Girlfriend Makes Me An Ass Slave – Part 1

Hi ISS readers, how are you? This is my first story here. I wasn’t even ready to share this story.

I have never shared this aspect of my life with anyone before, but given the anonymity that ISS affords, I finally decided to tell you my story. I don’t think many of you will like it. From what I understood after reading ISS, most people prefer common everyday sex, sometimes violent, rather than something out of the ordinary.

But then who am I to be the judge.

I live in Kochi, Kerala. This story is from the time when I was with my first girlfriend. I was an ordinary guy with a normal outlook towards everything in life. When she was done with me, I transformed into something else. I am still ordinary but gifted with an uncommon fetish that rules my being and sense of self.

For better or worse, my first girlfriend turned me into her ass slut – depraved, horny and with a single thought in his head, who would do anything to get a whiff of her divine butt.

Let’s call my first girlfriend “Mistress” because that is her name. At least that was what I was allowed to address her as and even though she has disappeared from my life, I would adhere to her every command.

I am 26, male and never have been well-built my entire life. The poof of my unattractiveness comes from the fact that I have never been approached by girls. I am shy and under-confident. That coupled with the fact that the only girl I ever proposed to rejected me outright.

Throughout school and college, I was always alone, aloof and stranded. That’s probably the reason she picked me. I thought she was in love with me and thanked my stars. But that wasn’t to be.

But I am getting way ahead of myself. I would rather give a proper introduction and start from the very beginning.

I completed studies and got placed in Bangalore (Bengaluru now). It was my first day at the office and “she” was my colleague. She cannot be called a show-stopper. She wasn’t by any stretch of imagination the most beautiful girl in the office either. But what she was, was my antithesis.

While I lacked confidence, she sparked confidence. She called a spade a spade and had a counter to every argument. She was meticulous at work and presented it with the swag of a creator. I would break down if someone grilled me too hard. Needless to say, I was hooked from Day 1.

As hours day turned to days in the office cubicle, our hearts tugged at each other, or so I thought.

It was the luckiest day of my life when she came over and asked me out. A simple coffee nothing much, where we got to know each others’ families and how we came to be in this company, likes and dislikes.

We kept meeting. Sometimes in office parties and at other times through the demands that work laid on us. Finally one day, she invited me home where we ended up having sex with me losing my virginity to her.

I am sure it wasn’t her first. She was a total badass in the bed, prodding and screaming for more. Imagine a trained commando but in sex instead of fight. We went on for as much as I could hold since I only had experience watching a few videos now and then. Despite my embarrassing attempts, she didn’t poke fun then.

She invited me home many more times and I came running like a dog after a juicy piece of meat. Eventually, she asked me to move in with her. I happily went after her.

We had the same vanilla sex regularly. Perhaps I got better. I wouldn’t know.

And one lazy Sunday morning, she asked me if I loved her.

I said, yes. (Of course, I did).

She: If you love me you will have to show it, prove it to me.

Me: Ok, but how?

She: I won’t reveal the details today but make me a promise that if you love me, you will do everything that I ask you to.

Me: I promise.

I mindlessly muttered that even without knowing what the ask would be.

While in the office, she texted me, “When you reach home, there will be a blindfold on the bed. First strip down entirely and then wear the blindfold over your eyes and wait for me. Don’t speak to me here. You promised.”

I was surprised to see such a message from her. All day I thought of it, but couldn’t question her choice or decision. I had made a promise.

I went home, stripped down and as my last piece of clothing left my body, wore the blindfold and waited in darkness for her. We both arrive together but not today. It should have been an hour or so which is when I heard the key enter the door and it opened and then shut. My girlfriend had come or so I guessed. The perfume confirmed her presence.

She: So, you do love me.
Me: Now what?

She: Sh… sh.

I could hear her place her bag down, going to the bathroom, getting refreshed, even having a bath, make a tea and come back. All of this was making me impatient and I wanted to return to my dignity. I thought it would be some hot sex but something wasn’t right. I didn’t know what to ask so,

Me: What do you want me to do?
She: Nothing, just stay there.

Me: I don’t want to sit any longer. This wait is killing me. I am going to get something to eat.

“No”, she barked. “Get down on your knees”.

With the sudden change in manner and voice, I was clueless on what to do. So I decided to do what she ordered me to. I knelt and stayed put.

She: Now remove your blindfold.

Finally! I thought to myself.

My girlfriend stood there with no panties underneath, though her breasts were hidden inside a top she wears at home. The sight was delightful and something I was used to. She always made sure she was shaved down there. It was a delight to see the smooth fair skin and undulating mounds that would make any man fall on his knees.

She: You love me, right?
Me: Yes.

Saying so, my girlfriend turned around revealing her butts. I was never an ass man. But boy, didn’t those look wonderful. Those sets of twins. A perfect pair.

She: Do you like what you see?
Me: Yes.
She: Come forward and lick my asshole.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Of all the months we had been together, I had never ventured down there. Yes, I did hold her ass when we fucked each other and glanced at it from time to time but licking down there – that wasn’t me. I was repulsed by the idea. What sane man would do that?

Me: I won’t. You can’t make me.

She: Of course. I can’t make you. You will have to want it. And licking my ass is proof that you love me.

Me: I do love you but I can’t do that. It’s dirty and smelly.

She: If you love me, you will have to love every inch of me. Also, I just bathed. It’s clean.

My girlfriend came forward and my lips were inches to hers. She had parted her “butt cheeks” for me. And she waited. I could watch her asshole. The dark skin surrounding it. I could also see a black mole on her but cheek.

Standing this near, I could smell it. An earthy feminine musk emanated which surprisingly to me felt inviting. I would have never thought that in other circumstances but love was at stake.

It seemed like to lick her there was something forbidden, a request no girl would ask a man, much less demand. It felt demeaning. It felt like the first sin. It felt that I was going to commit a crime.

My heart was pounding furiously within me. Something so out of reach, so degraded but all the more inviting, delicious and desirable, now that I am so close.

How could I lick there and how could I not. Would this act of mine show that I loved her beyond anything? What if I just placed my tongue, licked it once and left? Would that be enough? Would the taste be so bad?

Involuntarily, I met a point where free will stopped existing and the rational mind didn’t want to work. I think, recalling back, that was the moment I became her slave. And knowing that fully, I would do it all over again.

I brought out my tongue and licked her like someone licks an ice-cream of a flavor he hasn’t tasted before – tentatively, not knowing what to expect but expectant nonetheless. It was more the sensation rather than the taste which I wouldn’t describe anything more than musky.

I did it again and once more until my senses reigned in my tongue. But I think it was more of my girlfriend’s voice which said: So, you do like it, huh?

Me: I don’t think so.

And I proceeded to lick her again. I kept going until she moved away.

She: Come to bed.

I did, after her.

She lay there spread-eagle on her belly. I parted those cheeks with my hands.

She: This time softly. I am not going anywhere.

Now the only thing I wanted to do was obey her. I licked her slowly, circling her anal ring. It was dark and harder than the rest of the region.

I spread the cheeks more and inserted my warm wet tongue inside her asshole not knowing what to expect and whether she would like it. She moaned and I kept going.

It was nothing more in taste than before. I tongue-fucked my girlfriend. Then moved back outside and kissed and licked her ass cheeks as delicately as I could going their full width and breadth.

My tongue met the outside of her asshole again and I kept licking her up and down. I don’t know how much time elapsed until she asked me to stop.

She then asked to go freshen up and mindlessly, I did.

This is the end of the first part. If you want me to share the second part, mail me and tell me how you like the story.

Any ladies, aunties, girls want to chat with me please feel free to do so. I would love to make love to your divine beautiful asses.

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(Don’t send me questions regarding the identity of the women in my stories, I won’t share)