her voice changes, becoming more downtrodden and apprehensive.
She softly says, "Yes."
"Then what's taking so long?" I reply assertively.
She slowly begins unbuttoning her purple collared blouse, revealing her black bra. All the while shifting her eyes between her blouse and my general direction. She isn't smiling, she isn't frowning either.
I can tell she is becoming embarrassed and insecure. My cock swells in my pants. I don't hide my erection. I want her to see how large my cock is getting in my pants. I want her to know that I am taking control.
"Can we hurry it up here? Come on, come on, let's go!" I mildly exclaim.
At the sound of my voice, her body lets out a quick jump, and then she promptly begins to take her bra off, while unbuckling her jeans.
"I feel like I'm a little overweight, so that's why I'm apprehensive."
I gently replied, "Don't worry, I'll be the judge of that.'
She takes her jeans and underwear off together, revealing red, trimmed pubic hair, and a fair-skinned pussy.
Once she took the final item of clothing off, her socks, she stood up folding her arms over her breasts, obstructing my view.
I say, "Look at me."
She looks down at my feet.
I repeat louder, "Look at me."
She finally looks directly into my eyes.
"Put your arms at your side" I say.
She slowly puts her arms by her side, eventually breaking eye contact with me and looking at the ground.
I exclaim, "Good girl! See, now was that so hard?"
She continues to stare at the ground.
I begin walking around her, with crop in hand, clinically observing her naked body. She remains quiet looking down. Her breasts were large, with medium sized, puffy, pink nipples. I place the end of my crop underneath one of her breasts and press up to see underneath. I was pleased.
I approach her, still quiet, and continue examining her breasts with my hands, gently squeezing them in my hands. I bend down, and begin licking her breasts.
She begins to moan a bit, and I immediately stop, fold my arms, and say, "Look at me."
"Did I say you could moan?" I calmly, but firmly say.
She plainly replies, "No."
I say, "No... what?"
She replies, "No, Master."
I happily reply, "Good girl!"
She faintly smiles, and I continue my examination.
I finish licking her nipples. Then, I began to grab her ass, very lightly, and run my hands all over her back, then back down her legs.
I said, "You have a very beautiful body."
She didn't reply, still looking down.
I stepped back from her, and said, "Look at me."
She looks over. I put my hands on my hips and I say, "Look at my crotch, my cock is hard, and it's because you have a beautiful body, and you're being a good girl. What does a good girl say?"
She dryly replies, "Thank you, Master."
I say, "Now try that again, but smile when you say it."
She mildly smiles and repeats, "Thank you, Master."
Then I direct her on her first command.
"Okay, so now what I need you to do is learn how to 'present'. This is important, because I need to examine your pussy, and I want to be able to view your pussy by simply saying 'present'.
Get on your hands and knees, and raise your ass in the air, push your hips out, so I can see your pussy."
She looks at me, embarrassed once more, but acting much quicker on the command than before. She gets on her hands and knees and puts her ass in the air, somewhat high.
I say, "Be a good girl and raise that ass up higher."
She does, and I exclaim, "Good girl!! Are you ready for your treat now?"
She somewhat smiles and says, "Yes, Master"
I kneel down next to her. I work my hands gently over her ass, and tease her, lightly rubbing the inside of her thighs. She quivers, anticipating what I am about to do next. I begin rubbing the outside of her pussy from behind her legs. I take my time. I nicely tell her, "You can vocalize if you'd like."
She begins moaning as I place my finger inside her. Gradually, she gets louder, uttering "Yes, yes, oh, thank you master, yes". She begins acting more primal, more of the whore she really wants to be for me.
All of this time, I have been totally clothed.
She begins to approach her climax, and then I immediately stop pleasuring her. I stand up, and walk in front of her, and she looks up at me, with her ass in the air. Her body language and face express a desire for more.
I say, "Now it is time for you to see the object that you are here to please. It is something that commands your total respect and service. Look at my crotch."
"Yes, Master" she says genuinely, staring at my fly.
I slowly begin to unzip my pants, and I delicately present to her my 8-inch, hard cock, with my balls hanging out of my pants, and place my hands at my waist.
"Now, until I tell you otherwise, I want you to keep total eye contact with my cock. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Good girl. Now, you need to understand my cock is much different than other men's. It has complicated needs. It's a privilege that you get to see it, and eventually please it. Today I am going to show you how to orally service my cock, among other things. Are you prepared to please my cock?"
She obediently says, "Yes Master Yes".
"Alright. Now it is time for you to profess your dedication. You were instructed to memorize your mission statement as a precondition for your training, are you prepared to profess?"
Still staring, fixated on my hard cock, she says, "Yes Master, I am ready to profess."
"Then start" I tell her.
With her ass still raised in the air, her pussy protruding from behind her legs, her breasts dangling towards the ground, and her eyes looking reverently and respectfully at my hard cock, she says:
"I believe absolutely, and totally, with my body and my mind, in humbly worshipping Your Cock as my god. All of my sexual needs are secondary to Your Cock. I will always respect Your Cock without question. I will always eat Your Cock's cum without question - unless told otherwise.
I am here to be used, degraded, and treated like the dirty whore that I am in order to satisfy Your Cock. I do this willingly and eagerly. I seek to learn more about myself through service to You, and will do so happily."
My cock begins to throb and firmly point upwards in the air. I can feel a rush of lust and anger course through my body. Still standing with my hands at my waist, I say
"Get on your knees, keep your hands at your side."
She does so nervously. I walk towards her slowly until I arrive directly in front of her face. I maneuver the base of my cock onto her face and place it at her closed mouth, my balls hanging over her chin. She begins to look down again. I say,
"Look at me in the eyes".
She looks up at me with a blank expression. She can't believe what just happened. Just before we were regular co-workers, flirting every once in a while. Now she is acting like a mindless whore. I wait a few seconds, and I say
"I want you to taste my cock. Put my whole cock in your mouth."
She immediately does so, slowly, still looking up at me. As she gradually places my cock in her mouth, I begin to feel the power I have over her. I decide pause, look up, and enjoy my power over her.
Then, she begins to rock her head back and forth, sucking my cock.
I become enraged. I did not instruct her to suck my cock, merely taste it. I immediately take the back of her head, slowly and forcefully shove my whole cock down her throat, remove it. As my cock exits her mouth, a string of saliva trails off the tip of my cock. I bring her head close to my face, and quietly yell
"I told you to TASTE my cock, not SUCK my cock. Dirty whores are good listeners. Why won't you be a good listener?"
Surprised at my first show of force, coughing, she begins to say, "I'm.. I'm so sorry Master, I.."
I slap her across the face. "Bad girl, bad girl!" I say. She gasps, and I grab her hair and force her head towards my cock with my right hand. I begin repeatedly slapping her across the face with my cock using my left hand. All the while, I say
"Repeat after me: I'm a dirty little whore."
She replies, "I'm a dirty little whore."
I say, "Fucking look at me whore. Say it again, over and over."
She repeats, "I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore, I'm a dirty little whore.."
I continue to slap her face with my cock as hard as I can. She flinches a bit, but I grip her head firmly in place by her hair. She looks bewildered and humiliated. I can see she is becoming distraught.
I step back and place my hands at my side, proudly presenting my cock in the air. She, still on her knees, her face a bit red, either from my cock slapping her, embarrassment, or both, composes herself. I say,
"Do you see what happens when you disrespect my cock?"
She say, "Yes Master".
I say, "Well how am I going to give you your treat if you don't respect my cock?"
"I'm so sorry Master. I will work harder now."
"I know you will" I replied.
While she's still kneeling, I walk over to her, and place my balls on her closed mouth. My cock, laying across the right side of her face, is partially obstructing her view from her right eye. I say,
"Now, it is time to taste my balls. Open your mouth and place them there until I give you further instructions."
She does so, wrapping her lips around them. I wait longer this time, finally reasserting my dominance. I begin to feel saliva collecting inside her mouth. She does a good job, not sucking. I say,
"See! You're being a good whore now. This is what good whores do!"
She remains dedicated to the position, her face staying in place underneath my cock. I wait a little longer, and remove my saliva soaked balls.
I stay close to her, with my cock close to her face. I say,
"OK, good girl! Now it is time for a treat. Are you ready?"
"Oh yes Master, yes."
"Alright, it is time for you to orally service me. Do you have any thoughts on how I would like my cock pleased?"
She asks, "Do you like your cock sucked cleanly, or do you enjoy it sloppy?"
I was very pleased by this question. She being only 19, I didn't think she would understand the different ways of pleasing a cock. It became obvious to me she had been trained as a mindless whore before.
I replied excitedly, "Make it sloppy, I enjoy seeing saliva drip out of your mouth and onto your breasts. I also want you to try your hardest to put all of my cock in your mouth. And when I cum for the first time this evening, you must open your mouth, and look directly at me, swallow my seed, and say "Thank you Master"."
I added, "Now, get on all fours and come with me to this mirror and get back on your knees. I want you to know how you look when you are pleasing me well".
She agrees, saying, "Yes Master". She crawls over to the mirror, gets on her knees.
I say, "Begin" and she says, "Of course, Master" and she immediately begins sucking my cock.
She was enthusiastic, glancing at herself in the mirror. She made a quick, repetitive motion with her head. I could tell she was excited to finally have the freedom to please me with more freedom. She also used her tongue for a moment, licking my cock like a dog. At times, she made slurping sounds. She never wiped the saliva off of her mouth.
Every so often, I would infantilize her, saying "What a good girl! This is what good girls do!"
Then it finally became time for my first ejaculation. I prepared myself not to utter a groan. But rather, affirm her nicely while I cum for the first time. It's important that she has positive reinforcement the first time around. I want her to do this often, and I want her to have a positive memory of tasting my seed.
I say, "Alright Ashley, it's time for you to receive your next treat! Are you ready?"
She says in a muffled voice, still devotedly worshipping my cock, "Yes Master, Yes!"
I grab the back of her head by the hair, snap her head back. She immediately opens her mouth. I begin rubbing my own cock, pointing it towards her mouth. I say plainly in a direct tone,
"You've been such a good girl. Good cock sluts eat and enjoy cum. Can you smile for me? Are you ready?"
She smiles nervously and says, "Yes Master."
At the sound of her voice I begin to cum. I grab her hair tighter and hold her head firmer into place. I had been hard all day and the volume of cum my body had stored up was unusually large. The first stream shot directly into the back of her mouth. She flinched a bit, surprised at the force in which it left my body. The next few streams landed nicely in her mouth. She was overall comfortable with my cum. I can tell she'd done this before. After I finished, I said
"Let me see my cum in your mouth."
She opened her mouth wider so I could see. It was a huge load. Then I said,
"What do good girls do with cum?"
She looked at me, my cock still hard, my hand still holding her head in place close to my cock. She swallows and says,
"Swallow Master".
And I say, "Good girl! Good good girl!"
*to be continued*
