How Apoorva (ex-girlfriend) made me a beta FEMDOM loser, Part 2

 

This is a continuation of my journey into being a femdom slave.

Days passed, and I became more and more obsessed with thinking about her and all the pleasures she will be having with her new boyfriend.

That is when I started looking online at why I am like that, and then I found the place I was meant to be—FEMDOM.

I started reading about what is femdom, curious if it is a mental issue, etc. Later, I found that because I am a submissive, I am liking this.

I started watching femdom videos of girls humiliating and making me do degrading things for them; it started with jerk-off videos.

But later I fell into the trap of being denied state, which I found to be more addictive than the jerk-off videos.

Hence, I started with edging; later, I started watching videos where girls did not allow me to touch at all, which made me even more addicted than those edging videos.

That being unable to touch my cock like a real man and being forced to hear their humiliation while I am soaking my shorts with precum became the best thing of my life.

I ended up learning about chastity but was too afraid to buy a physical cage as I live with my parents. I read about mental chastity instead, where I can deny myself without having a cage.

and also started hearing some femdom training videos and made sure I always stayed addicted.

As my addiction became worse and worse, my need to please Apoorva became larger. I do not have any idea how to serve her.

I started looking at her social media pictures, and I sat on my knees and started begging and worshiping her like a dog. I never touched myself while looking at her pictures, as I realized that it is inappropriate for a slave.

I like to pleasure myself. I started thinking about how to be useful to her. How can I make sure I am her slave? How to dedicate my life to her by being a loser?

I once saw her in a supermarket with her boyfriend, and they both smiled at me and invited me to their apartment the next day. I got scared because I didn't know what exactly she told her boyfriend about me. Did she just

Mention us as old friends? I am not sure, but I went to the address they gave me the next day.

He opened the door, greeted me, and it was a nice apartment with 1 hall, 1 kitchen, 1 bedroom, and a toilet attached to it. It wasn't that clean; probably both of them are working, so they might not be getting time to do those, I thought.

I sat on the sofa in the hall.

"I know it is kind of messy here," her boyfriend said.

"No, that is OK, man; I was just looking," I said, bowing my head down.

Apoorva came and said, "Why are you still bowing your head down?" and started laughing.

My dick started growing in my pants after hearing that, but I tried my best to control it.

"Nothing like that, Apoorva," I smiled nervously.

"She has told me everything about you, but what I find surprising is that after all she has done to you, you went to her and apologized, and that is really sad, man. Are you not getting any girls?" Her boyfriend asked me

Reality immediately hit me as I heard it. He knows! He knows about the past! He knows that I verbally abused them once! He knows she dumped me! He knows I apologized like a dog!

I immediately said what I felt like telling, "I am sorry for everything, both of you!" I said, bowing my head down.

"You are still bowing down; what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you our servant or what? And why the fuck are you again and again apologizing for something you should not be? Are you not thinking properly?

Are you alone always ? Why are you like this? You were always weird? Always so submissive? " Apoorva said

My dick grew rock hard in my jeans, and I really hope they do not notice this, and even after she shouted all these things, I still kept my head down, and all I could see were their feet.

"Relax, man, let's talk about something else. Hey, how about if you are available and have some time to spare, can you help us clean this apartment?" her boyfriend said

"Yes, sure, why not?" I said, thinking that will at least divert the topic.

We started with the hall; Apoorva stood with the dustbin while I picked up the trash from the floor. Then the doorbell rang, and a couple came inside.

They talked with Apoorva and her boyfriend about going out, and they agreed to it.

"Hey, do you mind if we step out for some time? We will lock the front door; hope that is OK," Apoorva's boyfriend told

"Sure, please go ahead," I said.

"If you are bored, please continue cleaning up the place; the bedroom is not locked as well. Only if you are bored and okay to do so. Apoorva said and closed the door without asking me anything.

What the fuck just happened? I thought to myself, did she just tell me to clean their apartment while they went out and had fun? My dick grew rock hard after hearing that they locked the door!

To be continued ...