Chapter 1: Introduction
Lilly's breath hitched as she adjusted the camera, double-checking the angle. Was this too slutty? No, she scolded herself. She was here to explore her boundaries, let go of her inhibitions, and indulge her secret desires. She had read all the fan-fiction, purchased every e-book that tickled her fancy. It wasn't enough. She needed the real thing.
She swallowed. "Here goes nothing," Lilly muttered.
She clicked the 'Submit' button and watched as her profile joined the sea of potential matches in the online dating platform. A wave of excitement washed over her, mingled with a sense of trepidation. What if nobody responded? What if they were all just bots or creeps? But she had made her decision, leaving no room for second thoughts.
Lilly's request was simple, yet provocative: 'Seeking a man who can help me ruin my reputation.' Her heart pounded at the thought of strangers pouring over her words, and judging her on her desires.
Lilly wasn't naive, she knew what she was asking for, but the anticipation was intoxicating. She closed her eyes, imagining the responses that would flood her inbox, the handsome men who would be intrigued by her confidence, and the arrogant ones who would challenge her.
Meanwhile, there was someone else perusing the platform with a depraved interest. A man who went by Mr. Owen noticed her profile and the vulnerability it exuded. He was drawn to the challenge her request presented, the tantalizing mystery that lay within the pixels of her image.
She was not a bimbo or a creep but an intriguing, intelligent young woman.
Mr. Owen was no stranger to this virtual labyrinth of lust and love. He prowled the platform with ease, his well-crafted profile plastered with images of the life he desired: stacks of books and suits on hangers, private jets and yachts sailing towards blue horizons. His interests and hobbies were carefully curated clichés: reading and writing, traveling and photography, fine dining and the opera.
He was every woman's fantasy of a sophisticated man, but beneath the surface of his polished veneer, he hid an abrasive misogyny.
Mr. Owen's fingers skimmed over the screen, stopping at Lilly's profile. He smirked at her audacious request. She was an attractive 22-year-old graduate student, with deep brown eyes and glossy chestnut hair falling in loose waves just below her shoulders. Her smile was inviting, her skin flawless, and it was apparent that she didn't belong in his world.
A thrill ran through him, as he contemplated the idea of corrupting her innocence, indulging her deeply rooted submissive desires.
He decided to send her a message. "Are you confident in your request?" his fingers typed out, and he hit 'Send' before he could reconsider.
Minutes turned into hours, and Mr. Owen's anticipation of Lilly's reply grew. He scoffed at his audacity, as his thoughts drifted back to her profile picture. What would make a girl like that want to ruin her reputation?
Mr. Owen finally received Lilly's response, and he eagerly opened the message.
"Yes," she responded with bold certainty. "I am confident, but why does it matter?"
Her question piqued his curiosity. He didn't typically engage with the submissives he encountered. In the past, he had pursued women who shared his kinks and interests, those who knew what they wanted from him--and it wasn't a ruined reputation.
He admired her daringness, and the risk of engaging with a complete stranger over the internet.
Her courage only added fuel to the raging fire in his loins. He bit back a grin, imagining the delicious things he would do to her, and mulled over how to craft his response without surrendering control.
"It matters because I will help you fulfill your request," he typed, hitting the keys with an authoritative decisiveness. "As long as you follow my rules."
A couple of minutes passed before she replied, and Mr. Owen couldn't resist letting his thoughts drift back towards her request.
It was a kink he had never indulged in before, but it was one that intrigued him. He wondered what it was about her reputation that she wanted to soil, and what drove this intelligent young woman to seek such sordid acts.
He decided to put her to the test. Mr. Owen, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, replied to Lilly's message.
"Very well, I will assist you in ruining your reputation. But understand, it comes with conditions."
Lilly's heart skipped a beat, as the realization that this stranger was now her dominant sank in. She shivered, feeling deliciously dominated. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her. She typed her response to him. "I understand there will be rules, Mr. Owen. I'm willing to follow them as long as they bring me closer to my goal."
He smiled at her response, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Good girl," he typed, indulging in the thrill of the power he held over her. "My first rule is simple: complete and utter obedience. Disobedience will result in punishment."
Lilly barely hesitated before responding. "Understood. What kind of punishment?" she asked, her heart racing at the thought of what Mr. Owen would do to her if she displeased him.
"I will think of a suitable punishment for any disobedience, depending on the severity of the offense.
You will not know what the punishment is until it is being administered," Mr. Owen replied.
The seriousness of his words caused Lilly's heart to skip a beat. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of being punished by a stranger in such a manner sent a shiver down her spine.
Lilly pondered her dominant's rule and found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the idea of being punished.
She had always been a submissive at heart, yearning for someone to take control and guide her desires. She closed her eyes, envisioning the possible ways Mr. Owen could discipline her, and a wave of warmth washed over her body.
Meanwhile, Mr. Owen was delighted to discover that his new submissive was not as shy as he initially thought. He allowed himself a moment to smile at her willingness to explore her limits, and he continued to prod her, intrigued by her eagerness to engage in such a dark, taboo exchange.
"You're sure you want this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "There's no going back once we start."
Lilly hesitated. Was she truly ready for this? The idea of being dominated by a stranger had always fascinated her, but could she really follow through with it?
Her doubts were silenced when she remembered the tepid relationships she had with men in the past. They were either too clingy, too boring, or too afraid to take control in the bedroom. With Mr. Owen, there would be no such problems. She nodded.
"Yes, I'm sure," she replied in a shaky voice, struggling to hide her excitement. "I've thought about this a lot, and I'm ready for whatever you have in store for me."
Mr. Owen felt satisfied with her answer. He believed that she was sincere, and her curiosity was authentic. "Good girl," he murmured. "We'll start slow, with carefully selected tasks for you to accomplish.
I'll send you an instruction list, daily, which you'll follow and report back to me."
Lilly felt her heart flutter with excitement and anxiety. The anticipation of what was going to come next, the thrill of submitting to a stranger, had never felt so intense. And yet, she didn't fully understand what she was getting herself into.
"Every day, you will complete the tasks on the list, and document them with photos and descriptions.
I'll decide whether your efforts meet my standards," Mr. Owen instructed, his words resonating with finality.
Lilly couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement and fear as she digested his instructions. Her mind raced with thoughts of what these tasks might entail. Would they be mundane? Seductive? Bizarre? She knew that no matter what, the dominant would revel in her attempts to achieve them.
Mr. Owen's next message arrived moments later, and Lilly quickly clicked it open.
"Your first task: send me a photograph of your most intimate area, unobstructed and fully visible."
Lilly's heart skipped a beat. This was not what she had been expecting. Yet, even as panic threatened to choke her, she felt a surge of desire ripple through her body. She had never done anything like this before, but she trusted that Mr. Owen would push her limits in a safe and consensual way.
Without a second thought, she stripped down in front of her computer and snapped the requested photograph.
She glanced at her reflection in the camera screen, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Could she really do this? Could she be the submissive even she craved to be, if it meant giving up control so completely?
With a deep breath, she uploaded the photograph and sent it to Mr. Owen.
She waited nervously for his response, her heart hammering in her chest. A minute stretched into an eternity as she stared at her message history, waiting for a reply.
Finally, a message appeared on her screen.
His words cut through the silence like a knife, striking a nerve deep within her.
"Exquisite," he wrote, "You've passed your first test. Your submission excites me already.
For your second task, I require something more personal. I want to know what makes you tick."
Lilly shivered, her stomach swirling with a mix of anxiety and excitement. She had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed left her trembling. She took another deep breath, preparing herself for whatever was coming next.
"I'm ready for my next task," she replied, determined to prove herself to this mysterious man who had captured her attention and her desires.
"Very well," he wrote back. "I want you to masturbate while thinking of me. When you climax, I want you to take a picture and send it to me as proof."
Lilly gasped, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment at the explicitness of the request. Yet, even as she blushed, a thrill of excitement raced through her veins.
She had never been so turned on by the idea of pleasuring herself for a man she had never met before.
But she was curious, and there was something about Mr. Owen that made her feel safe to explore her boundaries. So, she decided to comply with his request.
Lilly lay back on her bed, closing her eyes as she began to touch herself, letting her mind fill with thoughts of Mr. Owen. She imagined his rugged jawline, his sharp blue eyes, and his muscular physique, allowing herself to become lost in fantasies of his control over her.
As she continued to lose herself in her thoughts, moving her fingers in rhythm with the heat growing within her, the anticipation of his response began to overwhelm her.
After several intense minutes of self-exploration, Lilly found a euphoric release that made her whole body quiver. She knew she needed to document this, as per her latest instruction from Mr. Owen. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she caught her breath and reached for her phone.
She snapped a picture of herself, her chest still heaving with pleasure, and attached it to the message she would send to Mr. Owen once she gathered her thoughts.
Lilly took a deep breath and stared at the photograph on her screen. It was both mortifying and exhilarating to think about sending this image to a man she barely knew. But that was part of the thrill, and she knew that it was exactly what he wanted from her.
She hit 'Send', feeling a shiver of excitement as the message left her inbox.
A few minutes passed, and there was still no reply. Lilly bit her lip, feeling vulnerable. Had she crossed a line? Was she making a mistake?
Then, the reply came through. "Perfect," he wrote. "You are progressing nicely."
Lilly felt a thrill of satisfaction rush through her. She had done it. She had completed the task and pleased her dominant.
But the thrill was short-lived. Another task was waiting for her. Another command that she had to obey.
"Now I want you to create an account on amateursluts.com, using your real name and post those two pictures, asking for feedback." Lilly felt a lump settle in her throat. She had not expected Mr. Owen to ask her to do something so public, so humiliating. She hesitated, staring at the screen as she weighed the consequences of obeying him.
"You expect me to post those pictures online, where anyone can see them?" she typed back, unsure if she'd be able to go through with it.
"Yes, Lilly. It's time to start ruining your reputation. You cannot do that by remaining anonymous.
It requires authenticity. If you aren't serious about following my instructions, then we'll end things here," Mr. Owen's message read. Lilly felt her heart race. She was still struggling to come to terms with what she had already done for this anonymous man, and now he wanted her to post those explicit photos online? It made her blood run cold and her palms grow slick with moisture.
But at the same time, she couldn't ignore the heat that spread through her, igniting her core and making her breath catch in her throat.
Lilly resisted the urge to wrestle against his grip, reminding herself that she sought this dominance, this humiliation, and that she should welcome it.
When the wrestling match ended, Lilly reluctantly proceeded to create the account on amateursluts.com, using her real name and posting the two recent pics of her pussy and the one with her breasts, that included her face, asking for feedback. She then responded to Mr Owen and sent the link to her new profile.
Moments later, she heard the sound of a message notification. Lilly hesitantly clicked on the message, knowing that it would likely show her the reactions she received on her post.
The post immediately drew a lot of attention, with some people leaving lewd comments and vulgar messages. Lilly felt her face burn with embarrassment and panic bubbled within her. She wondered if she had made a huge mistake by following Mr. Owen's orders.
Mr. Owen's next message arrived, saying: "Good job Lilly, the humiliation is just beginning.
The more feedback you get, the more you will realize your true worth. Now, for your next task, I want you to send me the password to your account. I will change it so that only I can control it from now on."
Lilly's heart raced at the brazenness of the request, but her body reacted differently. An electric current surged through her veins, exciting her in a way she had never experienced before. She responded without hesitation: "Yes Sir" Tears welled up in Lilly's eyes as she relinquished control over the account that now showcased her most intimate and compromising moments. Yet, the powerlessness she felt was not unbearable; instead, it filled her with a strange sense of liberation.
Days blurred together as Lilly followed her dominant's instructions diligently. She posted naughty pictures and responded to a myriad of lascivious comments, allowing her body to be devoured by countless strangers.
Each day, she woke up with a renewed sense of vulnerability, her chest tightening as she checked her account, eager to discover the next task Mr.Owen had in store for her.
Throughout her daily activities, she followed his commands without question, her life revolving around his demands. He instructed her to attend various social gatherings and parties, wearing revealing outfits designed to captivate the attention of everyone in the room.
At each gathering, she would dance seductively, her hips swaying with expert precision as she reveled in the warmth of the stares from strangers.
While they made lewd comments, she played along, feigning innocence as her heart raced in her chest.
Each night, Lilly would come home, drowning in the shame she felt for her actions throughout the day. But, the more she tried to fight her overwhelming desire to submit, the more overwhelming it became. Mr.Owen's authoritative presence gave her a thrill she had never experienced before. She was becoming addicted to the humiliating power games he put her through.
Each new task seemed to challenge her more than the last, and her heart raced in anticipation of his next command.
One afternoon, Mr. Owen invited her over to discuss the next phase of her submission. He had carved a niche for himself in a sought-after area of the city, a building teeming with the city's elite. A building that Lilly knew was reserved for those of status and wealth.
She followed the precise address he had given her, her hands trembling as she reached the entrance to the building.
Lilly paused outside, gathering her courage and reminding herself of the rules she had agreed to. To serve Mr. Owen without question or hesitation.
Upon entering the sleek lobby, she approached the front desk clerk with as much confidence as she could muster. "I'm here to see Mr. Owen," she declared, her voice betraying a slight quiver.
The clerk appraised her from head to toe, a devious spark in his eyes before directing her towards the private elevators with a wry smile.