Unprogrammed - Prologue

This story explores explicit sexual content, consensual BDSM, power exchange (dominance and submission), and specific roleplay and fetish themes (including racial, cultural, and submissive dynamics).

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I looked out into the beautiful night sky through the reflective window in my hotel room. In the distance, Tokyo Tower beamed orange against the darkness. Reflecting back from the window was a perfect-looking dark-haired Asian girl dressed in a classy dark navy chiffon dress, the soft, delicate fabric clinging to my body in a way my baggy hoodies of my past never could. Smooth, flawless makeup evened out my complexion, while a wash of soft pink blush swept high across my cheeks in that delicate warmth and life to a face I had spent years hiding. My long, dark hair fell effortlessly over my shoulders, silky and styled to perfection. A girl who I once thought I could only dream of being was standing in front of me. As I began to reflect on my life, I knew I had finally found my true self.

I suddenly heard him approach me from behind. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed soft kisses against my neck.

"I wish we could do this every night," he whispered. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, daddy," I replied. "I'm all yours tonight."

"Sit back on your heels," he commanded.

I sank down onto the floor. He stepped up to me and wrapped a collar around my neck and tightened it just enough while ensuring I could still breathe comfortably. Before he clipped a leash to the collar and dropped it on the floor, his fingers lingered under my chin, gently tilting my head up so our eyes met. The quiet warmth in his touch made my heart race.

In a dominant tone, he commanded, "Stay."

I sat there motionless with my panties growing damp and patiently waiting for his next command. I watched him walk away and pour a glass of whisky for himself, take a sip, and carry it over to the armchair.

"Good princess," he said. "Crawl over here with the leash in your mouth."

Excited with his praise and finally given my next instruction, I bent forward and took the leash with my teeth. Swaying my hips left and right with feline allure, I slowly crawled over to him. He took the leash from my mouth and gently pulled me up to press a kiss to my forehead.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Why don't you help polish my sword that you've been craving all day?"

I licked my lips, nodded as I bit my lower lip. Gathering my hair back, I tied it into a ponytail and reached for him.

This was going to be a night neither of us would forget.

You're probably wondering how I got here. The kind of life where I'm dressing up to impress my "daddy," go on adventurous dates, and end the night back at the hotel room as a consensual submissive playmate for his pleasure. To the right person, it might sound like a dream. At one point in my life, I wouldn't have pictured any of this.

The kind of life I dreamt of was a life far simpler than this: a loving partner, 2 kids and a home in suburban Canada. It was the picture-perfect Asian ideal I was raised on. Go to University, land a solid office job, get married and start a family. That was the script that I was following.

I grew up in the peaceful outskirts of Toronto. I was the typical shy kid, even labelled "Most Shy" in my high school yearbook. My childhood was relatively quiet; I didn't do drugs or drink secretly. I was obedient, and the most rebellious thing I ever did was stay up until ungodly hours watching anime and playing video games.

Like most Asian kids, I excelled in math and sciences. I was forced into a few extracurricular activities after school like learning to play the piano, draw and swimming. I even got really close to getting my lifeguard certificate. I ended up at a local university and graduated with a bachelor of Science.

Despite earning my degree, I struggled for a few years to land a job before finally carving out my career in software development. I've always possessed a natural affinity for technology, so it felt like the right move. I was following the outline laid out for me. I even got married. You could say life was perfect. I spent years writing logic, building systems and automating everything as if I were following a program myself.

Then everything changed a few years ago. Everything finally bubbled up and I decided enough was enough. All my suppressed feelings and secret desires had been slowly leaking out and that was the year that I decided to follow through with what I was meant to be. Someone whose true calling was to tend to a partner's deepest desires. After all, I had spent most of my life as a shy, timid Asian male barely meeting the expectations set for me.

-- To be Continued --