Three Years Later
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Victor hovered the mouse over the most expensive item on Mistress Ruby’s wish list – a beautiful red and black long latex dress that would make her already enticing figure more irresistible than ever. Each curve and contour seemed to call out to him, urging him to surrender to the impulse that had been gnawing at him for a while now.
He could almost envision her slipping into it, the fabric hugging her curves like a lover’s embrace, the shimmer of the latex catching the low light of a candlelit room. It was more than just clothing; it symbolized the uncharted territory of their past, a bridge between what had been and what could be.
Memories flooded back in vivid bursts; her laughter echoing in the small cafe where they’d first met, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief when she shared stories of her hypnotic adventures in the city’s underbelly. She was already intoxicating then, a wild spirit cloaked in mystery, and it didn’t take long for him to fall under her spell.
He served her well for a while, obeying every instruction and accepting her control over his mind and body – but then things ended abruptly, leaving him sad and confused.
Three years had gone by since their last encounter, an agonizing stretch marked by silence and unresolved tension. He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind and all the beautiful triggers that turned his thoughts into jelly. He longed to be her property again and have the honor of calling her Mistress and Goddess. This was the first step to get back into her world, but what if he rejected him? What if she didn’t want to relive the past?
Victor bit his tongue as he stared at the screen, grappling with hope and dread. The weight of his decision pressed down on him, and he was terrified of the consequences. He couldn’t bear the thought of being dismissed like a wistful ghost from a time long gone. The fear twisted in his gut, but somewhere beneath it all, there was still determination to spare.
He couldn’t let her slip away again without trying to bridge the chasm that had grown between them. With trembling fingers, he hesitated before clicking ‘purchase,’ each second stretching into eternity as more visions of her flooded his mind: her mischievous smirk… her gloved fingers touching his forehead… the whispered words that made him cum on command or remain in a limp, deflated state for days and weeks. God, he loved her so much! He had to show her that he still cared and remembered everything they once shared.
With a decisive click, the transaction went through, and Victor clenched his jaw, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. He navigated to the note section, his heart pounding as he began to compose his message. The words poured out of him like a long-buried secret freed from its shackles.
“You are and will always be my dominant. I love you.” Each word was steeped in both sincerity and longing, wrapped in memory and desire. A thrilling chill ran down his spine as he signed it: “Victor.”
The moment was bittersweet; it carried the weight of their shared history and the fragile hope of rekindling something beautiful. He imagined her reaction – would she smile, a flicker of warmth igniting in her eyes? Or would she glance at him with disinterest or disdain? Each scenario played out in his mind with agonizing clarity.
As soon as he hit ‘send,’ a wave of relief washed over him, mixed with uncertainty about what lay ahead. The dress would take a few days to arrive, but even that brief span felt like an eternity while he waited for Mistress Ruby’s response. You don’t always get what you want, but he needed this more than ever. He needed her bright red lips to take control of his existence once again. He curled up in his seat like a baby still in the womb and waited for something – anything! – that gave him solace.
Two days later, the familiar ping of his phone jolted him from half-sleep. Heart pounding, he lunged for it as if it were a lifeline tossed into turbulent seas. The screen illuminated with her name: Mistress Ruby. He read her message and smiled, “Well done, slave. You may remember everything now.”
He blinked, suddenly realizing that the last couple of days had been nothing more than an elaborate hypnotic fantasy. She had played with his memories, making him believe the impossible. He had never stopped being hers.
“Holy shit!” he stared down at his cock which was now erect as if waiting for her commanding hand. As the veil of confusion dissipated from his brain, he texted back, “Am I still your slave?”
“You’ve always been my slave,” she replied with a winking emoji and a spiraling one. “I control you completely, even your memories. Thank you for the gift.”
The second message came with a picture attached. She was wearing the latex dress and pointing at her booted feet as if saying, “Come worship.”
Overwhelmed with joy, Dave kneeled and kissed the floor. He was her slave, an obedient mindfucked toy forever, and the happiest man in the world.
THE END
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