Serving a Beautiful Young Domme - Part 10

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Some domme/sub dynamics aren't entirely healthy. The question is, can Milo - the narrator of our story - realize that he needs a better dynamic than the one he has with Chloe before he follows his lust into oblivion. Perhaps, though, he'll choose Kara, the redhead who actually likes him and has discovered a kinky side of her own thanks to Milo.

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My throat was sore. My ass hurt a little. My face was covered in a thin layer of dried cum and pussy juice. I was on my way to my cabin for one more night of sleep at our summer camp location.

The shoot had ended that day and we'd partied well into the night in celebration. Chloe took me to her cabin afterwards, doing so in front of Kara and with something of a wicked smile on her face as she asserted her ownership over me. Russ and Grady joined us. I serviced everyone. I watched Chloe and her on-set boyfriend fuck. I got fucked by Russ while watching. I ate pussy. I sucked cock. I swallowed cum. I took a load on the face. I followed every command that Chloe issued and spent several hours in a blissful submissive mindset as a result.

Then I was dispatched back to my cabin to get a good night's rest before we all departed in the morning. I wasn't even halfway there when Kara appeared out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere. I was still feeling the effects of the drinks I'd had and the unrelenting sense of submissive pleasure so it just seemed that she came out of nowhere.

"Good night?" she asked.

I nodded, unable to discern her intentions, though I'll admit that I expected her to inform me that our relationship was over, that it had only been an ‘on the shoot’ thing and that she wanted to be with someone a lot closer to normal.

"I wanted you tonight," she said. "I wanted to celebrate the end of the shoot by having sex with you. Multiple times, if you were up for it."

"That would have been nice."

Kara smiled and her eyes seemed to sparkle for just a moment. The noise of crickets seemed to surround us and I thought to myself that I'd miss that sound once we were back in Los Angeles.

"Chloe has a hold on you, doesn't she?" Kara asked.

I nodded.

"Because she gives you the thing you crave more than any other."

"Yes."

Kara studied me for a few seconds and then stepped closer and took my hand. "You wrote a movie for her. You sucked cock for her."

"I got fucked for her," I added.

"Did you get fucked tonight?"

"I did."

Kara grabbed my cock and balls through my pants and squeezed, though not hard enough to cause alarm. "Did you get to cum tonight?"

"No."

"And if I offered to get on my knees and suck your cock right here, would you want that?"

"Yes."

"And you'd enjoy fucking me?"

I nodded.

"But what you do for Chloe...you find greater pleasure in that than you would in fucking me?"

"I know it's crazy, but I do."

She held a finger against my lips as if to shush me. "It's not crazy, Milo. It's just who you are and there's nothing wrong with that."

Kara kissed me in a manner designed to arouse. Her tongue was active. Her hands moved over my body. I let my hands wander and she offered no resistance, moaning into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and squeezed hard. When she stepped back I had an erection and my body was awash in desire, as tends to happen after a night of unbridled arousal.

"I've been thinking about if I want a relationship with you after this, Milo," she said. "Was this just a fling? Is there a real connection here? I'll admit that I thought that being with a man that needs what you need would be impossible."

It wasn't that long ago that I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted or needed out of a relationship. Then I met Chloe and it all seemed so clear. I needed to be dominated. I needed to be submissive and even subservient. I needed a woman with a kinky mind and dominant desires to put her needs first and to expect me to cater to her needs no matter the cost. I was well aware that my emerging needs weren't a match with most women, though.

"But," Kara continued, "then I thought about how much I enjoyed you going down on me after my boyfriend had fucked me. How much it turned me on to see you between my legs with your tongue inside my pussy. My very, very messy pussy. How much it turned me on to know that you were eating his cum out of me and that you were turned on by it. I think, in fact, that the last part might have been the most exciting. You were all hot and bothered to be eating someone else's load out of me. It's kind of crazy, but it was hot to me, Milo. It turned me on. It made me cum harder."

She stroked me through my pants and smiled. I moaned as I wondered where the conversation was headed.

"I don't think I have it in me to be quite as selfish as Chloe is - I just don't work like that - but I can absolutely be kinky and dominant, Milo. I can be demanding. I can make you serve me. I can deny you. I can make you write scripts for me. If the opportunity comes up I can even make you suck cock for me."

Kara liked me. I'd known that from our first date. I'm not sure the same can be said for Chloe, who might have seen me as a means to an end more than anything else. The question that was running through my mind - alongside all kinds of arousal - was if I found actual pleasure in being nothing more than a means to an end to a woman, if that existence as a pure submissive tool was what I craved.

I kissed Kara as that question danced through my head. She kissed me back. She moaned. Her body was pressed against mine. I felt her desire as I'm sure she felt mine.

"What kind of part would you want to play?" I asked.

Kara looked confused. "What?"

I laughed. "If I was going to write you a movie, what kind of movie would you want it to be? Horror? Romance? Low budget action? Indie drama? I can't say that I'd write a good version of all or any of those kinds of movies, but I'm a decent writer and I'm pretty sure I could pull off a good version of just about anything you want to play."

"A romantic comedy," she said. "But a little edgier than usual. No one's going to give millions to fund a romcom with me as the lead, but an indie version that's funny and sexy - and maybe straight up hot with some good sex scenes - stands a real chance at being something. Plus, I mean, I could be wrong, but I feel like I have the goods to be a romcom lead."

"You do," I agreed. "Beautiful but still approachable. Funny. Charming."

"Fuckable?"

I nodded. She was still playing with my dick through my pants so she absolutely knew that I wanted to fuck her.

"Do you want me, Milo?"

"Yes."

"You want to feel my pussy around this stiff cock of yours?"

The more she stroked my cock and talked about sex, the more I wanted it. I'm still a man, after all, and there are basic desires that are hard to ignore, especially when a beautiful girl is pleasuring your dick.

"I have an idea," she said. "My cabin mates have already left. I'm going to take you there. I'm going to take you into my bed. I'm going to give you my pussy. I'm going to let experience how good it feels to fuck me. I'm going to make you feel incredible pleasure for a long time. I'm going to let you cum inside me. I'm going to show you what it's like to be mine instead of Chloe's."

"That sounds amazing."

"There's a catch," she said with a smile. "You don't get to have my pussy again until you've finished writing me a movie. You get to have it once and then you get to spend months dreaming about having it again. And, since I'm not about to go months without getting any dick, I'm going stay with my boyfriend. I'm going to keep fucking him. I'm going to make sure you know about it every time he fucks me and I'm going to make you clean my messy cunt as often as I can. Hell, I might even find a few other guys to fuck. Sex is fun, after all, and if a guy blows his load in a condom, well then, it's even easier to make you clean it."

She was weaving a spell over me and she'd skillfully placed a very attractive prize at the end of the task she'd assigned me.

"Does that sound good to you, Milo?"

I nodded. Kara kissed me and led me to her cabin. Then she blew my mind with a night of sex so good that all other thoughts departed my mind.

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Four months later, I was in Kara's living room with my feet on her coffee table and my laptop across my thighs. I was supposed to be writing a sex scene but I wasn't really sure how to do it, so I'd found a handful of scripts for movies featuring sex scenes and I was busy reading. Or I was supposed to be busy reading. It was hard, though, because Kara was in her bedroom getting fucked.

The door was shut, but they were being loud. She was moaning. He was moaning. Her bed frame was squeaky, too, and it acted as a rhythmic soundtrack that let me know exactly how fast the guy inside her was thrusting.

Kara was still with her boyfriend - I hadn't finished the script - but the guy fucking her was someone different. She'd met him a month ago while filming a small part on a Netflix show. He was a camera operator, though he was good looking enough to be an actor. She'd given him her number on her lone filming day on the show and they'd met up for drinks and fucked a few nights later. The sex was good enough that they continued fucking all through the month.

Three weeks into their relationship Kara invited him to her place to fuck but mentioned that I'd be there writing in the living room. The guy didn't care one bit. Kara introduced me as he came in, we shook hands, and then she took him to her bedroom and they fucked on and off for an hour. Kara walked him out and then had me join her in the bedroom where she fed me his cum out of two condoms while stroking my cock and encouraging me to finish the script so I could once again enjoy her tight, wet pussy.

It wasn't the first time I'd listened to Kara getting fucked. In fact, she'd fully embraced the idea of turning me into a cuck, as she referred to it. Two weeks after we got back from the shoot I got a phone call and she quickly explained that I was going to listen to her having sex with her boyfriend as I drove to her place. I got in the car and listened through my speakers as she had wild, aggressive sex filled with moans, dirty talk, and a cumshot inside her.  I parked, waited outside, and then her boyfriend left and Kara told me to come and clean her. I was between her legs not long after, my tongue lapping at her messy pussy as she encouraged me to write a good script so that I'd be allowed to fuck her and cum inside her again.

Kara took a page out of Chloe's book and began having me do errands for her while she was getting fucked. I'd take her clothes to the dry cleaner right before a guy showed up to satisfy her. She'd sometimes have me put in my Airpods so I could listen to her having sex while I was out in the world doing stuff for her. I ended up having to change my style of underwear to something much tighter so that my erections - which were commonplace since I wasn't cumming very often - wouldn't be visible.

In case you're wondering, I was also serving Chloe during this time. I did chores and errands for her. I pleasured Russ from time to time as we were working on the sequel. I consumed the cum of some of the men Chloe was fucking. I drove her to auditions.

Despite the activities being similar, the most significant difference between the two women I served was in their style. Chloe really did see me as a servant, as someone beneath her who was privileged to serve her needs and to put his own aside in the name of serving her (I know it might sound crazy that I enjoyed being treated that way, but I really did. And yes, I know it’s kind of messed up)

 Kara was cucking me, but she was doing so because she knew I liked it, because she liked having me around, because she liked me and wanted me to experience what I craved. Subtle in practice, but over time it became clear that being with Kara was the right choice and perhaps the only choice that made any sense, as dedicating myself to Chloe would eventually drain me of my life force and leave me a dried out husk of a man (dramatic, yes, but not far from the truth).

Now, back to me in Kara's living room, trying to read scripts and struggling to do anything other than listen to her have sex with another man. I must have read the same scene half a dozen times while absorbing nothing.

Eventually Kara escorted her new lover out of the apartment. I expected she'd call me to her bedroom, but instead she joined me on the couch. She had on a satin robe that was loosely tied around her waist, showing off plenty of cleavage. Her chest was flushed red and her hair messy in the way a woman's hair gets messy when she's spent a lot of time on her back.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked.

"Scripts with sex scenes. I've never written one before and I'm not sure how lurid it's supposed to be. Should I just write that there's going to be a sex scene and leave out any in depth descriptions, or should I go into detail about where hands are moving, positions, climaxes, etc?"

Kara smiled and took my hand in hers. "I like that you're working so hard on this, especially when you're busy writing a movie for Chloe."

"It's worth it," I said.

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips moved to my neck and I closed my eyes as Kara kissed me in the softest, most erotic manner, almost instantly restoring my erection.

"The scene should be slightly arousing to read," she whispered. "Sexy, though. Not pornographic. It should be clear that this is an indie film and that we're trying to further the story with the sex, that we're trying to show how deeply connected the couple is. It should be hot enough that the audience feels genuinely crestfallen when things go to shit at the end of the second act."

I turned my head and stared at her lips. I leaned in to kiss her.

"I sucked his cock," she said before chuckling. "Though that doesn't bother you, does it? You've sucked plenty of dick. Why would you care if I've sucked dick before you kiss me?"

I smiled and kissed her. She was teasing. She was keeping me in the mindset of a cuck. She was stroking my cock as we kissed, too, and she moaned into my mouth like she was seriously turned on.

"I wish you were finished with the script, Milo. I've gotten kind of obsessed with the idea of having you fuck me after I've been with someone else. I have a feeling that you're not going to measure up, that you're going to prove to be an inferior lover to the men I've had since the shoot ended. I have a feeling that you might actually be a cuck, that it might be your destiny to spend most of your erotic time watching or listening to someone else fuck me, that you might be destined to spend more time cleaning my pussy than you do fucking it."

Though part of my brain wanted to object, the arousal I felt and the remarkable stiffness of my dick was proof that Kara had tapped into a potent kind of desire that couldn't be accessed with a woman like Chloe who was more into merely using me as a servant.

"I like being your cuck, Kara," I said. "I...I love it, in fact. I think about it all the time. I...I just really like it."

"More than you like serving Chloe?" she asked.

I nodded.

"That's good, because I've reached a point where I'm not willing to share you anymore, Milo. You can finish the script for her, of course, but after that you need to be done with her. You need to devote yourself to me, to being my cuck. To writing scripts for me. To doing errands for me. To worshiping my body. To treating me like I'm the most important person in your life. Like I'm your queen. Like my needs and desires are more important than anyone else's. I want your devotion, Milo, and I want to be the only woman who has your devotion."

Kara kissed me before I could respond, perhaps as a way of reminding me that my devotion to her would be rewarded with intimacy, unlike with Chloe.

"You have my devotion," I said. "You do. I'll finish the script for Chloe and break it off with her. I'm almost done, actually, so when I turn in the draft I'll end things."

Kara's smile was bright and beautiful. "You deserve a reward. Come to my bedroom. I'm going to drizzle my body with his cum and let you lick up every drop like a good cuck. Then you can worship my pussy and make me cum multiple times while you dream of fucking me. Then, once you've satisfied me, we can talk about you moving in with me so we can get more serious about being a couple."

"That would be amazing. You're incredible, Kara. You're everything I want."

"I know, Milo. It just took you some time to realize it. Now you know, though, and you can fully devote yourself to me, to my happiness, to my pleasure, and you can discover the satisfaction of being a good cuck to a woman that loves you."

"I love you too, Kara."

It was the first time we'd said it, but it felt right. It felt so right.

We kissed slowly and deeply. She stroked me a little, pulling me towards the edge of orgasm but not letting me get especially close.

"Oh, and my camera operator friend...I talked to him about having you suck his cock a little before he fucks me. He's up for it. He says he likes fucking me while you're listening and that he thinks he'd enjoy making you suck his dick before he fucks your girlfriend."

My dick got harder. I really was a cuck.

"I think you know me better than anyone ever has, Kara."

She caressed my face. "I do, Milo. Don't forget that. Don't let Chloe warp your mind when you end it with her. Remember that I know you better, that I care for you, that I know that you're destined to be a loving cuck to a dominant woman who will love you in the way you need to be loved."

We headed for her bedroom. She stripped and laid on her back. I drizzled cum all over her body and used my tongue to slowly lick it up. I was hard the entire time. She let me rub my cock over her pussy lips while reminding me of how good it felt to be inside her. She told me that I wouldn't get to fuck her very often as her cuck boyfriend, but that she'd reward me with her pussy when I'd really earned it.

It was an incredible afternoon and I wrote two sex scenes after I'd worshiped Kara and provided her with three orgasms. The writing was pretty good, too, and Kara got turned on enough while reading them that she had me go down on her once more before bed.

I broke it off with Chloe a few weeks later. Unsurprisingly, she acted like it was no big deal and I'm pretty sure that's how she felt. I was just a tool for her, after all. It hurt a little that she didn't seem to care, but it was further proof that being with Kara was the right choice.

The summer camp slasher movie was a hit and the sequel seems likely to be a hit, too.

The romantic comedy got funding - and I didn't have to suck dick to get it - and we're getting ready to shoot. Kara had a hand in casting her co-star and the chemistry is real. She says they won't fuck during the shoot - denying that desire is better for on screen chemistry - but that there's a very good chance she'll be cucking me with him once the shoot is over.

I've got offers to write scripts for real money and I'm mulling over ideas for Kara's next movie. Life is good. I'm a cuck. I'm a screenwriter. I'm a happy man, all because I followed my kinky desires. It wasn't the smoothest path to happiness, but it never is, is it? I mean, the whole point is to enjoy the journey and hope things turn out good when all is said and done.

So far so good for me. I hope your journey is going as well as mine.

The End.