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It was shocking when I heard myself say "What you want does not concern me."

I was still in 8th grade back then. 

She was the third girl I dated after two disastrous relationships. The only reason I started dating her was because she asked me out and I was bored.

I didn't like a thing about her. She was older, taller, blonde, the basic type the you expect a barbie doll to be. One of the most moronic traditions of my school is that an senior girl has to always have a junior boy toy to boss around; young little kids who adore their seniors opening their doors, carrying their books, lining in queues for lunch, writing their homework, worshipping them. 

Sadly, it wasn't me. That's not how I was raised and that not who I am. She didn't know though; she failed to see the real monster within. 

It was the second semester after I joined this boarding school. The whole class was still wondering who this Asian little brat is. She walked to me and told me to sit with her at the cafe. 

I went over, sat down with other boy toys; didn't say a word until lunchtime was over. 

She stood up, started walking toward the classroom, and she left her books.

"Would you be a darling and help me carry those? My bag is really heavy."

"And that's my business how?" I looked at her, waiting for her to say something. 

Her friends were laughing, probably laughing at the fact she couldn't even control me. 

She grabbed her books from the table, and she asked me to go to dinner with her down town. 

"I don't know how to go down town." I told her, and I thought I made it clear that I wasn't interested. 

"No biggie. I will drive. 7 at the gate. See you then." All I was thinking about for the rest of the day was what kind of stupid whore doesn't know that is clearly a rejection. 

The dinner was nice and she was all sweet and nice, at least until we got back to the dormitory. 

She used one of the oldest tricks "don't you feel hot in here?" and took off her clothes. 

She thought I was a virgin. 

She was wrong. 

I pushed her down into the couch and looked at her. I asked her if she was trying to seduce me. "Do you want me to?" She asked. 

I kissed her and my hands were all over her. When my hand moved down and insert my finger inside her, she moaned. 

"I am no one's toy, you should get that by now." I started playing her and she liked it. 

I stopped right when she starting twisting her body; it was the sign that she was about to come. 

She sat up and told me that she wants me; she asked me not to stop. 

"What you want does not concern me." The second the words came out of my mouth, I was frozen.  

The voice, the tone, they sounded exactly like her, the most ignorant woman in my life; the person who dumped me like rubbish to this boarding school just so that she could have more time for herself. 

I walked away, leaving her in her room. 

Now thinking about it, I finally found out where my personality came from, where the needs and cravings for controlling another human being came from. It was her, it has been her all along. The woman who gave birth to me, the woman who I no long address her as my mother. 

I don't hate it. On the contrary, I love it. I love the control over another living; I love the fact that I own something alive, something that listens to me, something that obeys me and something that lives only to amuse me.  

It was when I was 14 that I found this side of myself. I embrace it, love it, and I live for it. 

"May I be excused, sir?" He asked me one night. 

"Why? Is there anything more important than me that requires your attention?" I was reading, didn't even bother to look up. I don't like to be disturbed when I read. 

"No, sir. You are the centre of my life, sir. " He knelt and I finally stopped reading. 

"Tell me, where are you going tonight? " I looked at him. He was wearing nothing but the collar and the cock cage. It had been on for two weeks. 

"It's just a business dinner that I have to attend. It is for my day life, sir. "

"Sounds like fun. I will join you, now get ready. " It was spontaneous that I decided to go with him. 

I don't remember the details of the rest of the night. But I do remember that he was wearing his collar and the cock cage the whole time beneath that dashing suits. Watching him talking to people was fun, knowing that I was the person who controlled him, the only person that claimed his ownership. 

I wore the keys as a necklace and I left it out so he could see them, and the noise the keys made was a constant reminder of what he is, nothing more than a slave. 

I loved it. And I asked him to meet me in the men's room after a couple glasses of wine. 

In the toilet, I told him to kneel and take my pants off. "Suck my dick." I said. 

I asked him to take his pants off, too. I started playing his ass, his smooth and tight ass. 

He started to touch himself and he begged me to remove the cage, I said no. He begged me like a little boy and I still said no, 

After a couple of minutes, I shot my load in his mouth and stood up; I told him to put my pants back on and tidy up my shirt and coat. 

The night ended without any other sort of fun, but that was a night that satisfied me and I found that night to be something that I always hold on to even tears later. 

It was 2007, quite a late spring that year. 

I first met him at a bar in New York.He was tall, even tall for an American, at least 6'3". He looked nice in a grey tank top, those arms were beautifully defined. 

I was there, hanging out with a couple of friends, plus I was horny. 

I noticed his gazes the second I got into the bar, it was craving for something. 

My friends told me he looked old, I laughed it off and told them that mature guys fit me just fine. 

I walked passed by, ordered a drink, and started talking to him. 

The rest of the night was a blur, thanks to the cheap ass alcohol the bar served. 

The only thing that I remembered was that he wanted something, something that he wouldn't dare to ask. 

I had seen that look before, I had given that look before, begging for my very own mother's attention. Though she never looked at me once, I learnt that is the craving for something. 

He wanted something, of course he wanted something, people come to this kind of places for only one thing, sex. But I could tell, he wanted something more, something darker and deeper. 

I only found out later that he wanted someone to master his life. When we were having sex, he asked me to make make him beg for it. I gladly did since it wasn't my first time. I made him beg to touch me; I made him beg to suck me, and I made him beg me to fuck him. 

It was great, beyond great. 

After a short while he called again. He asked me out to a small cafe where I had to take a cab in order to find it. 

He told me that he wanted to make this permanent. I thought he was talking about a long term relationship as a couple. I was right about the long term relationship part, but not the couple part. 

He wanted me to enslave him. I asked him about his limits and he told me. I told him about my limits and my three years rules. We made a arrangement and he moved in with me a week after that.