Eric, a young and handsome bachelor, was walking home from work when he noticed Whitney, the sexy blonde who lived next door to him. She was tall, striking, and dressed all in black. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her long, blonde hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. “Eric,” she whispered, as he came up to her, “do you trust me?”
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. Her eyes seemed to burn into him, demanding an answer. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Yes,” he managed to croak. “I trust you.” And in that moment, as he looked into her piercing blue eyes, he meant it. He felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, as if he had known her his entire life.
Whitney smiled then, revealing a set of perfect, white teeth. “Good,” she whispered, her voice softening. “Because I want you to trust me.” She stepped back, and Eric felt the weight of her gaze lift from him. “Come with me,” she said, taking his hand. “I want to show you something.”
Together, they walked out of the alley and onto the bustling main street. She led him to the old town square, where a small crowd had gathered around a peculiar-looking contraption. “This,” Whitney continued, “is your new life. I want you to be my submissive. I want you to belong to me, and I promise that if you trust me, if you give yourself over to me completely, I will take care of you. I will make sure you never want for anything.” She took Eric’s hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Eric felt a shiver run down his spine. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. He looked from Whitney’s calm, confident face back to the bound figure in the pillory. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I understand,” he whispered. “I’m ready.”
Whitney’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Good,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Then let’s get started.” She turned to the crowd, raising her voice so that all could hear. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Eric, my new submissive. He has agreed to serve me, to belong to me, body and soul. Tonight, we will celebrate his submission.”
There was a murmur through the crowd, some nodding in approval, others looking on with curiosity or even lust. Eric felt his cheeks flush as he took in the expressions of the people around him. He glanced back at Whitney, who smiled reassuringly at him.
“Come here, Eric,” she said, taking his hand. She led him to the base of the pillory, where a small wooden stool had been placed. As he sat down, she knelt before him, taking his hands in hers. “Tonight,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “I want you to give yourself to me completely. I want you to forget everything you thought you knew about who you were, and embrace this new life I am offering you.”
She stepped forward then, her body pressing against his, and kissed him passionately. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against his own, sent shivers down his spine. When she finally pulled away, she smiled down at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Welcome to your new life, my dear Eric,” she purred. “I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
And with that, she turned and summoned three women from the crowd, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. But as he looked out at the faces watching him, he knew that this was where he belonged. This was his new life, and he was ready to embrace it.
The women helped strip Eric of his clothes and place him in the pillory. One of the women, grabbed his penis, stroking and pulling until it was hard, before placing a machine on it. She strapped the contraption to his waist, he looked at it curiously. It had a tube going from his penis to a large glass container. Eric watched in fascination and trepidation as Whitney and the three women strapped on huge dildos of various sizes and colors. They walked up to Eric and Whitney leaned down and kissed him.
“Well, Eric,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “What do you think?”
He couldn’t help but stare at her glorious body, naked and glistening under the moonlight.. “I think,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “that this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She walked around him, her hands running over his shoulders and down his back. “Good,” she purred. “Because this is only the beginning.” Then, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “From now on, you belong to me. And I promise you, my dear Eric, that I will take care of you.”
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