Chapter 155: I Am So Horny

Chapter 155: I Am So Horny
Chapter 155: I Am So Horny 

Nelson

My master must have told me a thousand times that he had never been so proud of me. His reward came in orgasms so powerful that I didn't even imagine it was possible to experience them. And a very hot threesome with a beautiful dominant at the club. The weeks that followed were filled with good news. The bad guy was sent back to jail and the last test showed for good that I was HIV negative. Lucious's father was sentenced to such a long prison time that he will probably die there. Several universities around the world have sent requests for me to do a conference on the topic of my research. I will accept those I can match with one of my Master's trips. I have found a publisher for the book I intended to write during the next year. All in all, the future looks good.

Considering it's better than a few months ago, that is for sure. When I take a look back, I can't believe how much my life has changed and how much of a better person I am now. Under his controlling dominance, I have been able to get a grip on my addiction. Even without them, I feel safe under his strict guidance. This had helped my mind bloom in a way I would never have believed possible. At the beginning, there was a choice I made, the choice to completely submit to him. That very first time I blew him, when I accepted our week trial then when I signed a contract with him. To think that I was so afraid at that time but how could I accept to surrender all control over my life so easily? I thought I would get brainwashed into some kind of sex slave, instead, I discovered how much I liked having someone micromanage me 

It did not change who I was deep down and let him choose everything even what I wear did not destroy my personality. I can still hold my ground when he is making the wrong decision and I have never felt so truly myself than during these past few months. Bit by bit, I trusted him more and more. I fell in love with him pretty much instantly but the degree of trust that goes with it is nothing compared to the point I trust him now. This, he earned day after day by never giving me any reason to doubt him. I could feel that the power he now holds over my body would be frightening if I didn't know deeply that he would never abuse it. He is after all the reason I got better. I don't diminish the efforts I did to come up all the way but he was the trigger and the motivation factor that pushed me to rebuild myself from the scattered pieces of the mess I had become, like a phoenix rising from his ashes. The man I was a few months ago was weak and pathetic, I still have trouble believing in the man I have become sometimes. But he is a much better person.

Like every night I have spent in this apartment waiting for his return, I am kneeling in the living room, all prepped and in my underwear. My dick already hard with anticipation, like every night, I have spent in this apartment waiting for his return, he will greet me when he comes back and walk towards me with a hungry and horny mouth. Like every night I have spent in this apartment waiting for his return, we will have dinner together and then perhaps just cuddle or make love or have a rough scene in the playroom and I know I will love it either way. Like every night I have spent in this apartment waiting for his return, and I hope all the remaining nights of my life.



“And  this is how we come to the conclusion of the topic.” I ended what is now a well rehearsed speech. I still blush lightly when the crowd applauds loudly, after a few of these lectures I know I will never get used to that.

I just finished a conference in my old university in France on the topic of my research. I have given a lot since the last two months because the article is very nice but the man who wrote it explaining things in real life is much better.

“Do you have any questions?” I asked.

Of course, they do. A lot of them are pretty easy to answer, since they revolve on why I tried this or that and not another approach. But a few of them are actually extremely technical and I have to think extremely hard before carefully resounding them. 

Now that it is over, I will finally be able to join my master. Of course, I didn't travel to France on my own, like he would let me do that or like I would even want to. This is the end of the fashion week in France, so he had to be there for work. True to my promise, I have accompanied him each time he had to travel which happens quite a lot. He made a few adjustments to the company jet, adding a small desk in the office room for me and quite a few kinky accessories in the bedroom. I will meet him directly at the airport where the plane is parked. These past few days have been a bit crazy for him in terms of work and I have barely seen him at the hotel, often going to bed before he was back. I would have waited for him but I had strict orders against that. The only nights I saw him was when we had to attend social events but it was a boring formal black-tie dinner. I can't wait to be alone with him again and to go back to the club.

Let's try to limit the kinky thoughts for later, I tell myself as I get in the car. Yes, even here, he had someone drive me around. Since the events of my kidnapping, I have never gone outside without one or two bodyguards. I try to think of this as proof of how much my overprotective master cares about me so that it doesn't bother me too much. That is one of the lasting aftereffects of my abduction. I know I will never be alone or unwatched anymore. Things have slowly but steadily become great again, the nightmares have completely stopped and I haven't had a panic attack in the last three months so I might be rid of those as well. I am still completely amazed by the fact my master fell in love with someone like me but I don't feel as pathetic and unworthy as I used to. Perhaps, there is a part of me that is lovable in the end, I have worked on the guilt I felt after my abduction by being the best submissive I could for him and that feeling had almost disappeared now.

All in all, those last months have been the best of my life, writing my book, doing a conference, traveling with my master all around the world and going to the club.  Callan is as crazy as ever and I have to do my best to keep us out of trouble. Aaron has almost stopped coming to the club recently since he found a boyfriend outside of the lifestyle. He is trying to add more and more kink to their bedroom before making his love try out bdsm and become a dominant. I miss him dearly, but I have also gained new friends since master Desmond and master Jacob both found submissive that have joined the club. Master Desmond's submoss, has barely been three times at the club for now but he seems like a really nice guy. Gosh, the mere thought of the way master Desmond had him go in the main room with just a white jockstrap and a collar last time they were at the club made me blush but Jayden didn't seem to mind being embarrassed like this.

As Brian, master Jacob submissive. He has been there almost every night since the ruckus that followed his arrival. Even by my standard, the depth of his submission is almost scary, of course he is a masochist but more than his love for pain. The way be bears master Jacob's mental torture is frightening sometimes. I have tried to teach him that it is okay to have some limits and that he should discuss them with his master but we are not quite there yet. 

The ride to the airport takes the best part of fifty minutes with just a bit of traffic while I drown myself in those thoughts. I headed directly to my Master's jet when we arrived. I wondered if we would be alone on the way back since fashion week is such a big event. We had to travel with several of his co-workers on the way here which meant no sex during the flight sadly and there were only quick blowjobs during those last few days. Fuck, I am so horny.