“Rain stops play.”

I gasped with horror as my hands immediately pulled away. “No no no no come on, I was so close,” I whimpered, staring beseechingly at Sir. “Please, that’s not fair...”

He didn’t answer - he simply leaned against the frame of my bedroom door with his arms folded, smirking at me.

Deciding to ignore his stupid smug face, I tried to carry on from where I left off - but my hands could no longer get near my erogenous zones, hovering above them instead. I clutched at the air desperately, trying to break through the forcefields Sir had imposed upon my body. I lifted my bare back from the bed, pressing my shoulders and feet into the duvet, to bring my chest and my pussy closer to my waiting fingers - but they were pushed away as if magnetically repelled.

I clutched at the bedclothes, sobbing with frustration. I was almost there. I’d been lying supine on the bed, stark naked, my fingertips deftly dancing on my clit while my other hand tweaked my nipples. I’d been right on the brink when Sir entered and used what was clearly a new trigger phrase.

It was my own fault in a way, for attracting his attention. I’d started out trying to be quiet, so he wouldn’t overhear and realise what I was doing. Whenever I tried to get any pleasure without his involvement, he quickly got FOMO and inserted himself into the situation - so to speak. Being both ace and evil, this usually involved him interrupting my indulgences to torment me with triggers - hence my efforts to keep the volume down. But after a while I hadn’t been able to contain my ardent sounds, and now I was paying the price.

I found I couldn’t even get myself off using something else - I couldn’t roll over to grind against the bedclothes, and when I went to put a pillow between my legs to hump it, I lost my grip on it every time I tried. Clenching my fists, I pounded and kicked the mattress beneath me in an unashamed tantrum.

“Please, Sir,” I wept, “please, I need it I need it please let me...”

“Beg me properly,” he said simply.

I scrambled upright and knelt on the bed, my head and back bowed in submission to him. “Please, Sir, I beg you, I’ll do anything for you, just please let me touch, let me - let me cum...”

He studied his fingernails as if they fascinated him far more than the naked girl pleading unreservedly to him. “And what will you give me in return?”

“Anything,” I insisted. “Everything. Please, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Still examining his nails, his eyes flicked back to me, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. “All your worldly possessions?”

“Yes. Yes, they’re all yours, take them...”

“You’ll give up your flat and come live with me?”

“Of course, yes, I’ll move in with you - f-fuck...” Though I was still kneeling up, I was bowing down further and further, curling into a foetal position, grasping the duvet below me tighter and tighter in my agonised arousal.

“You’ll give me all your bank details?”

“Yes,” I groaned, screwing my eyes shut. “All my money’s yours, you can have it! Please -!”

“And your phone PIN? Your Instagram password...?”

“2107!” I blurted. “And f-forest 22, question mark! C-capital F, no spaces!”

There was a pause. I hauled myself upright again and glanced across at Sir, who stared at me in astonishment.

“Wow,” he laughed. “I can’t believe you actually told me! All that just so you can touch yourself? Incredible. What a stupid little slut you are.”

“Aahh,” I mewled, unable to meet his eye.

“It’s a good thing I took ownership of you before anyone else did. I mean, you’re clearly too dumb and oversexed to take care of yourself. It’d only be a matter of time before a nympho like you made some really bad choices, thinking with your needy cunt.”

“Oh my fucking God,” I murmured, shoving the side of my hand in my mouth and biting it.

“Say thank you, Rain.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I mumbled around my hand.

“For?”

“Thank you for taking ownership of me. I can’t be responsible for myself, I’m too stupid and slutty. I can’t make good choices, b-because I th-think with my needy c-cunt...” My face burning, I buried it in my hands. “I need to belong to you, Sir,” my muffled voice whimpered. “I need you to make all my decisions for me. I need to be yours.”

“And you are,” he chuckled fondly. “You’re mine. Aren’t you?”

“Nngh... Yes, Sir...”

“What are you?”

“Yours, Sir...”

“More. And look at me.”

I uncovered my face, staring wide-eyed at my owner. “I’m your property,” I whispered, mortified. “I’m your plaything. I’m your pet slut. I’m your servant, your assistant, your mind-controlled slave.” My voice grew stronger and more confident as I warmed to the theme. “I’m your toy soldier. I’m your fleshlight. I’m your fuckdoll. Everything I have belongs to you. Everything I am belongs to you. My possessions, my home, my money, my mind, my body, everything...”

“That’s right,” he grinned. “Good girl.”

I shuddered, my whole body blushing, my needy cunt throbbing. I’d just signed away my entire life, in an oral contract that seemed, at the time, as binding as a written one. And it felt amazing. But I still couldn’t touch. I was still aching with arousal that I could not satisfy.

“Please, Sir,” I whined pathetically. “Please... can I touch now?”

He tapped his finger against his chin in contemplation, wandering into the room as he did so. As he approached my desk in the far corner, he said almost as an afterthought, “Yes.”

With a clamorous moan of relief, I toppled backwards and hurriedly pawed at myself, one hand groping my tit while the other zealously rubbed my cunt. “Th-thank you, Sirrrrr!” I screamed as I finally came, drenching my fingers.

Sir stood over me with my phone in his hand, continuing to take photos as I sucked my fingers clean. “Now, my dutiful servant,” he snickered, “go and make me some food, please.”

I couldn’t help giggling in response. He had absolute power over me - I’d consented, both in my hypersexual frenzy and just in our overall relationship, to being fully under his control - and all he wanted from me was a snack? Having an asexual dom is the best.

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a grateful, satisfied smile, clambering off the bed and trotting away to my kitchen, my naked body happily humming from the afterglow.