Testing the Submissive: The Story & Confessions of a Masochist by Al Daltrey Read Free Book Online

can be such a turn on.
    The next hour was torture. Lewis fondled, stroked and teased Veronica. I could hear everything and it was burning me with envy. Cleary he was a very skilled lover and for the second time they were in the midst of passionate sex. I actually wanted it to stop, I was so jealous. They came together, and I felt completely defeated, lying alone on the cold hard floor.
    That night, as told, I slept on the floor beside their bed.  I wasn’t cold as Lewis ensured I was provided a comforter and a pillow, but it wasn’t easy to fall asleep being unaccustomed to such a firm surface.  Lewis and Veronica slept on the comfy bed, and as far as I could tell, cuddled much of the night.  I felt like a third wheel. Hell, I was the third wheel.
    In the morning, I made coffee as ordered. My greatest humiliation came when Lewis encouraged Veronica to root through my overnight bag.  She was allowed to take anything that caught her eye.  I was livid!  It took all of my willpower not to scream out in protest.  She took most of what was in there, commenting on how we were close enough in size that everything fit.
    My displeasure must have been apparent, because for the first time the entire visit, Lewis actually scolded me, his voice louder than usual:  “Your face looks flush with color, is there a problem, whore?”
    I bit my lip, and managed to hide my true feelings, “N..no Sir. No problem at all, Sir.”
    Veronica looked at me with spite in her eyes, and she tucked most of my clothing into her overnight bag. As a final token of degradation she tossed her used panties into my bag, as if I was ever going to wash and wear them. That thing was going straight into trash the minute I got home. 
    I cried in the taxi, on the way home.  I had never felt so low. 
    A full day later, I was still feeling low. I felt like such an idiot. I was so excited for my date with Lewis, and all the while he saw me as less than a person. In moments of weakness, I’d cry anew.  Then I’d wonder if I would I ever taste him cum again?  If so, would it be out of the vag of some bitch he just fucked?
    The phone rang. Caller ID verified it was Lewis.  Only one day had passed, and he was phoning me again. He must have another appointment lined up for me. Maybe I’ll tell him to fuck-off.
    I answered the phone, but answering his first question proved more difficult: “Did you enjoy our date?”
    Oh, I enjoyed our date alright you fucking asshole prick bastard jerk. “Um, it was not quite what I expected Sir…but I blame myself for that. I hope I didn’t disappoint you in any way?”
    I hope I didn’t disappoint you?!?  What the fuck was I saying?  Why did I turn into such a compliant submissive slut the second I heard his voice?
    “Would you like to go out on a second date?”
    A second date? Are you kidding? A second date? Oh yeah sure, because our first date was so much fucking fun. “Sir, it would be a great honor to see you again, no matter what you have in mind.”
    “Good, bring an overnight bag again, and see you Thursday.  Victor will pick you up at 6:00 pm.”

CHAPTER 8: OUR SECOND DATE
    Eleven days later, flying home…
    It was a long flight home. Lewis and I alternated between reading, watching a movie, listening to music, talking, cuddling, and dozing off separately and concurrently.  It had been the most wonderful trip of my life.  Nine days in Paris. Lewis knew Paris like the back of his hand, and his French was quite good, so I felt almost Parisian during the holiday.  We ate at the most incredible restaurants. We stayed in three different hotels, switching every third day for no reason other than fun and variety. Sure, it was a tiny hassle to pack up our belongings and then check in again somewhere new – but it kept everything completely fresh the entire vacation.
    The sex was nothing short of spectacular. Lewis and I clicked in bed, like two lovers made for each other.  Both of us would cum so hard and