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Subject: {ASSM} My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 1
Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 14:10:05 -0500
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Dear all,

This is my first story ever posted to a NewsGroup. I have written it because
a woman called Karen demanded that I do so. I am not an English native
speaker, so I do apologize beforehand for any errors that might result from
my limited grasp of the English language, and I do apologize for any
misinterpretations this might cause. I hope you will enjoy it.
This is quite a lenghty story, containing several chapters - this is Chapter
1. Comments or suggestions are welcome at mammofile@hotmail.com. The first 4
chapters are already finished, but I value any input you might be willing to
share with me.
Mammofile, 20 March, 2002
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My Slow Descent Into Total Submission - Part 1
By Mammofile

Karen is My Evil Queen, My Mistress, My Dark Angel, My Wife. Karen is 32
years old. She's quite short (5'5"), has auburn hair, very dark brown eyes
(almost black). She's got a beautiful pale face with regular features and a
very nice smile with big white teeth that charm everyone. She's very sweet,
nice and friendly, although her dark eyes can sometimes look hard, hinting
at a supressed cruelty that one might never expect from such a sweet young
woman. She has a gorgeous body, not to skinny but slim, with a perfect ass
and, her greatest asset (and she knows it), a gorgeous set of natural
double-D breasts.

I am the writer, the author of this story, my name is not relevant. I am 35
years old, quite tall (6'6"), quite muscled but not too much and look very
athletic. Since I started loosing my hair, I have millimeter-short dark
brown hair that is starting to turn grey. My eyes are blueish-green with a
dark blue edge. I am pretty well-endowed. My dick measures 10 inches and
it's also very thick. This may seem like a blessing, but to be honest not
all women like it because sometimes it's too big, and it hurts them.
Although I've had loads of girlfriends, I've never been a real ladies man, I
don't really know why. I look more macho than I really am, and since I've
met My Wife Karen, I haven't ever considered being unfaithful to her.

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We are a great couple, Karen, you and me. We have been for a number of
years, and we love each other very much. You see me as the love of your
life, you really think I'm very beautiful and extremely attractive, also to
other women. You know I like to look at other women, and their boobs in
particular, since I always openly tell you about this.

And bit by bit, I don't know why and neither do you, you start growing more
and more jealous, possessive, afraid of loosing me, although I don't give
you anything that might lead you to believe that, I'm very devoted to you,
and faithful. Maybe it's because you regard me as too much of a "god", a
stud or a stallion, maybe it's just because you're so afraid of loosing me,
maybe (probably) it's because your previous partner has cheated on you so
much, maybe... Well, anyway, we don't know why but you start questioning my
love, my devotion, my faithfulness... But you do.

So you decide to test my love and devotion, and to see how far you can go... I
a kinky, vicious and evil way... You decide to see how far you can submit me
to your will, and make sure I'll be yours forever...

Every Saturday night, I go and play tennis with some friends and have a
drink afterwards. On these Saturdays, you decide to make sure I won't even
dream on fucking someone else. On these Saturdays, you drain me, you milk
me... You have me fuck you several times, starting in the early morning. After
two or three times, I have troubles in reaching orgasm. Although my dick
stays hard, so you're still not satisfied that this will do the trick... To
make me cum a third or fourth time, you put a finger in my ass while I'm
fucking you, or when that doesn't work, a small dildo. That's usually enough
to get me off once more, under your degrading words like "what's the matter,
no more cum boy? I guess you can only cum when something's sticking in your
arse, you're not a real man", etc...

I don't want to cum so many times, but I have no choice, since you always
manage to arouse me, to make me WANT to fuck you, even though I DON'T want
to... Cumming so many times obviously affects my condition, and I don't want
to practice sports when I'm feeling tired. But you don't care. And you tell
me you don't care about how lousy I might perform at tennis because of this.
I probably won't be able to reach full erection today, but you know that my
cock can lead to pleasure even when it's not completely rigid, since it's so
big.

So you're still not satisfied that I'm completely incapable of doing
anything else with another woman. And you go one step further, you're going
for a 5th orgasm, by practicing your exceptional cock-sucking skills. You
deep-throat me, you lick my balls, you look me in the eyes, you urge me to
cum, if necessary you once more put a finger or a small dildo in my ass and
yes, I do spurt again. It's afternoon now, a couple of more hours before I
have to leave to tennis.

Because you know that I recuperate quite rapidly, being quite an athlete,
you're still not satisfied. You suck my cock another time, but this time
it's more wanking than actual sucking. You can't call my cock "in erection"
anymore, although it's till quite swollen, but no longer rigid at all... You
masturbate me fiercely, you wank very hard, very rough, like a machine,
whilst telling me, ordering me to cum for you.

I'm begging you not to do this, begging you to let me go, telling you I
really really can't cum anymore, but you know there's still some sperm left
in me...
It takes you some time, you have to change arms several times because they
grow tired, but finally I grunt and my cock once more spurts his sperm.
Well, it's more "flowing out" than actually gushing, and you laugh at me
because of that, calling me weak, and not a real man. You smile devilishly
when my sperm is flowing over your hand, you milk it all out. You squeeze
the last drops out and catch it all in your other hand.

I'm all sweaty, I'm completely off the map, I am completely drained,
completely tired. You tell me that my dick is no good anymore, that no woman
would ever want it, since I can't achieve full erection anymore. You're
making me repeat it, and I comply. You're laughing at the (relatively) small
amount of cum that leaked from my cock.

Step one achieved: making sure I won't ever fuck around, by making me
physically incapable of achieving erection or orgasm tonight.

I have undergone and willingly accepted your sexual attacks, and you're
enjoying this. Even though I didn't want to cum anymore, you realise how
easily you can make me, because you know how to excite me, you know how
turned-on I still become whenever I see you.

You feel so powerful, so much in control, so very dominant and horny. So you
want to find out just how far you can submit me to your sexual prowess... So
you move your sperm-covered hand to my mouth and order me to lick it all
off. In your fantasies, you've often silently wondered if you could ever get
me to do this, expecting me not to do it. But now, on your dominant high,
you order me to do it. And I do it. I suck all my sperm from your hand, lick
your fingers clean, and swallow it all... You hadn't expected it, but you love
it anyway, and it turns you on even more. You degrade me even more by
telling me that I didn't have a full erection, that I'm not a real man, that
I'm a cum-sucker. You order me to tell you that I'm not a real man, that I'm
your cum-sucker, and I do it.

But you know that step two is even more important: making me emotionally
incapable of performing sex with anyone else but you.

In an attempt to brainwash me, you keep telling me what a pitiful amount of
cum leaked out of my cock, you make me repeat everything you say. How I'm no
good to any woman, since I can't get it up properly anymore. You make me say
over and over again that I could never satisfy a woman the way I am now.
Still fondling my limp dick, you laugh at the fact that it's cute, and
completely useless now, it would be an insult to show it to any woman. You
laugh at the fact that I didn't squirt anymore, the sperm just dribbled out.
You make me repeat that I'm not a real man, that I even suck cum and no real
man would ever do that.

I a way you could feel sorry for me, you know you probably should, but your
horniness takes over, your will to control me, to own me completely.

So step three is a logical next step: not that you're (almost) certain that
I'm no longer physically capable of fucking anyone else, now that you're on
your way to make sure that I'll become insecure about my sexuality and
possible attractiveness to other women, you want to make sure that I'll
become totally dependant of you for sexual pleasure.

So you start telling me that you really love me (you do, you mean it), and
that, because of your big profound love for me, you'll make sure that I'm
satisfied sexually. You tell me that - even though I'm in no condition to
please a woman since I'm not a real man - you love me so much that you will
always be there for me, to take care of my needs. You will make sure that I
cum a lot, you'll help me with it, out of love, out of pity. It's a cruel
thing you're doing to me, especially emotionally, and you know that I don't
deserve this, but it's stronger than yourself, and it excites you beyond
imagination.

You tell me that I should be thankful for the fact that you're still willing
to let me fuck you. So I thank you for that. You tell me that you don't
really mind my fucking you, since it's your duty as a loving partner. (You
liar, you love every inch of my cock, you love to swallow my sperm, you love
my big dick in your cunt and your arse, and now you're portraying sex with
me as if it was a favour, a privilege, an act of pity!!).

You further train and brainwash me, you make me repeat it all, over and over
again:
"I'm not a real man, my dick is no good and I don't squirt like a real cock
of a real man is supposed to".
(At this point, I know this is only on Saturdays before tennis, so I don't
take it too seriously, strangely enough, it even turns me on that you're
making me say all this).

"I like to suck and eat my own cum which is something a real man would never
do".
(At this point, I still consider myself to be real man, even though I had
never thought of eating my own cum. I'm wondering if I still really AM a
"real man" now that I've licked my cum from your fingers. It's a bit
confusing... What are you doing to me, my sweet and evil Karen??)

"I can't possibly please any woman since they want what I can't give them"
(I'm wondering whether that is actually true, it certainly is now, this
Saturday! But what about the other days of the week? Would I ever be able to
satisfy another woman? Would any other woman besides you, my sweet Queen,
have pity enough in order to indulge in having sex with me?)

"I am grateful to you, my sweet love, sweet Karen, that you love so much
that you'll actually let me have sex with you that often. I sincerely thank
you very much for each orgasm that you grant me in your presence".

"I thank you, my darling Angel, for allowing me to have sex with you. Your
love for me must be really deep or else you'd never let a man like me ever
enter you". "Indeed Karen, I know you would prefer to be fucked by a real
man, and I appreciate the fact that you don't fuck other, real men, out of
sheer love and devotion to me".
(I'm not just repeating these words you're making me repeat after you, I'm
starting to consider them, starting to believe whether it's actually true,
that all the great sex we have had so far was actually out of pity for me.
In that case, I should be really, really grateful to you. Damn - is the
brainwashing working or what? I'm even a little confused...).
"I like to suck my own cum, I do this to prove my love to you, and to prove
my gratitude to you for letting me cum in your Royal presence".
(Indeed, I do! It's humiliating, it's not manly, but I do like it. I would
never have guessed or imagined that, but apparently you DID! You're so
intelligent, so devious, so cunning! In a way, I admire and love you even
more now!).

You're loving every second of this, this is going much easier than you'd
ever imagined. And then you feel my cock growing again, and you know damn
well that this time, it's NOT because of your physical touch, it's the
situation, the humiliation, it's an erection dictated by my brain (or
yours)! Which means that you could control my brain, and even the sexual
experiences in my head! (It makes you think: oh yes, that's something that
you'll pursue, FOR SURE!!)

"My My", you're saying to me as if I was a little boy caught wanking,
"you're really loving this, aren't you? You want to cum again, don't you?"
Despite the fact that I'm half-dead, despite the fact that I should have
left for tennis 10 minutes ago, I surrender and say "Yes, Mistress,
Please!". (I don't even realise that I've just called you Mistress).
And truly, I'm not saying it to please you, I'm not saying it because I know
that it would (indeed) be useful to fight it, I'm not saying it because I
know that you'll make me come regardless of what I say, want or do, I'm
saying "yes Mistress" because I really want to cum again!
And you know this, you see it in my green eyes you've come to know so
well!!!

In the light of the brainwashing, you tell me that you don't want to make me
cum anymore, you don't want me to fuck you (I couldn't do that because after
three or four orgasms the same day I can't cum any more from just fucking!),
you don't even want to wank me because your arms are tired.
So you tell me to watch your breasts (you're wearing something quite
ordinary, an old sweater, but I see the voliptuous contours of your 38 DD's
quite clearly and that's enough for me, even now) and masturbate while
looking at them.

While I'm wanking, I am made to repeat all the brainwashing stuff you've
thought up, and I repeat them endlessly. You're thinking about how lousy
I'll be at tennis tonight, and because your perverted mind never stops
looking to go further, you come up with one final kinky idea...

You take a tennis ball and press it against my ass, between my sweaty legs,
and you push the tennis ball up a little, so that my cum-drained balls are
lying on it. It's now lodged between my ass cheeks, my legs and my sore
balls.
You tell me to stroke my foreskin back so much that the base of my hand
touches my balls at every downward movement. I comply, still whispering my
lessons like you told me to.

Then you tell me to masturbate harder, so that, every time my hand moves
down, my balls are crushed between my hand and the tennis ball. My balls
hurt, but I comply. You urge me to wank harder, and harder, my hand is
really beating my poor testicles every time.
You order me to beat off even harder, more ferociously, and my balls are
really getting crushed. I comply, of course.

You're asking me in a motherly tone of voice if my poor ballies are hurting,
and I feel my orgasm building. By the time I cum, you've taken another
tennis ball and hold it at the tip of my cock... A fairly large amount of cum
dribbles out, and leaks over the tennis ball...
"That's my boy", you say, "now clean the ball..." I am without will, and when
you push the tennis ball against my lips, I comply. You smear the
cum-stained tennis ball over my face, and my tongue follows your movement,
trying to catch every drop.
You order me to thoroughly lick the ball clean, and at that time I'm happy
that I bought new balls this week, because I also get some hairs in my
mouth.

Now, finally, you're satisfied. For now, that is, because you've still got
lots of other plans, this is just the beginning. You want to see how far you
can take me down this road, and push the limits when you reach the end of
that road!

Then you stand up, and tell me, playfully angry, that I must get up
immediately, since I'm already late for tennis. I get up, stammer towards
the door, and hear you say, like a true loving darling wife, that you want
me to give it my best shot...

I can't but smile, because I feel that I've already given all my best shots
today.
I shout that I'll probably be home early honey, and you smirk when you start
undressing, two fingers already in your dripping cunt...

END OF PART ONE :-(

(My sweet Angelic Queen, there's much, much more to "come", you'll really go
"all the way" in order to make sure that I'll submit completely to you, thus
ensuring you of my eternal love!)

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