5 comments/ 64443 views/ 27 favorites Submissive's Journey 01 By: mollycactus It started out so innocently. I was in one of those "store for lovers" places, looking for a naughty game for my friend Arianna's bachelorette party, when I saw the handcuffs. On a whim, I bought them, along with the game. But I didn't take them to the party, shoving them into one of my drawers, instead. A few days later, I ran across them sitting in the drawer, and, being alone in the house – my housemate was out on errands – I idly snapped them onto my wrists. Feeling my hands restricted in this way, a primal feeling unexpectedly rippled through me. My body temperature seemed to rise, and I got a very tingly feeling. But it seemed that something was not quite right, so I removed the cuffs. Feeling very naughty about the plan that was forming in my mind, and a bit scared, I hurried down the stairs. Proceeding to our kitchen, I placed the key to the handcuffs on the counter, and returned to my room. Trembling now as I considered what I was about to do, I stripped to my bra and panties, and placed my hands behind my back and again snapped the cuffs closed over my wrists. A hot flash swept through my body. My nipples stiffened, and poked hard against my bra, forming firm peaks. My thighs clamped together, and began moving subtly back and forth, massaging the tissues trapped between them. I had seldom felt this aroused before! My hands trapped behind me, I stepped to one of my bedposts and began rubbing my front against it. Before I knew it, I was cumming hard! My knees almost buckled under me as I came, drenching my panties. I awkwardly climbed onto the bed and laid face down and began humping my pillow! My arms strained against the wrists restraints as I brought myself to a second climax! When I regained my senses, I realized that I needed to retrieve the key, which was still downstairs. Moving quickly down the stairs, careful to keep my balance in this awkward arm position, I reached the kitchen. I had to back up to the counter, feeling for the key behind me. Just as I found it, I heard my housemate's car enter the long driveway to our house! I sprinted back to my room, clutching the key behind me. Heart racing, there were more awkward moments as I had to get the key inserted in the cuffs by touch, but just as one sprang open, I heard the door to our house open. My housemate called out "Hello!", as she entered. "Hi, Susan!" I called back in greeting. "I'll be down in a few minutes." Quickly I hid the cuffs, replaced my now sodden panties with fresh dry ones, and dressed again. I opened my window slightly, and propped my pillow by it, trying to dry my pillow, and flush my sex scent from both it and the air in my room. I tried to act normal and nonchalant, and hoped that my face was not still too flushed as I went downstairs. But now I was hooked. I cuffed myself again and again, my imagination running wild with various imagined situations. Luckily, my housemate had a rather regular routine, so I had a very good idea when she would be leaving the house, and when she would be returning. Her work even required her to travel for several days at a time – times when I would have the house all to myself. During these intervals, I would spend hours indulging myself. Sometimes I would be cuffed to my bedposts, or the refrigerator handle, or pipes in the bathroom, or the basement. I would fantasize about being a captive, held against my will. I would imagine myself being subjected to bizarre sexual rituals by my captors (by now, I usually cuffed myself completely nude) and the orgasms these mind games produced always amazed me! I started thinking up "challenges" for myself, such as freezing the key in a large block of ice, preventing myself from "escaping" for long hours, as I waited for the ice to melt. One time, being very bold, I placed the key in our mailbox, all the way down at the end of our long driveway. Then I returned to the house, stripped, and cuffed my hands behind my back. Now I was trapped until dark, and I would have to creep naked down the driveway under cover of darkness to retrieve the key! Throughout the day, I examined myself in our full length mirror often. Staring back at me was a petite brunette, face flushed with excitement. With her arms cuffed behind her, her breasts, smallish perhaps but succulent, were forced to jut forward into a prominence that just might inspire lust in her 'captors', whoever they were. My excitement made my pussy lips peek below my brown pubic curls. I blush to admit I kept tilting my pelvis to get a better view of them in that mirror. As the hours passed, I let my imagination have free rein, simmering at various levels of arousal. When my excitement would reach the boiling point, I would walk down into our basement. I had mounted a dildo on a chair seat, and, straddling it, could ride it to orgasm. Luckily, the chair was an old one; it got quite soaked that day. When it grew dark outside. I started out down the driveway, my skin alive as the night air caressed it. I had to duck behind a bush as a passing car's headlights swept down our street! When I finally reached the mailbox, I found I had miscalculated – my bound hands could not reach inside it for the key! Try as I might, and fumbling backwards, it was impossible to position my hands right! Heart thumping, cold sweat pouring out of me now as I thought about my predicament – neighbors walked their dogs at night! – I began panicking. I desperately began bumping my body against the mailbox, and finally jarred it enough that I saw the key fall out of it onto the ground, glinting in the dim moonlight. Dropping down, I rolled onto it, grabbed it and scraped myself a bit getting back to my feet. I scampered up the driveway and into the house before taking the time to remove the cuffs! Then I congratulated myself on winning a close one! By now I had a collection of both high quality cuffs, and also arm and leg shackles. The latter had lengths of chain between their metal loops, so I had a little freedom of movement in both my arms and legs as I wore them. I could shuffle around the house, but never take a full step. I began imagining how difficult it might be to complete a circuit around the outside of my house, wearing these. And in my growing boldness, I even imagined that I might make the attempt in daylight! But before I could put that plan, if it was a plan, into effect, something else intervened... something I never was fully prepared for... (continued in part 2) Submissive's Journey 02 Okay, so maybe I went too far. I was so excited by experimenting with my new shackles, that I kept making it more and more difficult for me to free myself. I set up an area in the basement for this purpose. It looked innocent enough – merely a small but strong hook in the wall that was hardly noticeable, and a stack of books on the floor. When I was home alone, I would sneak down to the basement. There I would undress (down to my underwear at first, but as I got bolder, completely naked) and shackle my wrists. Climbing up onto the books and stretching my arms up high, I would loop the chain between the shackle cuffs up over the hook on the wall. By varying the number of books under my feet, I could stretch my arms farther and farther upwards. This of course enhanced the feeling of being a prisoner. Sometimes I would stand with my face towards the wall, imagining horrible things being done to me, such as being whipped. At other times I would face away from the wall, and imagine being interrogated by my captors. I left the key in the shackle lock, to make it easier to undo them. Then I got the bright idea of hammering a nail into the wall, and hanging the key to the shackles on that nail. This was off to the side from the hook, so I would have to slide my tower of books sideways with my feet and then climb up to retrieve the key. The amount of freedom that I was given due to the chain between the shackle cuffs let me reach this far while still being secured to the hook. My arms became more and more accustomed to being stretched upwards and bearing my weight. Finally, I was able to stand on the floor itself with my arms stretched up high above me, almost dangling helplessly from the hook. The excitement was amazing! The feeling of being naked and helpless was almost like a drug, and I needed more each week. My erotic fantasies, driven by my self bondage, grew in leaps and bounds. Thank goodness it was a strong hook. My muscles strained mightily, tugging at it and pulling at it. At times I would shout defiance at my imaginary captors. Or I might whimper and plead for them to stop what they were doing and free me. Verbalizations added to my thrill, as well as physically struggling. My body often glistened with a sheen of sweat after my exertions. And, my thighs often glistened with the sheen of their own – the excitement generated by my imagination made me lubricate often and copiously. I thrilled to the feeling of my pussy juices trickling down my thighs as I struggled. I built quite a satisfying fantasy world in that basement as time went on. And all went well. Until that fateful day! I was not expecting my housemate, Susan, to come home for hours. Normally, when she went to the mall, she spent the entire afternoon there. So I thought I had plenty of time for another session of my 'game', my body tingling with anticipation. Racing down into the basement, I removed and tossed my clothes aside, locked on my wrist shackles, placed the key on the nail and looped my chains over the hook, so I faced away from the wall. I don't really know how much time passed as I indulged my current fantasy, but I know it could not have been hours. Suddenly I heard Susan's car in the driveway! I panicked! Scrambling up the stack of books to reach the key, my feet slipped! Books scattered! Frantically I reached out with my toes to try to drag the books together, trying to pull them on top of each other with my feet. I had to reach that key! Now my struggles were real! I heard the door open upstairs. I heard my Susan call my name, saying she was home, but I dared not answer her as I usually do. I heard her footsteps walking around upstairs, probably looking for me. So far, I had managed to get three books on top of each other. Still not enough to reach the key, and I was frantically scrambling for more. Perhaps the scraping of the books on the floor alerted her. Some strange sound from the basement! My heart almost stopped as I heard the basement door open and her voice saying, "Who's there?" I didn't know whether to answer or not. I froze motionless – naked, chained, back against the wall, staring at the basement steps, praying she would lose interest and go away. But then I heard a stair creak – she was coming down! Step by cautious step she descended still asking, "Who is there? What is going on?" Her feet came into view, then her legs. I think I stopped breathing at that moment, almost ready to faint. And then she leaned over and peeked down, and our eyes locked! I saw her eyes widen with surprise and heard her gasp! And I experienced such a sensation of humiliation as I have never felt in my entire life! I felt a blush start on my face and cheeks and spread down my neck, erupting with heat. I had climbed down off my pitifully small stack of books to turn to face the steps. My arms were fully stretched above my head. My uncovered tits were jutting out, pointing in her direction. I wanted to cross my legs to at least cover my exposed sex, but in my fully stretched condition, the best I could do was press my thighs together. Since I was staring at Susan's eyes, I became aware of the moment that her initial shock had passed – because her eyes then began slowly descending, apparently taking a good look at all that I was revealing! And I could not tell for sure, but judging by the wave of heat, I think my flush must have descended my body, following the line of her descending gaze! I swear that even my toes must have flushed! I heard her clear her throat. Then she stammered, "Who... Who did this to you? Are they still in the house!?" I hung there in my chains, not knowing how to answer. The silence stretched on second after second, and still I did not answer. I saw her look of concern turned to a look of confusion, and then – comprehension! I knew that she'd figured it out, and my shame deepened. I finally had to admit, "No one did this." My voice caught as I ended with, "I did it to myself." Her next question was obvious, "Why?" How could I answer such a question? Tell her about my driving needs? Tell her about the excitement brought to me? Tell her about my fantasies? My answer was pretty lame. "It's hard to explain. But I can't reach my key. It's up there on that nail. Will you get it for me please?" "Oh! Of course I will!" Her expression returned to one of concern. And she came forward, gathered some of the books into a stack, and started to reach for it. But then she stopped, and lowered her arm. She stopped looking at the key on the hook, turning her head to look again at me. And again I saw her expression change, this time to one I had never seen before! But a tingle ran up and down my body as I saw her gaze rake over my naked flesh. I think my thighs quivered as I saw her scanning me. The intensity of her look made me feel more naked than I've ever felt in my life before! And she came even closer to me – my exposed skin could feel her body heat – and stopped, staring at me. Slowly she said, "I get the feeling that you do this for excitement. Is this true? Are you excited right now?" My heart raced in my chest, my mouth went dry. But before I could answer, probably with a lie, my traitorous body betrayed me! I felt a tiny trickle of fluid escape from my cunt, and slowly creep down my thigh. And I also became aware that my entire body was giving off the scent of arousal, filling my area of the basement. And Susan was standing so close. There was no way she could not become aware of it. So, I merely nodded, mutely. But I was not prepared for what happened next. Susan asked, "And what happens if I do this?" And she reached out slowly, deliberately running a fingertip around the edge of my left areola! Her touch was electric! My body jerked in the chains, slamming my back against the wall. I barely stifled a scream, but I'm sure that my heart pumping was audible to us both. She nodded her head, grinning – no further confirmation was needed... (continued in part 3) Submissive's Journey 03 My mind was in a whirl. There I stood, without a stitch of clothing. My arms were stretched high above my head; the chain from my shackles looped over the hook on the wall. The key to the shackles was still well out of my reach. Helpless, defenseless, and Susan standing so close I could feel her breath on my body! I was deeply embarrassed to be caught in this situation – deeply ashamed. Yet I was also amazingly aroused! The fact that Susan did not immediately release me transformed her in my mind into a potential tormentor. It was as if my fantasy was coming true! Even though my body instinctively had cringed from her touch, slamming me back against the wall, I also desperately wanted her to touch me again. But I was too ashamed to say that. Instead, I pleaded with her to get the key and release me. The more I pleaded, the bigger her smile seemed to get. At this point she was becoming aware of the power she had over me. I began to realize that she truly enjoyed that power! This was quickly confirmed as she moved her hand to my other breast, and began to trace lazy circles around it. My entire attention was focused on the contact of that finger with my skin! Nerve endings that I never knew I possessed seemed to explode with pleasure! A strange moaning escaped me. My eyes widened – pleading – but for what? For her to stop? For her to do more? My thoughts were so conflicted that I did not know what I wanted. But it was obvious that what I wanted was not important. I was helpless. Susan was in charge. My mouth went dry and I began trembling as she stepped directly in front of me. Her other hand rose to claim my other breast. And both hands began what was at first a gentle, tenuous exploration. Susan's eyes locked with mine as her hands explored my defenseless breasts. Her touch, tentative at first, gradually became bolder as she saw how my body responded. My traitorous nipples reacted. Swelling, engorging with hot blood. Becoming so sensitive that their aching almost made me scream with need! When her fingers, in their explorations, whispered against my throbbing nipples, my knees buckled, causing me to sag and dangle from the chains. Susan seemed amused by this. She smiled as the frequency of her fingers bumping against my nipples increased. She grinned broadly as her fingertips gathered up my areolae, pinching the sensitive tissues gently against the sides of my nipples, and beginning a soft squeezing, tugging, rolling action! Still hanging by my arms, knees weak underneath me, I heard my voice moaning a long drawn out 'Nooooooooooooo!' sound. But I don't know truly if I was talking to Susan or if I was talking to my own body; because, without warning, before I could do anything to stop it, my body began writhing in orgasm! A wave of shame swept over me as my pussy began pumping! Spurt after spurt of fluids ran down my thighs, some of them striking Susan's legs since she was standing so close! As I hung, humiliated, I heard laughter bubbling from Susan's throat. She released my nipples and stepped back slightly. "You naughty girl!" she said. "Did you just come solely from my hands toying with your nipples?" I knew this was a rhetorical question. I doubted that I could have answered anyway; I was still gasping for air. "I never knew you were such a horny little slut! That was the first time I've ever seen another woman cum! That was certainly worth seeing again." Once again her hands reached out toward me! But this time her hands moved lower! Involuntarily, I closed my eyes and I could not stifle a shriek. My arms jerked at the shackles, making a jingling sound. In the darkness behind my eyelids I awaited the contact of those hands with my most intimate places. But Susan, ever the tormentor, touched my belly instead. Her hands were soft and warm. As they glided over my skin my eyes flew open again, looking into her face. But she was not looking into my eyes, her eyes were focused on her hands as they explored my lower torso. The contact was exquisite! I moaned and groaned, and alternately sagged in my chains, and then stood on tiptoe. I squirmed. Again I had no idea if I was trying to escape her hands, or if I was offering different parts of my body to her hands. Actually, I was probably not really thinking. I was feeling! Finally I felt her hands slowly moving downward. Their journey probably only took a minute or so, but it felt like an eternity! They reached my mound. I jerked, I wriggled, I pleaded. Susan seem to spend an inordinate amount of time savoring the contact of her hands on my smooth skin there. In spite of my vulnerable position, a strange thought flashed into my mind: gratitude that I had remembered to shave yesterday. What if Susan's hands had encountered stubble? A fresh wave of embarrassment crossed my mind at the thought. As if it was not humiliating enough, having her discover my secret fetish! All of these thoughts flew from my mind as I felt her hands separate slightly and travel down across my groin crease and along my inner thighs. I was still wet from that orgasm and I knew her fingers were passing through my cum juices. I suddenly became aware of the power of my scent, hot and spicy, perfuming the air around us both. But there was nothing I could do about it. The contact of her hands was keeping me simmering. Even though I could not see them, from the feelings that I was receiving from between my thighs, I was sure that my labia were in motion. Filling once again with hot blood, twisting, unfolding; opening like flower petals on a warm sunny day. Susan next bent down, then knelt, apparently to get a better view. Without thinking, I closed my thighs together, blocking her view. Looking down, I saw an expression of... anger?... frustration?... on her face. Looking up at me she commanded: "Get those legs apart!" When I hesitated, her hand shot out quickly and her open palm cracked across one of my ass cheeks! I gasped from the sudden shock, and quickly separated my legs. Not only did this return the view that Susan wished, it also confirmed the power she had over me at this point. As this fact sunk home, I shuddered, wondering what she would do with this power. But this thought stream soon left my mind as I felt Susan's fingers briefly glide over my squirming labia! She brought her hands out where I could see them, and her fingers glistened with my fresh juices. She held her hand up, turning it this way and that, seemingly fascinated by what was coating her fingers. She touched thumb and finger together and then slowly pulled them apart watching a sticky thread stretch between them. She brought the glistening fingers closer to her nose and sniffed delicately. I wanted to melt into the wall behind me! What if she found my scent repugnant? I would die of shame! But then my eyes widened as I saw her tongue emerge from her lips and tentatively touch her finger! After a brief lick, the tongue withdrew into her mouth, and my entire universe came to a halt, watching her evaluate my taste! My heart began beating again when I heard a sound from her it sounded like humming. Still making this sound, she deliberately placed each finger, one after the other, into her lovely red lips and sucked them clean! "Very good," she said. "Different from my own, of course. But quite tasty all the same." Then she got a strange smile on her face, and continued: "Maybe you will get to compare the tastes sometime soon." My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of what she meant by that remark sank into my consciousness! But I had very little time to dwell on that thought. Susan again reached for me. I felt her fingers brush my labia in a maddening fashion. Just when I was about to shriek with frustrated anticipation, they entered me! Seemingly electric shocks ran from my pussy through my breasts straight to my brain! I yanked at my chains – I could not help myself! Her sensuous fingers explored, poked, teased. All the while I heard myself moaning, groaning, while I twisted in my chains. I had never felt such sensations before; my own fingers never felt like this! I closed my eyes to better focus on the sensations. I lost track of time. It might have been seconds, it might have been minutes, I don't really know. I do know that I kept my thighs obediently apart. I do know that my arms and wrists ached as I pulled on the chains, muscles straining. It felt like Susan's fingers were everywhere inside me. Curling and uncurling along my vaginal walls, and being copiously anointed by my slick juices. I noticed that subconsciously I had been pulling myself up with the chains, and then lowering myself again. This up-and-down action helped Susan's fingers move in and out along my vaginal tunnel! I felt another orgasm building – a ball of hot energy forming in my core, and expanding! It reached the intensity where I normally cum, but to my surprise it kept building! And building! And building! I am not sure how rational I was at this point. I think I must have been howling and pleading, begging for release! Then either Susan's hand movements or my hip movements caused one of her knuckles to gently nudge my swollen clit! I shrieked! I bucked! A massive orgasm overwhelmed me; its intensity was so great that I slipped into unconsciousness! My last sight before the darkness claimed me was seeing the spray from my cunt striking Susan's face – a face registering a mixture of pleasure and surprise! (continued in part 4) Submissive's Journey 04 As consciousness returned, I became aware of flashes of light beyond my closed eyelids. But my body was still twitching with delicious aftershocks from that massive orgasm. So I hung in my chains, eyes closed, savoring each rippling twitch, each drip from my still wet pussy, trickling down my thighs. Gradually, those quiet flashes of light became intrusive, interrupting my post-orgasmic ecstasy. Thinking about the orgasm, and what had produced it, brought back to my mind those final moments when my cum arced into Susan's face. I felt the hot flush wash through me as the embarrassment of drenching her in such a manner struck home. Of course, there was little I could do about it, hanging helpless in her power. In a way, it was her fault. The corners of my lips curled up in a gentle smile as I considered the fact that she brought that on herself! But I began to feel concerned how Susan must feel about this, and so I grudgingly turned my attention back to the world around me and opened my eyes, looking for her. I did not have to look far. She was standing right in front of me, and in a few minutes, I would become aware that her clothes were still wet from my spray. What immediately caught my attention was the source of the flashes. Her camera! Susan was photographing me! While I was unconscious she must have gone upstairs and gotten her digital camera. She was taking picture after picture, from various angles. I screamed, "No! Stop!" Still dangling from the shackles, I twisted to the side as far as I could, almost facing the wall. But did Susan stop? No. She continued to take pictures, now having an opportunity to photograph my ass. My vivid imagination gave me a crystal clear image of what she must be seeing. A naked whore, chained with her wrists high above her head, body slick with sweat and cum, still radiating the heat and glow of her recent orgasm. Entire body on display! No way to hide anything! And she was documenting it! "What are you doing?" I cried. "Recording proof of what a slut you are," she said calmly, with a gleam in her eye. "How would you like the world to see these pictures? How would you like your friends, maybe even your family, to learn that what they suspected all these years is true? That you are indeed nothing but a slutty whore." My heart almost stopped; my mouth went dry. It is one thing to have a secret fetish – to even delight in it. It is completely another thing to have it made public. "You wouldn't! You couldn't! We are friends!" I pleaded. "Correction," she said. "We WERE friends. The last few minutes have changed the nature of our relationship, don't you think? I think that you have a deep need to be submissive and helpless. To have someone dominate you; perhaps even torment you. "And I have surprised myself at how delicious I find having such power over a beautiful woman, such as yourself. I think I will enjoy dominating you, using you to fulfill my whims. These pictures are the first step in ensuring my hold over you. You will obey me, quickly and willingly, if you wish to keep your secret. That is, to keep OUR secret," and she smiled maddeningly. "I'll give you time to think that over." She took her camera, went to the stairs and walked up out of sight. I hung there, wondering where she was going with those pictures; what she was doing with them right now. Praying that she was not disseminating them to the world. Then I realized that she was probably not doing that, but putting them somewhere safe, to be released only if I did not comply. A fit of anger coursed through me – to be caught this way. Anger at myself, for acting in such a foolish manner. Anger at Susan, for taking advantage of my helplessness. But the anger dissipated quickly. I could not deny how my body reacted to the situation, and I knew my body was only revealing what my heart and mind wanted. Hadn't I dreamed about, fantasized about, being a captive? Being at the mercy of various tormentors? And here I was: a captive. A shiver ran through me as I realized that I was going to submit to Susan, submit to her will. My body started trembling, wondering what she was going to do to me and with me as she explored this new relationship and sampled her new power. What I did not learn until much later was that Susan herself was wondering what she was going to do with me. At that moment, she was sitting on her bed, heart pounding in her chest, going over what just happened. She could barely believe that she had threatened me in this manner. Her mind was in conflict; in all probability she would never expose my secret, no matter what she had said. She knew she had been attracted to me for quite some time; even had sneaked peeks at my body when I was changing, or sitting at the breakfast table in my robe. She had never dreamed that our relationship might become one like this. She had heard the word "dominatrix", but had never dreamed of becoming one. She had no inkling that she possessed such dominant energy! But having tasted the power, the control over me, she realized that she really wanted more, if possible. But not really by coercion; that seemed too foreign to her nature at this point. So she put on a brave face and descended the stairs, trying not to betray her nervousness, trying to keep her knees from shaking, as she approached me again. "So, have you thought it over?" she asked, staring me in the eyes. My mouth went dry, but I managed to stammer in almost a whisper: "Yes, I will do what you say. Please release me". Susan was mentally floored at this statement, she told me later. I did not sound angry, or rebellious at all, which startled her. Quickly re-evaluating the situation, she thought a few moments before saying: "You think that is a proper way to address me?" I gasped, wondering what she meant. I was agreeing to do her bidding, and I asked very politely to be released. I'm sure my eyes widened as realization ultimately struck. I tried again. Hoping that I was guessing correctly, I repeated: "Yes Miss, I will do what you say. Please release me, Miss". She smiled at that. My heart hammered in my chest as I realized that I had spoken as she wished. As a further indication of the change in our relationship I would be required to call her 'Miss'. I could not help but wonder what she would call me. Finally, Susan took the key and opened the shackles. I did not realize how weakened I was. As my wrists were finally released, my knees buckled and I started to fall. Susan instinctively grabbed me and for a few brief moments my naked body was pressed against her clothed one. As I stared into her face, grateful at being saved from being injured, I saw her face change as a new emotion dawned. With a strange gleam in her eye, she slowly lowered me to the basement floor, slipping off her shoe. "Kiss my foot," she said. I thought that maybe I had misunderstood. I looked up quizzically. "You heard me," she said. "Kiss my foot and be quick about it". I shook with humiliation as I slowly lowered my head to her offered foot. I tentatively pursed my lips, prepared to be disgusted by this demeaning act. But as my lips pressed against her warm foot and I inhaled her earthy scent there, something resonated deep within me. This act of submission struck a chord. It touched something I was unaware of until now; something in the core of my being. Instead of briefly pecking my lips against her foot – my original intention – I found my lips clinging. I kissed once, I kissed twice. Once I started I could not stop. I didn't want to stop. I found my lips worshiping her foot, something that probably surprised us both! Susan's voice had a catch in it as she stammered, "Enough! Stop, girl!" Even though the tone of her voice was strained, I recognize the command quality within it. "Yes Miss," I said. I stopped. But I remained head down, naked, kneeling at her feet, as I waited to be told what to do next. Thus, Susan and I experienced my first act of submission to her. We both knew that it would not be my last. (continued in part 5) Submissive's Journey 05 At this point, I found that I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Susan had to help me up the basement steps, and into the kitchen. She even went and fetched my robe, to cover my nakedness, and to keep me from getting chilled. As I slumped at the kitchen table, she prepared dinner for us. "I have to keep my girl's strength up," she explained. Tired as I was, hearing her refer to me as 'my girl' still thrilled me. We ate together, neither of us saying very much. I assumed that Susan, like me, was processing what had occurred. It was then late, so we each went to our separate beds. I did lay awake for a while, wondering what tomorrow would bring. As the new day dawned, I awoke refreshed, stretching myself awake. I dressed quickly in a T-shirt and jeans and went downstairs. Susan was still sleeping, so I set about preparing us a nutritious breakfast. I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and was amazed at how my heart rate quickened as she approached. She stumbled into the room, her hair still disheveled from her bed, eyes still sleepy, no makeup; but she looked lovely to me. "Good morning Miss," I said. Her sleepy eyes did a double take. I could almost see her sleepy brain lurch into gear. "You really wish to do this?" she asked. I fear I blushed a little, and I know I lowered my eyes, saying, "Yes Miss." "Very well, girl," she replied, with a hint of a grin. She sat down at the table. "You may serve me!" I did, practically leaping into action, eager to please her. I served her coffee, just the way she likes it. As she sipped, I arranged the rest of the breakfast – fetching things as she asked for them. "You may also eat now, girl." I quickly sat and began to eat. She watched me for a few minutes, and then said, "I think we should do this properly, don't you?" I looked at her quizzically. She clarified: "Kneel down next to me on the floor as you eat." A deep flush crept from my face to my collarbone as I took my plate went over next to her. I knelt down and began eating humbly. It felt both humiliating and also somehow 'right'. When we had finished, I did the dishes without being told to, knowing instinctively this was my job now. As I worked, I was very aware of Susan's eyes watching me. As I was working she said: "I know you have shackles, from yesterday. I assume you have other devices or toys?" "Yes I do, Miss," I answered. There was a slight pause, and then she stated, "When you are finished, you will show me all of your toys." "As you wish, Miss," I replied. I think I sounded calm, but I was anything but calm. As I said earlier, having a secret fetish was one thing; exhibiting it to another person was highly embarrassing. I had collected quite a few toys to simulate being held and tormented. Now I had to reveal all of them to Susan! Drying my hands, there was no more excuse for delaying. With a jittery heart practically leaping into my throat, I led Susan to my bedroom. I open my dresser drawers. I slid a chest from my closet and opened it. I started pulling things out, trying to ignore the gasps coming from Susan as she first laid eyes on my toys. "Are those real handcuffs?" she asked. "Yes Miss," I answered. "They are the first items I ever bought." Taking them from me and examining them, she laid them on the bed. "Those are obviously lubricants and vibrators – but wow! Some of those vibrators are huge!" I gulped, but said nothing. "And what is this?" she asked, holding up something that gleamed. "That is called a neurological wheel, Miss," was my answer. "What is it for?" Susan inquired. "The tiny tines stimulate the skin. I think doctors use them to check sensitivity." I had never had an actual doctor use one on me, so I was only guessing. "Don't they hurt?" she questioned. "It all depends on the pressure, Miss." This I knew from personal experience, having run those sharp prongs all over various parts of my anatomy with varying intensity. She carefully set that aside. "And this? This with all the strands?" "That is a flogger Miss." I looked at it almost as if it was a brand new toy, seeing it held in her hands, certain that having someone else use it on my body would be quite different than doing it to myself. "OOOHHH! I've heard of those, but it never really seen one before. Interesting." She set it back down. From the chest she pulled out a long thin item, looking at me quizzically. "That is called a riding crop Miss," I explained, answering her unspoken question. "You like hitting yourself with this?" she asked, rather incredulously. An embarrassing flush filled my face, making it burn with heat. I could not look her in the eye as I answered. "It stings – but it is somehow an exciting sting. I can explain no better than that," I mumbled. She smacked it experimentally a couple of times on her palm and said, "I see". She was also fascinated by my various clamps, asking where I placed them, how tight I wore them, and so on. I finally started to relax. I saw no sign of disgust on Susan's face, only a sort of interest and fascination. I did hear a sharp intake of breath when she was examining my gags, though. The ball gag and the ring gag did not seem to shock her. But when she came across the gag that held a lifelike cock inside my mouth, filling it, that caused her reaction. She said nothing, however; just looked at me very intently as my face turned crimson. However, I must admit that sharing all this with Susan was turning me on. I felt a familiar trickling feeling between my thighs and realized that in my haste to get dressed this morning I had neglected to put on any panties. I was afraid that my wetness would soon be showing through my jeans, so I subtly turned my hips a bit sideways, hoping Susan would not notice. She continued looking through my collection, her eyes gleaming. She caught me by surprise when she suddenly commanded, "Turn away from me with your hands behind your back!" I hesitated only briefly as my brain processed the instructions, and quickly turned away, placing my hands behind me. In a moment I felt the cold metal at one of my wrists and heard the snapping sound made by a handcuff closing! My other wrist was soon secured in a similar manner. This was the first time that another person had handcuffed me, and the sensations that shot through me in that moment almost caused me to climax! My knees shook, buckling a bit, and my body swayed – but I managed to stay upright. "Now turn and face me," Susan said. I obeyed. "Lean back a little," she added. I bent backwards slightly, causing my pelvis to move forward. Susan looked closely. "I wondered why you turned away from me," she stated. "Now I see why," she chuckled. Her finger prodded the dampness at the crotch of my jeans. "Even looking at these toys excites you, doesn't it?" "Yes Miss," I stammered. I could not deny it; not with the evidence practically in her face. To my amazement?/horror?/shame? Susan reach out, unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and dragged them down to my ankles! And there I was, cuffed and half naked. Having my jeans pooled at my ankles seemed to emphasize my embarrassment and vulnerability. I gulped audibly as I saw Susan pick up the riding crop. "Turn sideways to me and bend over," she commanded. I obeyed silently, and felt my body starting to tremble even though I had not been touched. She swished the crop through the air experimentally a few times getting the feel of it. After a few swings, she drew her arm back, and brought it forward again, lightly smacking the crop across my bare ass, watching my reaction. Without being bidden, I said, "Thank you Miss. May I have more?" Judging from my reaction, Susan inquired, "And harder?" "Yes, please, Miss," I pleaded. "Very well," she said. "Each stroke will be harder. You have my permission to let me know if it is getting to be too much." I knew she was telling me this because she had never hit anyone with a crop before, and was uncertain as to how painful it was, and how much damage it could do. She began slowly and rhythmically striking my buttocks, each hit gradually more and more intense. The growing pain blended with my growing excitement. My ass got hotter and hotter. I am sure that it was reddening. Moans began escaping from my lips, but I did not ask her to stop. Finally it happened; a strike so intense that as it cracked across my butt it sent a bolt of white heat through my very core. I cried out and came! Susan instinctively stopped, and put out a hand to steady me from falling over. I knew she could feel the ripples of my orgasm coursing through me. I think that we were both amazed that I could cum in such a manner! In hindsight, I became aware that it was not the pain from the riding crop that put me over the edge. It was the excitement of being handcuffed, my ankles restrained by my jeans, pooled around them, leaving my bare ass so obscenely on display. Added to that, I was in my bedroom, the various toys of my depravity scattered around me, and this lovely woman was the person wielding the crop. Of course I came... magnificently! "Kneel down before you fall down," Susan advised me. She assisted me to the floor. I knelt, one shoulder against floor and head turned to the side, hands still cuffed behind me. My burning ass was raised up, radiating its heat into the room. I don't know how long I stayed like that, panting and shaking, but I gradually became aware of my hands being freed from the cuffs. "Come on, girl. Get face down on your bed," Susan whispered. As I did, she helped me remove my jeans. Then she sat by my hips and ran cool gentle fingers soothingly over my reddened flesh. These acts of tenderness touched more than my skin. They touched my heart. Susan, inexperienced dominant as she was, had good instincts – good intuition. Even though she had just indulged herself in the whim of using a riding crop on me, she had been careful in doing so, watching my reactions and permitting my input to prevent seriously injuring me. In doing so, trust was building; actually, trust on both of our parts. I knew that if she commanded me hold out my wrists for restraints in the future, I would not hesitate to do so. (continued in part 6) Submissive's Journey 06 I will ignore the parts of this narrative that deal with mundane things:the two of us going to work each day, breakfasts, lunches, dinners. Of course we had to do these things. You can take that as a given, and you can also take as a given that many of the household chores fell onto my shoulders, but I did not mind serving. One day, early in our new relationship, Susan called me into the living room. "Strip!" she commanded. "Remove all your clothes – quickly girl!" I hurriedly pulled the clothing from my body, thankful it was a warm day. When I was completely bare, she told me, "Stand up straight, your arms at your sides, and do not move!" I did as I was told, wondering what she had in mind. She stood up and passed out of my line of sight. I did not have to wait long. She walked up behind me and carefully wrapped a dark opaque material around my head, covering my eyes. I was plunged into darkness! I felt her tie a firm knot at the back of my head. Not being able to see certainly enhanced my feeling of vulnerability. But I stood straight and still, waiting. Susan's voice came into my darkness, instructing, "Raise your arms out to each side." I did so quickly. In a moment, I felt something touch me. Correction. I felt Susan touching me with something. It touched my breasts and back; then my waist; then my hips. I realized ultimately that she was measuring me. She was very thorough. The measuring tape touched me here and there. I lost track of all the places. I could hear her scribbling notes as she worked. Finally, she said, "OK, girl. Lower your arms." She took hold of my hand. "Come with me," she demanded, and led me through the house. Blindfolded as I was, I was slightly disoriented. But I soon determined that we were nearing the front door – and I was naked! Fortunately, she did not lead me out the door; just near to it. "Kneel down right here," she ordered, "and put your hands behind your back." I carefully did as I was told, kneeling on the fairly soft rug and putting my arms behind me. As I anticipated, I felt the handcuffs click onto my wrists, securing me. Susan said, "I'm going out for a while, but you will stay right here, just as you are." I thought about protesting, not feeling very comfortable being left like this. But then I thought that perhaps Susan was testing me. Maybe she would only be gone for a few minutes. She asked, "Do you understand?" I tried to wet my suddenly dry mouth and managed to squeak, "Yes Miss." "Good," was all she replied. Then I felt wind on my bare skin as she opened and closed the door. I listened carefully, wondering if she was still in the room with me. But I heard her car start, and then drive away. (Later, Susan shared her mixture of feelings with me; anxiety at leaving me like that, mixed with the elation of how obedient her 'girl' was behaving). I do not know how long she was gone. It is difficult to keep track of time, kneeling in darkness. I wondered what I would do if someone knocked at the door, or rang the doorbell. I wondered if I could be seen through the windows. But I dared not look. What if Susan had driven only a short distance away, and sneaked back to look through the window? I did not want her to catch me disobeying. So I knelt, and I waited. After what seemed an endless amount of time I heard a car approach. I prayed it was Susan returning, and not some stranger. But a few moments later the door whooshed open, and I heard Susan say, "Good girl." She then untied the blindfold and removed it, along with the handcuffs. I blinked in the sudden light, my eyes accustomed to the darkness. Standing up at Susan's command, I had to lean over slightly to rub my knees, sore from the ordeal. Susan did not reprimand me. She merely waited for me to regain my control. She was holding a medium-sized bag, and explained that she kept her trip to a minimum this time, since she was not certain how long I could hold myself in that position. "How thoughtful of you," sprang ironically into my mind, but I kept this thought wisely to myself. She opened the bag and first drew out – a dog's collar? It was made of leather, thick and dark, covered with metal studs. I looked at her, confused. Were we buying a dog? As I observed the grin on her face, the awful truth struck me! It was meant for me! This was quickly confirmed when Susan said, "I think this will look lovely on you. Come closer and lean over." I flushed scarlet I am sure but I did as she commanded. She looped the collar around my neck and buckled it snugly. It fit perfectly. She had been careful with her measurements. "Go look at yourself in the mirror," she suggested. I did so, at first feeling very humiliated. After all, this was a dog's collar. But as I looked at it – and in many ways it was not much different than wearing a choker – something triggered deep within me. I realized that a dog's collar also symbolized ownership. Susan was visibly proclaiming her ownership of me. In a strange way, this made me feel proud. I straightened up and began studying how I looked from different angles. Out of the corner of my eye, looking into the mirror, I noticed Susan's face watching me. I saw it change into a blissful smile as she saw me straighten and begin preening. (Later, Susan explained that she was very apprehensive as to how I would react to the collar, and how pleased she was at the results). "Well, if you are QUITE finished admiring yourself, come back over here to me!" Susan growled. But there was a hint of a smile lurking around the corner of her mouth. I blushed. I HAD been admiring myself. I ran to stand in front of her. She reached again into the bag and pulled out: a long leather leash! As I stood gaping at it, she ordered, "Turn sideways." As I did, in my peripheral vision I saw her reach for my collar and for the first time I heard the click of the leash being attached. I cannot easily describe the thrill that ran through me as I heard that sound. As I turned slightly to look at Susan, I believe I saw the same sort of thrill reflected in her facial expression. A Mistress and her pet united by the leather leash. She then handed me the handcuffs. "Cuff your left wrist; then place your hands behind yourself." When I had done this, she reached behind me and snapped the other handcuff into place. Another small step on my journey of submission. Not only was I allowing Susan to restrain me; I was cooperating in rendering myself vulnerable. (Looking back on this, I see how Susan's actions were gaining my trust, facilitating this.) "Let's walk around a little bit," Susan said. Holding my leash and leading me, she took us on a complicated journey through our house. We wound our way through various rooms, on the ground floor, upstairs, even through the basement. A budding Mistress walking her naked, handcuffed pet through her domain. (You may be wondering why I was not 'walked' on my hands and knees, as befitting a pet. The answer is simple. Susan had noticed me rubbing my knees from my ordeal, and decided to let them recover, this time). As we returned to our starting point, she grasped my leash about halfway along its length with her left hand, gathering the remainder into her right hand. With amusement in her voice she explained, "Now we will see if you were paying attention. We will repeat our walk. This time you will lead. However," she cautioned, "if you make a mistake, there will be a penalty." "What kind of penalty?" I demanded. Oops! I saw her face darken a little and thought quickly about what I had said and more importantly how I had said it. Realizing my mistake, I quickly added very politely, "I am sorry, Miss. I meant to ask: 'What kind of penalty, Miss?'" This show of respect brought the smile back to her face. "That is a much better way of addressing me. In answer to your question – you will see, if and when you make a mistake. Go ahead. Start walking." The beginning of the journey was quite clear in my head, so I started out well. But as we went upstairs, I got confused as to the order of the rooms we had visited. That is where I made my first mistake. I became quickly aware of this as I felt a gentle tug on my collar from the leash. At the same time the free end of the leash came whistling out of her right hand to crack lightly across my bare buttocks. The surprise made me yip! I quickly change direction, entering the correct room. But soon, I made another mistake and received another tug and another crack across my buttocks; this one a bit harder. Again I yelped with surprise since my back was to Susan the entire time. But I found that I was enjoying this game. In fact, I began to deliberately make small mistakes, and I had to keep myself from giggling when I received my 'punishment'. Susan was learning to gauge how firmly to strike; enough to cause a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. I was actually saddened when we again reached our starting point – the end of the walk. I asked rather timidly, "Can we do it again, Miss?" With a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye she asked me, "Why, pet?" I flushed and I stammered and I scraped my bare toe on the carpet, but I could not meet her eyes. However, the tiny trickle of fluid from my pussy down my inner thigh betrayed me to her probing eyes. She came close to me and whispered in my ear, "Was that arousing?" I nodded, feeling the heat of my flush spreading down past my collar bone to the tops of my breasts. Again she whispered almost sensuously, "Are you close, my pet?" I swallowed hard and slowly nodded. "Come over here," she said, leading me with my leash to the sofa. She hiked up her skirt and sat down on the edge of the sofa cushion and commanded, "Bend over my knees!" It was a bit awkward with my hands cuffed behind me but I managed to drape my nude body over her lovely bare thighs. Once I was in position, she did not make me wait. I felt her open palm spank across my buttocks. I gasped aloud at the excitement of that contact, and the second time her hand landed I began to moan. Between each spank, her hand rested against my flesh; sometimes moving in a gentle caress. Soon I was writhing in her lap, rubbing my torso and mound against her thighs. Suddenly, I climaxed! The orgasm onset actually caught me by surprise. I felt the fluids gush from me as I rode the waves of my release. I was dimly aware of Susan's hand caressing my buttocks, prolonging my state of arousal. I admit that I was too wrapped up in my own sensations at that moment to be aware of what might be happening with Susan, if anything. As I regained my senses, she uncuffed my hands and helped me off her thighs to lead me upstairs by my leash. As we moved, I glanced back at the sofa, and was heartened to see a large wet spot on the sofa cushion precisely where Susan's pussy must have rested. Whether that was merely leakage from excitement, or due to her own orgasm from spanking me, I never learned. I saw no evidence of wetness on her skirt as she led me, but she had not been sitting directly on it when I was over her knees. She led us to her bed where we cuddled. She held my nude body close to her clothed one, pulling the cover over me to help keep me warm. We murmured to each other in this afterglow, and gradually drifted off into a nap together. (continued in part 7) Submissive's Journey 07 A major turning point in my life occurred when Susan purchased the speculum. (I am not going to attempt to relate my stories in chronological order – I am writing things down as they occur to me.) As perhaps you can tell from some of my earlier stories, Susan was fascinated with my cunt. Mine was the first that she had ever seen up close. I know from what she told me that she had examined her own with mirrors, but there is only so much you can see from that distance. Here I was, her pet, her toy, her plaything – and my body was hers to enjoy in any manner she desired. Over this period of time she had spent seemingly hours looking at my labia, clitoris, vaginal opening, anal opening – even my urethral opening, also known as my pee hole. Some of those times I was bound, spreadeagled. Other times I was unbound, my hands free to hold myself open for her inspection. Many times she had inserted her fingers into my vaginal tunnel, stretching them apart to open me even farther. So it really came as no surprise to me when she appeared one day triumphantly holding up a speculum. "Finally" she exclaimed, "I'm going to get a proper view of your cervix." Her enthusiasm made me both giggle and blush. But the thought of her having such an intimate view of my innermost recesses excited me. I felt my very sensitive labia starting to engorge (of course I wore no panties under my skirt – I seldom do these days) and the familiar sensation of the first drops of pussy juices forming at the edge of my slit. But Susan was getting very good at teasing and tormenting me. She did not immediately demand that I spread myself open for her. She merely dropped the speculum back into the bag that she had pulled it from, and set it aside. She had me simmering in low-grade excitement for hours. She placed the bag with the speculum in a prominent location so that I would see it over and over as I moved around inside our house. Moreover, if it looked like my attention was losing its focus about what was to come, she would casually drop a word like 'speculum', or 'cervix', or 'examination' into our conversation. And I saw the gleam that would come into her eyes as such words made me shiver and squirm. What a delicious agony of waiting. But I had my household chores to do, and that helped me get through the day. While I was washing the dishes, I thought I heard Susan in the other room talking on her cell phone, but I thought nothing of it at that time. The day dragged on. I found myself looking at the clock, and looking at the bag that contained the speculum. Sometimes my mouth went dry with nervousness; sometimes I was almost drooling with anticipation. But Susan is in charge – she is my Mistress – I could not demand that she examine my cunt; my job was to wait and obey. Finally my agony of waiting seemed to be at an end. "Come into the bedroom, girl," Susan ordered me. "Strip off your clothing, but do it slowly. I want to see your body come into view very gradually. I want you to anticipate this fully." What a devil she can be. I wanted to rip off my clothes and leap onto the bed. Instead, I did a very slow sensual striptease for her, undulating my body, turning as I undressed so she could admire my torso from several angles. I could tell by the look on her face and a light in her eyes that I was doing a good job, and this made me smile. Finally, I stood naked for her inspection, grateful that my body was clean and smoothly shaven. My nipples were proudly fully erect. My labia were engorged and ached slightly in their puffiness. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew that I better not unless given permission by Susan. She pulled back the bed covers, saying, "Get on the sheet, face up." She placed a small pillow under my buttocks which had the effect of raising my pelvis upward. She also put a couple of towels under me for obvious reasons. Pulling out the ropes that were already attached to each of the four bedposts, she lovingly secured my wrists and my ankles, drawing me into the familiar spreadeagled position. She even positioned a couple of floor lamps so that their beams fell onto my now prominently displayed cunt. Fetching the bag, she drew out the speculum and climbed onto the bed between my outstretched knees, also carrying a small but powerful flashlight. "I wonder if I should lubricate this," she considered, examining the speculum. I had to laugh. My pussy was oozing so freely that I knew I would lubricate it instantly. Her laughter blended with mine, and she bent over and kissed my inner thigh; perhaps my reward for being so patient. Then I felt her fingers take hold of and separate my labia, and I knew that my vaginal opening was now in clear view. I could not stop the quiver of anticipation that ran through me. I was grateful that the ropes were holding me firmly in place. Within moments, I felt the coolness of the speculum touch my opening, and felt it slowly slide inward. It slipped easily with barely any tugging. My pussy juices were doing an excellent job of lubrication. In moments it was fully seated within me, and Susan worked the mechanism to open its jaws. What a sensation! The feeling of being stretched;... the cool air entering me;... being the center of attention, the focus of Susan's world at that moment;... thrilled me in a manner difficult to describe. She clicked on her flashlight and peered into my very core. For a few minutes there was silence. The only sounds I could hear were the sounds of our breathing, and of my heart pounding in my chest. I was just starting to fear that Susan's silence might indicate disgust or disappointment when she said, "It is so lovely – lovelier than I imagined. So smooth, so inviting. It makes me want to reach in and stroke it. I wish you could see this. Oh, maybe you can." After saying this, she went to fetch her camera. Returning, she moved in close and took several pictures. With this digital camera she was immediately able to show me the images holding the camera close to my face. Ordinarily, I might not have been so excited about seeing a cervix – any cervix – but Susan's enthusiasm was contagious. While I was admiring her handiwork our doorbell rang! I am sure my heart and my breathing stopped for an instant. Neither of us had heard a car drive up. There was no time to untie me, so Susan drew the bed covers over me, and went to the front door, closing the bedroom door behind her. I heard the front door open and close, and I heard something of a mumbled conversation from our front room, but I could not distinguish either words or voices. There I was, tied naked and vulnerable on the bed. It was not a very opportune time for company. I waited there apprehensively for some little time, my mind starting to wander. I must have missed the sound of the visitor leaving, because Susan returned to the bedroom. "Who was that, Miss?" I asked politely. But Susan, wearing an enigmatic expression, did not answer. She merely walked to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold. Before I could protest, she slipped it over my head and I was plunged into darkness! She pulled the covers back off of my body, exposing me fully again. I could feel the heat of the light beams from the floor lamps striking my still elevated pelvis. And I heard Susan walk to the bedroom door and call out, "Come on in." I gasped loudly; but I thought she was teasing me again. And then I heard the footsteps. Someone else WAS present! I felt the bed sag as not one but two bodies climbed onto it. Trapped in my personal darkness, I cried out, "Who is here?" "Be quiet, girl," was the only reply that Susan gave. Then I heard the click of a flashlight and Susan comment, "See what I mean? Lovely." And I knew that some stranger was staring into my vaginal tunnel at Susan's invitation. I was mortified! I felt the heat of a flush of embarrassment start at my face, creep down my neck, and cascade to the tops of my breasts, which were also fully on display. Concentrating, I became aware of warm breath on each of my inner thighs as two faces bent closer to my pussy. There was nothing I could do about it. The ropes held me firmly. And, as I stated earlier, I am Susan's toy, her plaything; subject to her whims. Gradually, as my shock of surprise dissipated, I fell into a state of acceptance – of submission. I fully trusted Susan; I knew she would not let harm come to me. I knew that my body is lovely, at least in Susan's eyes, and perhaps she was sharing something she treasures (me) with a trusted friend; I hoped this was the case. I heard a whisper I could not make out, and heard Susan answer, "I don't know, but it would be interesting to find out. I'll play with her clit; you caress her breasts." I gulped hard and almost swallowed my tongue. The stranger was going to play with my breasts? Was this another of Susan's teasing jokes? But then I felt her hands gently tugging at my clit hood and softly stroking along its shaft – and ANOTHER pair of hands softly gliding over my now very sensitive breasts! I jerked in the ropes. I could not help myself. Being on display was one thing. Being touched by a stranger took my embarrassment to an entirely higher level. I almost choked out a protest, but then remembered that I had been commanded to remain silent. Regaining some semblance of control, I submitted passively to the caresses. But my passivity did not last long. How could I remain passive with four hands teasing me in such delightful ways? Susan, of course, knew exactly what to do with my clit to quickly arouse me. And the stranger certainly seemed to know how to give pleasure to a woman by means of breast play. I could not tell if the hands were those of a male or female, laying there in the darkness of the blindfold. But he or she trailed fingertips in swirling patterns all over my sensitive flesh. This had the effect of making my areolae crinkle joyously. Next the fingertips explored what seemed to be every little nook and cranny created by those crinkles, maddeningly avoiding my throbbing nipples. When it seemed that I was about to scream my need for my poor nipples to receive attention, the gentle fingers finally closed upon them, tugging at them with a gentle rolling action. That did it! The orgasm that had been building within me suddenly burst forth like a volcanic eruption! I thrashed as well as I could, bound in the ropes, and felt four hands holding my hips steady on the pillow. Feeling the extra pair of hands on me during my peak triggered something innate, prolonging my orgasm. "Wow! Look at that. Watch what her cervix is doing." Susan commented. Dimly I was aware that this is why they had driven me to a climax. To watch what occurs in my vaginal tunnel as I cum. I probably gave quite a performance. This seemed to be one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced, brought on by these unfamiliar circumstances and the state of submission that I had entered, allowing me to relinquish all control, and just FEEL. After some period of time – I have no idea how long, being lost in my sensations – I heard Susan say, "Well, I guess the show is over." I felt the jaws of the speculum closing, and felt it being slipped out of me. Someone's hands gently patted my labia closed once again. Susan's face must have come close to my head because I heard her whisper in my ear, "I'm going to remove the blindfold." I closed my eyes tightly because I knew the glare from the lamps after being so long in the darkness could be painful. But my mind was full of wonder about the stranger. Would he or she still be in the room? I had not heard anyone leave, but as my body gently rippled with aftershocks I was not really focused that well on my surroundings. The blindfold slipped off my head. I opened my eyelids a tiny bit letting the light flood in, gradually getting accustomed to the brightness. I finally felt I could open my eyes fully, and I scanned the room looking for the stranger, a bit uncertain if I really wanted to know who now had such intimate knowledge of my body. My eyes came to rest on and focused on the face of – Barbara? OMG! It WAS Barbara! I knew her. In fact I had secretly lusted after her for quite some time. Every time I saw her my heart beat a little faster. She was so darn cute, with a devastating smile, twinkling blue eyes, short blonde hair and lovely curves outlined magnificently by clothing that seemed to cling to her in adoration. I had no idea that Susan knew her. And here she was in our bedroom, grinning down at me. Grinning down at my... my... OMG!... my completely naked body tied spreadeagled on the sheets! I blushed bright scarlet. One of her hands absentmindedly pushed an errant strand of her hair back in place and I further realized it was her hands that had toyed with my breasts so wonderfully. I blushed even brighter, if that is possible, and stammered, "Hello, Barbara." This caused both Barbara and Susan to burst into laughter. After a moment, I could not stop myself from joining their laughter. After we all quieted down, and they wiped the laughter tears from their eyes (I could not, of course, tied as I was), Susan untied me and said, "Rest here a few minutes and get the circulation back in your hands and feet. Then join us in the front room." My voice may have quavered slightly as I asked quietly, "Naked, Miss?" "Did I tell you to dress?" she snapped. "No, Miss, you did not," I replied quietly, my voice pitched to a very respectful tone. "Then you have your answer," she stated and she and Barbara left the room. I massaged my hands and my feet, gathering my composure. After a few minutes I padded into the front room and saw Susan and Barbara sitting on the sofa. Hesitating only a moment I walked closer to Susan and knelt at her feet, my hands behind me, my eyes lowered, as I had been taught. This was the first time that I knelt submissively at the feet of my Mistress in the presence of others. In my heart, I felt that this would probably not be the last time. "See how well her training is going?" Susan asked Barbara. I almost choked in surprise. Barbara knew Susan was training me? Susan, ever alert to the emotions of her submissive, reacted to my expression of surprise, even though I had verbalized no question. "Yes, girl. I discuss your training with Barbara quite often. She has been fascinated to hear how well you are coming along, and what an obedient girl you are turning out to be. Today seemed like the perfect opportunity to give her a firsthand look." "And what an eye-full it was," giggled Barbara. "You are even more luscious looking than I imagined." Suddenly I realized why in the past when I spoke with Barbara she had that special twinkle in her eyes. She was privy to my interactions with Susan, and delighting in her knowledge. In response to her praise, I replied, "Thank you Barbara." Susan reached out and lifted my chin with a gentle hand, staring into my eyes and said, "I think you had better say 'Thank you Miss'." My eyes must have widened, because Susan nodded and confirmed, "Yes I have decided to share you with Barbara. You now have two Mistresses. I'm curious. How do you feel about this?" I did not have to ponder. I did not have to hesitate. I loved Susan, and I was hers. We both knew this. But I also had room in my heart for Barbara, and I was so happy that she and Susan were such close friends. I knew that I would love serving them both. "Oh Miss! I cannot fully tell you how joyous this makes me. Thank you, Miss!" "Barbara, slip off your shoe," Susan told her. As Barbara did so Susan said, "Okay girl. You may kiss the foot of your new Mistress." Lowering myself to my belly brought my face close to Barbara's foot. I took her foot carefully in both hands and raised it slightly as I lowered my lips. As I pressed my lips to Barbara's foot a feeling of ecstasy swept through me, and I almost swooned. This was the beginning of my service to the two women that I love most in the entire world. (continued in part 8) Submissive's Journey 08 I really don't know who gets more devilish impulses – Miss Susan or Miss Barbara. Of course, it is especially hard to tell, since the two of them often put their heads together, sometimes whispering and giggling, as they dream up ways to torment me. By "torment", I mean torment in the most wonderful, loving sense. If you recall my statement about how Susan could keep me simmering for hours at a time, just imagine what could be done to me by two intelligent, erotic, gorgeous women whom I adored. Even when neither of them is in my presence, the very thought of either can get me creaming in my jeans – that is, when I am permitted to wear jeans. They found ways to give me pleasure mixed with just enough pain to make my experiences exquisite. Today was no exception. The day started 'normally' enough. Barbara came over early to share breakfast with us. Some nights she stayed with us; other nights she went home for some alone time. I served them breakfast wearing an outfit that Barbara had purchased for me. It was sort of like a maid's outfit. That is, if the maid was actually a slut whore who had taken on a part-time job as a maid. It consisted of a small frilly hat, some frilly cuffs for my wrists, and 5 inch ankle straps. The remainder of the outfit consisted of an apron. This tied behind my neck and in the small of my back. The front came up enough to cover the bottom half of my areolae (letting my nipples peek over the top), and came down only enough to barely cover my sex. As I strutted in my heels, the loose ends from the tie at the small of my back dangled down, brushing my buttocks as I moved. As if that was not arousing enough, as I served my Mistresses, they would casually stroke my exposed butt, or my soft, sensitive inside thighs. Sometimes they would even reach under the front hem to whisper fingertips across my labia. After we all had eaten, and I had cleaned up, I noticed Barbara shooting a look of inquiry at Susan. It is amazing what information lifting a single eyebrow can convey. I saw Susan nod in reply. The two of them turned and looked at me. The look that they gave me told me that they had dreamed up something special, and I felt my knees go weak, and felt my heart hammering in my chest. What was I in for this time? Barbara said to me, "Go to your room, remove all that you have on, and then join us in the basement." The basement! My breath caught for an instant, as I remembered Susan first catching me in the basement, and how my life had changed since that day. "Yes Miss," I stammered, and hurried to comply. In my room, off came the heels, the wrist cuffs, and, with two quick tugs, the apron. Before rushing to join my Mistresses, I took a quick look in the mirror to check my appearance; a habit I've gotten into. It was a good thing that I did. I had forgotten the small frilly hat. I quickly unpinned it, and smoothed my hair back into place. At the basement steps, I slowed down both because I did not want to appear awkward and because I did not want to fall down the steps in my excitement. I don't know what I was expecting to see. What I DID see was my two wonderful Mistresses holding a goodly amount of rope and standing on either side of a chair. "Sit down, girl," Susan said. I did as I was commanded. "Hmmmm. I think we need your hips farther forward," Susan decided. I scooted forward until she told me to stop. Barbara placed something firm behind me that I could lean against, sloping backward. Satisfied with my position, they began tying me, securing me firmly to the chair. Loops around my torso from below my breasts to just below my navel held my trunk firmly in place. Loops around my shoulders and my upper arms held them back in position. Loops around my legs and the chair's front legs held them fast. This pulled my thighs well apart, fully exposing my pussy. To complete my restraints, ropes were coiled around my forearms and the chair arms, leaving only my wrists and hands uncovered, palms up. Barbara said, "Open and close your hands, girl. Are they working okay?" I experimented. "Yes, Miss." "Good," she said, smiling. I felt very vulnerable; immobilized, with my very sensitive tits and cunt left exposed. Of course, I trusted both of my Mistresses, but still, feeling so helpless triggers something primordial. I felt my body starting to sweat beneath the enclosing ropes. I focused on taking slow breaths, to calm myself. Just as I was getting accustomed to my situation, Susan handed Barbara a blindfold. Barbara grinned as she saw the look of surprise appear on my face. In a moment, I could no longer see her grin as she secured the blindfold over my eyes. The darkness was complete. Deprived of vision, my sense of hearing sharpened. I heard them walking around the basement, making noises. There were sounds of boxes being opened, papers rustling, things being gathered. I had not been aware that Susan had moved close to me, so I jumped, as well as I could, when she spoke into my ear. "We are going to play a game," she declared. From the tone of her voice I could visualize a great beaming smile as she said this. "We are going to place objects in your palm, and you are going to guess what the object is. If you get it correct, you get a reward. And if you get it wrong, you get a punishment. Barbara and I will take turns. Simple rules, I think. Any questions, girl?" I briefly considered asking what the reward and/or the punishment would be, but I doubted that such a question would be answered. So, I merely replied, "No, Miss." "Very well; let us begin. It is my turn first," Susan stated. There was a pause, and then I felt something placed into my right hand. "What is this?"asked Susan. My fingers closed on it. It felt hard, circular, metallic, smooth. After a few moments I replied, "A coin." "What type?" she asked. "Ummmmmm... a quarter, Miss." I was not certain, so I held my breath, waiting for her response. "Correct," she confirmed. And after a moment, I felt her hand glide caressingly over my right breast. Ohhhhhh. A lovely reward. After the caress stopped, I sat waiting for an indeterminate amount of time. My Mistresses seemed to be in no hurry. Apparently this game might go on all day. It became Barbara's turn. She handed me something heavy. It felt like the handle of some sort of tool. But as I was manipulating it with my bound arm, it fell out of my grip, and rattled on the concrete floor. "May I have it back please, Miss?" "No, girl. If you are clumsy, that is your fault. You will have to guess," Barbara declared. She was always the stricter Mistress of the two of them. "Is it a screwdriver?" I ventured. "No. It is an awl. You are wrong," she stated flatly. There was a pause. Suddenly I felt the sharp sting of a riding crop strike my defenseless breast, causing me to yelp! Now I had an inkling of the types of punishment I would receive. I also realized that the pauses between turns were designed to let me more fully experience whatever sensation I had just received, as my breast ached and throbbed. I tried to focus my mind for the next challenge. The item that Susan placed into my hand had a long thin shaft. I carefully manipulated it, and easily identified it as a toothbrush. "Right," she said. After another pause, I felt her fingers stroking my exposed pussy, causing me to moan softly. After a delay, Barbara put a tube into my hand. Without thinking too carefully, I said, "A tube of toothpaste." This probably came to mind because I had just handled a toothbrush. "Wrong!" she said. "Feel the size of it. That is our tube of KY jelly." I cringed, awaiting my punishment in the darkness. I think I must have subconsciously drawn my upper torso back hoping to lessen the pain on my tits. I was unprepared for the crack of the riding crop directly on my vulnerable cunt! I shrieked from the pain! Now I knew why the game was taking place in the basement. Its thick walls can absorb a lot of sound. I got Susan's next item incorrect also. I don't know why, because it was the mouse from our computer, and should have been easy. Perhaps my mind was still reeling from the pain coursing through my pussy. As Susan's soft gentle hand lifted my left breast I was briefly confused because she had said that my answer had been wrong. Therefore I was quite shocked when I felt the hard slap of her other hand come down onto the tit she was holding! I moaned again, but this time in pain. But I was correct guessing Barbara's next challenge, which was a large wooden spoon. After a breathless pause, I felt her soft warm lips engulf the nipple of the breast that had just been slapped. She began suckling, quickly transforming the pain into intense pleasure. The game did indeed go on for hours. My most embarrassing, humiliating moment came when I realized that after all this time tied into the chair, I needed to pee. When I informed my Mistresses of my urgent need to urinate, Susan said, "We are not going to go to all the bother of untying you at this point. Go ahead! Pee!" For a moment, that command did not fully register. "Mistress?" I queried. "You heard me. Pee. Now!" I felt a hot flush start on my face and creep downward, but I couldn't hold it any longer. Releasing my sphincter muscle, I felt the hot stream of piss flow over my labia and upper thighs and begin pooling under my ass on the chair. Even more flowed from me, the acrid smell of my urine striking my nostrils. Continuing to empty my bladder, I heard the sound of piss overflowing the chair seat and piddling on the floor of the basement beneath me. I felt like dying of shame, but my Mistresses merely laughed and gently stroked my chin and burning cheeks, telling me what a good girl I was. I was surprised at how much this gentle reassurance soothed me. As the game proceeded, some of the items were difficult, and my incorrect answers resulted in varying punishments with the riding crop or their hands. But not all of the blows were harsh. Either that, or it just felt that way because my Mistresses had brought me to a state of deep submission. I found myself trying to guess what part of me would receive the punishment. And to my amazement, I felt myself trying to offer that body part to my Mistress. Either I was an excellent guesser, or I was giving subtle clues by my body movements, because I often received the stroke where I anticipated. I was stunned, however, the first time I was struck on my feet. I had forgotten they were exposed and vulnerable. Once again I found the mixture of pain and pleasure I was receiving to be extremely arousing. I did receive pleasure – lots of it. I received kisses on my breasts, collarbones, neck, cheeks, lips; even on my open palms. No kisses directly on my pussy though. Perhaps the angle was a bit awkward, or perhaps my Mistresses did not feel that I deserved that reward. But my breasts were suckled, tugged, rolled sensuously until I groaned with delight. My cunt received its fair share of attention. My labia were stroked, tugged, caressed, and parted to expose the opening of my vaginal tunnel. The tunnel itself welcomed fingers, dildo, and ultimately a vibrator. Nor was my clit neglected, having its hood retracted so its shaft could be stroked by loving fingers. I had not been allowed to cum at all during the entire game, and by this time I was in a white heat of arousal. Ultimately, I heard Barbara say, "Now for the final item of the game, and this guess is for the grand prize." I waited. I felt something warm and soft placed into my hand. Closing my fingers on it I gently explored it and felt my mouth go dry. I managed to choke out, "It's a breast." And Barbara's voice came from directly in front of me, offering no clue, as she asked, "Whose?" I explored it even more with my hand, trying not to be distracted by how much its nipple was hardening. I knew that I had a 50-50 chance of being right, even if I took a wild guess. But the breast in my hand felt rather full, and Barbara is more petite than Susan. So I swallowed hard, and said, "Miss Susan's." There seemed to be a very long pause as I awaited Barbara's response. Hands went to my blindfold, untying it. As it was removed, in moments my eyes grew accustomed to the light and were able to focus. The sight that greeted me was both of my Mistresses topless, and Susan leaning over, her breast lowered into my hand. I was right, and I had won! They were both smiling at me in a way that made my heart melt. Barbara said, "Now for your grand prize." She lowered one of her breasts into my other hand, which instinctively started to caress it, as I continued to caress Susan's. They each reached forward and began caressing my tits, neck, face and hair, while Barbara took the vibrator that she had switched on and slid it smoothly into my self-lubricated vagina. Barbara informed me, "Since you were such a good girl in our game, you may cum as quickly as you wish, and as many times as you wish." My arousal was such that I did not need that command repeated. My first orgasm ripped through my body in what seemed like seconds after I had been given permission! It was quickly followed by a second, as my Mistresses worked their magic with their hands, and I received the giddy sensation of having their breasts in my hands and sight! After that, I lost track of the number of peaks I reached and orgasmic contractions I experienced. The sensations blending into an almost continuous release! Finally, I must have shrieked and slumped, my hands going slack on their breasts. Smiling, they straightened up and untied my restraints. Barbara took my chin lovingly into her hand to get my full attention. "Relax and rest here, girl, as long as you wish. We want you to feel fully recovered. After that, clean up the mess you made on the chair and the floor, and then go upstairs and shower yourself clean. Your duties are done for today." "Yes, Miss," I must have said in a dreamlike or trance-like voice, because they both burst out giggling as they climbed the stairs, leaving me to rest. The thought came to me that the basement is becoming one of my favorite places in the house, as I slipped into a gentle slumber. (continued in part 9) Submissive's Journey 09 What woman in her right mind dislikes shopping? None, that I am aware of. Therefore you can understand my elation when my Mistresses announced that we were all going to go clothes shopping! I rushed, practically romped through my chores, eager to set out on this adventure. I should have known that there would be a catch, a twist. After all, I was dealing with two devilishly erotic females who were constantly reveling in their developing power over me. My first inkling came when I was told how to dress for the shopping trip. Susan informed me, "Use this blouse, and this skirt. No bra, and no panties, girl." The lack of underwear was only to be expected, I guessed. I put on the silky blouse that I was given, along with that rather conservative skirt, since it came to about mid thigh. "Leave the two top blouse buttons undone," Barbara added. "Here are the shoes to wear. When you are dressed, check your appearance until we call you." Looking in the mirror, I looked slightly slutty, so I felt a smidgen of apprehension about walking around in public like this. Thankfully, the heels on the shoes I was given were not too high. They placed my calf muscles into a slight state of contraction, showing my calves to advantage. I hesitate to complement myself, but I thought I looked pretty damn hot. I was summoned to our front room, where I met my Mistresses. Both were wearing enigmatic smiles and holding things behind their backs. Barbara produced from behind her back what was obviously a butt plug, although it looked a bit strange. She lubricated it carefully as she ordered, "Raise the back of your skirt and bend over." I did not hesitate. Submitting to the whims of my Mistresses thrilled me more and more, each time I did it. As I obeyed, I felt her lubed finger prodding my anal sphincter with the cool lubricant. She placed the tip of the plug at my opening, and start to press. The plug slid inward rather easily with minimum twisting, but I still gasped as I felt its shaft enter and fill me. As I was still getting accustomed to the sensation, I heard a tearing, ripping sound. I glanced up and saw Susan tearing a piece of tape from a roll. She then moved behind me, and I felt the tape attach from one of my ass cheeks to the other, firmly anchoring the butt plug into place. My internal muscles must have protested slightly, because I felt them cramp and try to push the intruder out. But luckily, the tape held it fast, and it did not budge. I was pretty certain that if I had pushed it out, I would have been punished. "Straighten up now, and lean back slightly. Raise the front hem of your skirt," Susan commanded. As I complied, I also instinctively tilted my pelvis back, offering my naked pussy to her, since it was obvious to me that that is what she wished. My emotions come so easily to my face now. I am sure that both of my Mistresses saw a blend of surprise and apprehension as Susan started lubing the egg shaped piece of plastic that she was now holding. This device I knew. It was a remote controlled vibrator shaped like an egg. Therefore, I was not surprised as Susan parted my labia and pressed the egg smoothly up into my cunt. I felt it lodge into place, coming to rest against the butt plug, with only a thin wall of tissue between them. The feeling of fullness was amazing! "Now, we can't risk that falling out in public either, can we?" opined Susan, as I heard another ripping sound, this time from the tape now in Barbara's hands. Swifter than I could think about it, the tape was placed across my labia, sealing the egg into my vagina. The surprise did not prevent me from noticing that my wonderful, caring Mistress was making certain not to seal the region of my pee hole, probably in case I found it necessary to urinate during this trip. "Okay girl, straighten up," Barbara said. I did so, smoothing down my skirt, feeling the items inside me shift, heightening my awareness of their presence. "Now, a brief test I think," declared Susan. She pulled from her purse the remote which controlled the egg, and briefly switched it on. Waves of vibration erupted deep inside me. I barely had time to moan before the vibrations ceased. "Barbara?" Susan inquired. At this moment my back was turned to Barbara, so I did not see her also reach into her purse and pull out another remote. I was caught completely unawares when she switched it on and the butt plug came to life deep inside my ass! I inadvertently jumped and gave a slight shriek at the unanticipated vibrations. Barbara quickly switched it off, and I tried to regain my composure. "I think it was a good idea for us to test these here in our home before taking our little slut out into public," Barbara chuckled. "I quite agree!" Susan answered. She took hold of my chin to look into my eyes and asked, "Is that the way you are going to react while we are shopping?" I swallowed hard and answered, "No Miss." "Good!" she said. Barbara then secured my collar around my neck. I was going to wear my collar in public! I felt the heat in my cheeks as my face flamed with embarrassment. My breath caught and my heart jumped as I considered the possibility that they might lead me around in public on a leash. (But that did not happen – at least, not at that time.) We got into the car, Barbara driving, me in the passenger seat, and Susan in the backseat. During the drive, at random intervals, one or the other of the remote devices activated inside me! I thought that perhaps I would get used to the vibrations. But this was not to be, because my lovely tormentors never left either vibrator on long enough for me to become accustomed to it. I did manage to get my shrieks under control, merely moaning softly, and occasionally doubling over slightly as the vibrations coursed through the core of my body. These actions sure took my mind off of the car trip. We soon arrived in town. I got out of the car, tried to make certain my hair did not appear too disheveled, smoothed my now wrinkled skirt as best I could, and attempted to adjust my collar properly. "Walk ahead of us, girl. We want to watch your body move, and observe the reactions of the people that notice you," commanded Barbara. I began walking through the town ahead of my Mistresses. I was not walking with my normal gait, and I was certain that I was receiving curious stares from passersby. I found myself walking with a sort of mincing step, dreadfully aware of the fullness within my pelvis. It did not help much that my two mischievous giggling Mistresses, walking behind me, were intermittently switching on the vibrators. Each time the vibrations suddenly erupted within me, I groaned or I moaned, drawing attention to myself. Every once in a while both vibrators were turned on at the same moment, causing such sensations that my knees weakened and almost buckled. The distance between the stores seemed much greater than I had ever noticed it being before. Looking back on it, I can smile now, but the sweet agony at that moment seemed almost unbearable. We did finally get to some stores. First we looked to find clothing for my Mistresses. They got so preoccupied looking at and trying on clothes that the vibrators were silent for a long time. Silent, but still filling me, front and back. When we got to the shop that offered leather garments, Barbara and Susan found a treasure trove. They had me hold various outfits for them in the fitting room as they tried them for fit. And fit they did; like a glove. The black leather clung to their gorgeous curves, accentuating both their beauty and their aura of power – especially power over me. Apparently, since they were getting more and more comfortable dominating me, they felt they should look the part. When they slipped their dainty feet and lovely calves into tall dark leather boots, I wanted to drop to all fours before them, and kiss and lick those boots. Later, I was to get my wish. But for now, pleased with their new outfits, they placed their purchases into the car, and we walked through more of the town to other stores to look for clothes for me. Of course, with their hands now free, they brought the remote controls back into play, laughing softly at my discomfiture. Sweat had broken out on my forehead, but this was sort of a blessing. The arousal the vibrators were creating by now was causing me to leak around the tape across my pussy. My juices were slowly trickling down my thigh, some of it visible below the hem of my skirt. I could only hope that people staring at me assumed that was also sweat. My Mistresses purchased several outfits for me that could be used in future role-playing situations. Like the maid outfit that I already had, these outfits, while covering certain essential parts of my anatomy, in many ways made me look more obscene than if I were stark naked. Not that I am complaining. I love pleasing my Mistresses. Anything that enhances their pleasure, anything that makes me more pleasing to their eyes, makes me very happy. The routine at each store was much the same. I would be taken into a fitting room, where I would remove all of my clothing. (At the first store, I had to use my skirt to dry myself off, so I would not soil the garments I was trying on.) Then I would stand there without a stitch of clothing on, just wearing my collar, as Susan or Barbara would bring me items and watch me dress. At the last store, after a couple of purchases were made, I thought we were done. As I stood, nude, in the fitting room, both Barbara and Susan entered. However, they were carrying no new clothes. Instead they picked up my skirt, blouse and shoes, and Susan said, "Kneel down, girl." I was confused, but I did not hesitate, gracefully dropping to my knees. They then told me something that made my blood run cold. Barbara voiced it clearly, saying, "We are going to go out into the store and pick some woman at random, and send her into this fitting room. When she arrives, you are to use only your mouth to service her." "Service, Miss?" I asked, hesitantly. "Please don't act dense, slut! Use your mouth to make her cum!" Barbara snapped back at me. My mouth instantly went dry with nervousness, and I gulped convulsively – to do this to a stranger! "Do you understand?" asked Barbara. At that moment I could not speak so I merely nodded. Satisfied, they left the fitting room to start their search. I knelt there, my heart hammering away. I jumped at each small sound. My breath caught and stopped each time I heard footsteps; but these passed by my fitting room. I wondered who they would select; what their criteria would be. At least I was pretty certain that it would be a woman as they said, not a man. But still, this was completely unlike anything I had ever done before. I realized that that was precisely why my Mistresses were doing this. It was another step in deepening my submission to them. Gradually, as I knelt and waited, I grew accustomed to this new idea, and my heart finally accepted the command that my mind had already agreed to. So I knelt there submissively, my knees far apart, bare buttocks resting on my bare heels, my hands resting on my thighs, watching the door – waiting. Eventually I heard the footsteps approach! I thought I was ready – I thought I was prepared. But my breath caught, my heart raced, as I watched the door. It began to open. I was not ready for the face that appeared; a timid woman's face, her eyes enlarged by the glasses that she wore. The look on her face: apprehensive, hesitant, inquiring. Her eyes searched the room and finally came to rest on me. Her eyes visibly dilated and an appearance something like shock washed over her face as my nudity registered in her consciousness. I saw her swallow nervously as she slipped herself into the room and shut the door. She did not move away from the door. She just stood there, clutching her purse in front of her pelvis, her shoulders hunched as if to hide her own chest. She cleared her throat and stammered, "I don't know if this is a joke, but those two women told me..." Her voice trailed off. She tried again, "...they told me that if I came into this fitting room there was a young woman who would... who would..." Her voice ended in almost a squeak, "... please me..." and there was a long pause and then I barely heard the word, "...sexually". "Yes Ma'am, they were telling you the truth," I responded. "They commanded me to serve you, and I am willing." She thought about this for a bit, her eyes scanning me, trying to ascertain if I was telling the simple truth. "But you don't know me. Why would you do this?" "Those two women are my Mistresses. I submit freely to their will. I obey their commands. It pleases me to do this. That is all I can tell you as an explanation," I replied, truthfully. After a few moments she stepped away from the door a little closer to me and her shoulders returned to a somewhat normal position. "Really?" "Yes Ma'am – really," I stated with complete sincerity. I saw her swallow hard, trying to decide. In the quiet room I thought I might even be hearing the pounding of her heart. And suddenly, I felt sorry for her. She was being offered a strange unexpected gift; perhaps an experience that she had not had for quite some time, or maybe an experience that she had never ever had in her life before. So I tried to reassure her, smiling into her face, arching my back slightly to make my breasts more prominent, tilting my hips backward a bit to give her a better view of my intimate area, at the same time hoping that the tape stretched across my cunt would not be off-putting. I said with a gentle voice, "Ma'am, I really do want to do this for you. Please allow me." I saw her make up her mind finally and she asked me, "What do I have to do?" "Please come very close to me Ma'am, and raise your skirt," I instructed. A flush appeared on her neck, but she did as I asked, setting her purse aside, stepping close, and drawing up the front of her skirt. I suppressed a smile as I viewed the 'granny panties' she was wearing. "It would help if you would also remove your panties, Ma'am," I quietly suggested. The flush turned into a furious blush, and I feared she would bolt from the room, and I would have failed my Mistresses. But after a moment she said, "Please close your eyes." "Yes Ma'am," and I closed them tightly. I heard a rustle of cloth. After a few moments, she said, "Thank you. You may open them now." I did, and found myself with a close-up look of her mound, covered with a delicate forest of trimmed brown hair. Her surprisingly delicate scent wafted into my nostrils. "Okay?" She queried hesitantly. I tilted my face up to look into her eyes so she could see my sincerity as I answered, "More than okay Ma'am – lovely." She smiled in return and her body language became less tense. By now, I really did want to please her. I wanted her to experience great pleasure. So I leaned down a bit and started gentle kisses near her knees. I slowly continued the kisses up along her tender inner thighs. At times her body jerked slightly, skittering nervously. At such times I just stopped, letting my lips rest against her skin, letting her get accustomed to the sensation. I continued my slow journey upward. Along with the kisses, I added gentle licks with my tongue, pleased to hear the occasional gasps from her lips. As I got closer to her pussy, her scent intensified. Glancing at her labia, I could see them slowly engorging, getting redder as blood poured into them. I could feel their heat on my forehead. As her arousal grew, she subconsciously began tilting her hips backward. More and more of her labia came into view as they became puffy with excitement. At the slit where they joined, I could see the first glint of her juices. I wanted to take my hands and part her labia, opening her, but my Mistresses had told me to only use my mouth to please her, so I merely took my hands and placed them on her bare hips to steady her and myself. Her skin was warm and smooth in my hands. Finally the moment came that we both sought. My lips reached her labia and gave them a long delicate kiss. I heard a happy sigh escape her lips, and I glanced up and saw her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations I was giving her. When my tongue slipped into her slit for the first time, parting her pussy lips, I felt her shudder and give a quiet cry. Her taste was strange – exotic – different; but oh so enjoyable. I curled my tongue deep within her, scooping juices and drawing them back into my mouth where I could savor and then swallow. And then go back for more! She gave me more – and more. As her excitement built, she tucked the front of her skirt under her chin, freeing her hands so she could pull apart her labia giving me better access. Her gasps and moans were becoming very frequent. I could feel her entire body shaking where my hands held her hips. But suddenly she said, "Stop! Please stop!" I froze, afraid I was doing something wrong. But she smiled down at me and said in a shaky voice, "I need to sit down before I fall down." She moved over to a stool in the corner of the room, stripping off her skirt as she went. She sat down and spread her thighs apart and gestured to me. I scooted back between her knees, and again lowered my face to her cunt. As my mouth and tongue went back to work I felt her hands grasp the sides of my head and maneuver me to exactly the spot she wanted. She held me there as I kissed, licked, sucked, even nibbled her now sopping pussy. Losing control, she began bucking her hips, rubbing her fragrant petals against my face. My excitement rose with hers, both of us rapidly approaching a magnificent orgasm. So intent was I at pleasuring this woman, my face buried deeply in her cunt, my back to the door, that I was unaware that my Mistresses had slipped into the room to witness the finale of my performance. As the woman began to cum, they activated both the vibrators taped into my vagina and ass! The woman mashed her gushing cunt against my face, splashing my upper body with her juices at the same moment my pussy erupted, jetting my own juices around the open edges of the tape! I was moaning my own orgasmic release directly into the woman's still rippling vagina! What orgasms! Both of them seemed to roll on and on.... endlessly. The vibrators inside me were switched off, but I still shook and quivered. My cheek came to rest on the woman's thigh as I panted heavily, trying to catch my breath. I looked upward and saw her chest heaving up and down as she also gulped air. The glow of contentment on her face was lovely to see. I was only dimly aware of my Mistresses carefully removing the tapes from my cunt and ass, and freeing the vibrators. "Clean her up, pet," Susan said softly into my ear. But my tongue was already busy, gently lapping the juices that still coated her quivering thighs. After a period of rest, when both I and the woman were somewhat recovered, they asked her formally, "Did this slut of ours do a good job?" "OMG, yes!" was her reply. "She was fantastic! You can bring her to the Club at any time!" I must have look quizzically at my Mistresses, because they laughed at my confusion, and Susan finally introduced the 'stranger' to me. "This is Dani. She is not only a very good actress friend of ours; she is also a 'switch' at a BDSM Club that Barbara belongs to. She was very pleased to assist us today." "You can bet I was pleased! Your girl has an amazing tongue! She is gifted! I hope we see her at the Club sometime soon!" Dani enthused. I blushed and lowered my eyes at this effusive praise, but I was ecstatic that I had fulfilled my Mistresses' commands to the best of my ability! And I had a feeling there might be more such challenges in my future – at least I HOPED so! (continued in part 10) Submissive's Journey 10 Okay, even Mistresses can get horny. This became very clear to me on that day. My first clue was when Barbara came breezing into the house and announced, "I'm horny." Susan walked over to her, gave her a big hug and a loving kiss, and affirmed, "Funny you should say that. My hormones seem to be raging this morning also." Releasing their embrace, they both turned and looked straight at me. The expression that I saw on their faces – a mixture of lust and a haughty arrogance tempered with love – made my heart thump and my knees go weak. All that morning, my body also had been crying out with need. When women live in close proximity, their cycles often synchronize. This is probably due to the pheromones wafting through the air. Whatever the cause, I could tell that the three of us were in rare form that day. I felt the first trembling go through my body as I saw them begin to whisper together, their eyes glinting. After this brief consultation, Barbara said, "Come here girl, and stand in front of us." I quickly answered, "Yes Miss," and rushed to do as I had been told. I barely had time to wonder what I was in for this time, when both of them suddenly reached for parts of the clothing that I was wearing (not one of my newer outfits, fortunately). With a concerted effort, they ripped the clothing from me, and I found myself stark naked, seemingly before I could have enough time to blink. Being forcibly stripped by these two lovely aroused women was immensely exciting! I felt goosebumps ripple along my skin as I watched their eyes scanning me up and down. When the goosebumps surged over my chest they left in their wake rapidly hardening nipples. I wanted so much to reach up and squeeze and caress them, but I had been given no such command, so my hands remained passively at my sides. "Raise your arms and turn slowly in a circle," commanded Susan. My arms went up, my hands well above my head, making the flesh on my chest go taut, which made my breasts rise and my nipples stand out even more prominently. The fact that I was beginning to hyperventilate made my breasts dance up and down. I began my turn, moving very slowly. I was very aware of their eyes drinking in the sight of my body, now on display for them. I felt the firm muscles of my ass squeezing and tilting and shifting as I made the small movements required for this slow turn. Someone's hand glided across my buttocks as my back was turned, and I know that I gasped aloud, but I did not falter, continuing my movements. By the time I completed my turn, once again facing my Mistresses, my arms still raised, my body still completely on display, I felt the first telltale wetness at my pussy, and became aware that my pungent perfume was emanating from my sex. "It looks as though our little slut is just as horny as we are," Susan remarked to Barbara, pointing down at my cunt. I felt the heat flush of embarrassment leap onto my cheeks, but there was no sense denying it. "Now undress us," Susan said. This presented me with a common dilemma. With two Mistresses, and a command to perform a service for both, I was never quite certain who I should start with. In this case should it be Susan, the one who directly issued the command, or Barbara, the one who I realized was taking over a larger piece of my heart? My heart won the struggle, and I sank to my knees in front of Barbara, and carefully slipped the shoes from her feet. While I was bent down in this submissive posture, I asked, "May I kiss your foot, Miss?" (Later, Barbara shared with me how her heart surged with elation when she heard those words.) "Yes, my girl. You may," was her reply. My lips pursed and reverently touched her instep. I let them linger there as long as I dared, then continued with my task. Standing, I began unbuttoning her blouse with hands that shook with emotion. As I slipped the blouse from her shoulders, she turned to offer me her back so I could unhook her bra. As the bra came loose into my hands, warm and scented, it was all I could do NOT to crush it against my nostrils and inhale. I then unbuckled her belt, unzipped the side of her skirt and lowered it so she could step free. I was not shocked to see that she wore no panties. Task completed, I turned to my other Mistress, lowering myself again to the floor, and slipping her shoes from her dainty feet. Again I asked, "May I kiss your foot, Miss?" Susan answered in a sort of bored voice, "If you must." This caused me to quickly glance up at her face, where I saw a mischievous smile which indicated she was merely teasing me. With a smile of relief I lowered my face to her foot and kissed it very tenderly. I stood and, untucking her T-shirt from her jeans, lifted it up over her head. She stood there smiling at me with her arms slightly raised but not turning. I realized she wanted me to unhook her bra as I stood facing her. So my arms went carefully behind her back to find the hooks. The proximity caused my own breasts to brush against the material of her bra, making me shiver with delight. Her upper torso now nude, Susan stood motionless as my hands unbuckled and unzipped and lowered her jeans to the floor. My fingers hooked carefully into the waistband of her panties, and slid them off of her luscious hips, down her thighs and legs and off her feet. I could not help but notice how damp they were. "Go and fetch three towels, girl," commanded Barbara "...but do not run." "Yes Miss," I acknowledged, and began walking away on my task, fully aware of the four eyes glued to my nude form, now in motion. I enjoyed being the focal point of such scrutiny. In fact, I was beginning to suspect that I had a strong exhibitionist streak in me. I began to wonder if it was only a matter of time before my Mistresses would become aware of this aspect of my personality, and begin putting me on display in more public situations. Little did I know that being so attuned to me, they were well aware of this already; plans were in the works to make this a reality. But the uppermost thing at this moment for me was to fetch the towels. As I returned to my Mistresses, carrying them, I tried to do so in such a manner that the majority of my body would still be available to their eyes as I approached them. "Kneel right where you are and hold up the towels," Susan instructed me. I knelt, and raised them up. My Mistresses were maneuvering our sofa more to the center of the room. "About here?" Barbara asked. "I think so," Susan replied. She took the towels one at a time and draped them over the upraised back of the sofa. "Stand up, hands behind your back," ordered Barbara. As I did so I heard the ratcheting clicks and felt her encircle my wrists with handcuffs, securing my hands firmly behind me. "Now bend over the towels." Complying, I found that the back of the sofa pressed up against my pelvis, my thighs touched the back side of the sofa, my feet still touching the floor. As I lowered my torso, my now swollen tits pressed against the sofa's rear cushion. Susan walked closer and studied me. "Not too bad," was her comment, "but spread your feet apart farther." I did so, imagining what I must look like. As my feet and thighs separated, I could feel cool air now on both my cunt and my ass hole. With my hands cuffed behind me, I felt deliciously helpless in this position. "Remain like that unless you are told to do otherwise. Also be silent – with one exception. If you need to use the toilet, tell us. Do you understand?" Susan inquired. "Yes Miss. I understand," I answered, with a voice slightly distorted by my current position. By this point, we were all so horny that I expected to be 'used' immediately. I did not take into account the devilish deviousness of my Mistresses. Having put me in this position, they retreated to the kitchen, where they sat and drank cups of coffee! I waited – and waited. At least I was not hanging upside down with all my blood rushing into my head. The position was rather comfortable, although very lewd. I alternated between periods of boredom and periods of arousal at the thought of being used to gratify the lusts of my gorgeous Mistresses. Finally, they both returned and plopped down on the sofa on either side of me. Instantly, I was engulfed in a fragrant cloud formed by a mixture of their wonderful scents, and I inadvertently inhaled deeply and shuddered. They were so close I could feel the heat radiating from their unclothed bodies. By turning my head slightly to either side, I could view their lovely naked thighs. "Now, how do we choose who goes first?" asked Barbara. "We could flip a coin," suggested Susan. Barbara giggled. "Do I look like I have a coin?" Susan laughed. "Nor do I, but I'll get one," and she sauntered away. Returning, she said, "Call it," and I heard her flick the coin skywards. "Heads!" Barbara called. There was a slap of a coin on a wrist. "Heads it is, you lucky thing," Susan stated with a sound of mock disappointment. "Yayyy!!" said Barbara gleefully. "And speaking of heads..." I heard her wriggling on the sofa and soon her beautiful pussy slid into place under my face, as her hand pulled on the hair at the back of my head to raise it and make room. "Eat my pussy, you naughty little slut," she said. I suppressed a moan of pure excitement and lowered my mouth to her cunt. My tongue darted out and began washing her smooth labia. After I had them glistening with my saliva, I inserted my tongue between those pussy lips and began plowing them apart, opening her. The aroma of her scent thickened around me as my tongue explored and licked. It was not long before Barbara began moaning, softly at first, but with increasing volume. Her cunt welled up with her juices. My lips sealed over them as I sucked, drinking. Raising my eyes slightly, I noticed that Susan had sat down on the floor next to the sofa, her face close to Barbara's hip, watching avidly. One of her hands was out of sight down by her waist, and seemed to be moving slowly. I imagined that she was probably stroking her pussy, waiting for her turn. The thought came to me that in a few minutes my mouth might be drinking Susan's juices also. This made me groan excitedly as my tongue was flicking Barbara's clit, exposed now as her fingers drew back her clitoral hood. The flicking was the trigger that she needed. She cried out, bucking her hips against my face as she fountained up into me. As her orgasm abated, she rested quietly where she was, panting, as my tongue continued to lick her, cleaning whatever I could reach. "Okay, okay! My turn!" demanded Susan, helping Barbara move out of the way. She slipped her own cunt, already wet and glistening, under my eager mouth. I needed no command to eat her. She had already said it was her turn. So my mouth and tongue went to work, savoring the difference in taste presented by her juices, compared to those of Barbara. So eager was she at this point that she already had her labia spread wide open, her clitoral hood drawn well back. Looking down into her exposed vaginal tunnel, I could see its inner walls were in motion; rippling, almost making it wink at me suggestively. I plunged my tongue deep into that tunnel, and the walls immediately closed in, seizing it. I began swirling my tongue in her depths, my cheek rubbing vigorously at her stiffened, throbbing clit. One of us began howling; maybe both of us! And then a massive orgasm ripped through her, almost bouncing her off the sofa. She grabbed my head with one hand, both to steady herself and to help mash her gushing pussy against my face. I coughed, and immediately began swallowing as rapidly as I could. Time passed. Susan's moaning gradually diminished, and she finally released my head. She rested on the sofa, recovering, while I still dangled over the back of it, hands bound behind me. I noticed that my arms were aching. I must have been subconsciously tugging at the handcuffs as I was trying to burrow my face deeper into Susan's cunt. I don't know if I had actually cum yet myself, but I felt rather spent. I was making no attempt to lick Susan clean, and she, on her part, was not demanding that I do so. But apparently Barbara had had sufficient time to recover. I became aware of this when I felt the sudden thrust of a well lubricated strapon skewer my open unprotected vagina, and Barbara's pelvis slap against my upturned buttocks! The strapons used by my Mistresses have special plugs and base plates which also stimulate them as they fuck. I'm certain this impact must have thrust the plug deeply into Barbara's vaginal passage. At the same time, I imagine its base plate may have pinned her clitoris hard against her own pee hole, burrowing that firm rod into that sensitive button of flesh. I cried out as I felt the strapon fill me. I think what I cried out might have been, "OMG.... Yessssssssssss!!!!" but I'm not certain how coherent I really was at that moment. Whatever I said, Barbara got the message. She began fucking me with deep vigorous strokes. Her hands grabbed my hips, pinning me in place. My arousal from eating them both still had me at a fever pitch. Being fucked like this, I knew I could not hold back my gathering orgasm for very long. "Please, Miss! May I cum?" I pleaded, because I must be granted permission to do so. Barbara said, "Because you did such a great job eating my pussy, and because this seems to be a special horny day, you may cum whenever you wish, and as often as you wish. Do not hold back at all." I just barely managed to blubber out, "Thank you, Miss," as the first wave of an amazing orgasm washed through my body! I screamed! I thrashed! I wriggled on the back of the sofa as best I could, pinned in position by Barbara's hands! My cum was prolonged; it rolled through me, seemingly endlessly. The intensity of my orgasm, and the vigorous strokes of her fucking must have transferred to Barbara, because I heard her start into another orgasm of her own, and her pussy juice jetted over my hips and down my back. She stopped moving the strapon in and out of me, leaving it in place deep inside me, and held herself against me. I was grateful that she did not immediately yank it out, leaving me empty. After I gradually regained my senses, I realized that my bladder was rather full. "I need to pee, Miss." "Good girl, for telling me," Barbara said, and helped me up from my position. I felt a little woozy from the change in position, so rather than risking letting me fall, Barbara guided me to the bathroom. She did not remove my handcuffs, so I had to straddle the bowl, and release my stream. I was embarrassed to do this as Barbara watched, but I had little choice. My embarrassment increased as I finished because Barbara took some toilet paper, and parting my labia, dabbed at the opening of my urethra. I found it interesting that I could accept being used sexually like a whore, and still be embarrassed to be seen urinating. Barbara then sent me back to my place at the sofa with a loving spank on one of my ass cheeks. I was not there very long before Susan stepped behind me. I felt her finger smear a cool blob of lubricant over and into my ass hole. I gulped, imagining what was about to occur. I know that I tried to relax my anal sphincter, and I know that Susan did not ram me with her strapon. She eased it in. But still, as the wide dildo stretched my anal ring and descended into my ass, it felt like a hot poker was invading me! I stifled a scream as tears sprang up in my eyes and flowed over my forehead, due to my inverted upper torso. Bent over the rear of the sofa as I was, my puckered rosebud was the perfect height for skewering. When Susan's pelvis touched my ass cheeks, the strapon fully sunk in, she stopped her movement, giving me a chance to adjust to the intruder. What I was learning to do in such situations was to embrace the pain, not to fight it. To accept it; to submit. I trusted Susan. I knew that while some of the things that she did to me hurt, she would never allow actual damage to occur. I knew that she treasured me – that she also treasured the gift that I brought to both her and Barbara – the gift of my submission to their wills. As I embraced the pain, in some almost magical way it lessened. Perhaps I nodded unconsciously. Perhaps Susan just knew me very well. Whatever it was, she started a slow movement of the strapon at the perfect moment. Drawing backward, she let it slide almost all the way out of my ass. Then started pressing it forward, back into my depths. This entry was easier. And so was the next. I felt myself opening more fully. Pleasure began to mix with the pain. My cuffed hands clenched and unclenched. Susan's hands took hold of mine, transmitting through contact her feelings of love and care for me. I began moaning as my delight started to blossom. I found myself pulling at her hands gently, urging her to fuck me now; to use me. And she did. I was sure that Barbara watched as our mutual excitement grew. It was not long before we both cried out in our orgasmic releases. As I hung over the back of the sofa, body spent and Susan's strapon still wedged deeply within me, Barbara sat down near me, and lifted my sweating face to look into my eyes. No words were exchanged. Whatever she saw in my eyes met her approval. She leaned forward and gave me one of the sweetest kisses I had ever received from her. Susan removed the handcuffs immediately after this. As I said at the beginning, even Mistresses have days that they are horny. As the day wore on, I was used more by each of them. Not continuously. I was allowed to rest. They used toys, their mouths, and their fingers on me, both vaginally and anally. Over the course of the day, my lips, tongue, fingers and even my toes were employed to stimulate their lips, neck, breasts, tummy, vagina, anus, etc. I lost count of the orgasms I gave, as well as those I received. It was certainly a day to remember. The end of the day was made more poignant by what I learned next. Barbara, knowing Susan had something to tell me, excused herself and left. Susan sat me down, holding both of my hands, and looking with a tender expression directly into my eyes, stated, "I have received a job offer, my dear. It is an excellent opportunity, but it requires that I move to a nearby state." While I was immediately saddened, I was not terribly shocked. I assured her, "I know you have been looking for advancement in your work, Miss. I will miss you, though." Susan explained, "Of course, I will not be able to see you every day. However, the distance between us will not be so great as to prevent me from visiting from time to time. There is something else I need to tell you. Barbara and I have talked this over carefully, and Barbara has agreed to move in with you." My heart did a little flip-flop when I heard this. While I loved both Susan and Barbara, in my heart I knew that my feelings for Barbara were taking precedence. Barbara was a more experienced Mistress, and had a darker energy in her that both attracted me and also made me shudder and shiver. It was becoming obvious to me that Barbara could more fully enable me to explore my role as a submissive. I was sure that she would take me to my limits. Perhaps even help me test those limits. Perhaps allowing me to stretch them even farther, if I so desired. Susan was now telling me that Barbara would soon be living in the same house with me all the time. I felt a ripple of goosebumps run through my being. Also Susan was not going to be lost to me; she was not leaving my life forever. All this ran through my mind in what seemed to be a flash, and I nodded my acceptance of the situation to Susan. Relieved, she pulled me into a close embrace and kissed me tenderly. As a special treat, she let me sleep that night with her in her bed; something we had never done before. We drifted in and out of light periods of napping. Murmuring words of love and reassurance, both of us wanted to make the most of this remaining time together; sleep could come some other day. Submissive's Journey 10 Within a few days, Barbara and I had helped Susan with her move, and Susan and I had helped Barbara move in. I was now ready to begin a new part of my life, with my new, now full-time Mistress. I knew I was embarking on a new journey. Little did I imagine what this journey held in store for me! (continued in part 11) Submissive's Journey 11 I seem to remember saying this about Barbara: "I was sure that she would take me to my limits..." -- I was certainly correct. It was late morning of our first day of living together when Barbara summoned me into her presence. "Take all your clothes off," she commanded. As I began baring my body while standing before her, I could not help but wonder why I bothered getting dressed in the first place. I seemed to spend more time naked around this house than I did clothed. Thank goodness we lived in a relatively warm area. When I was glowingly nude, Barbara stood up and came near. I could feel the heat from her body on my exposed skin, and her now familiar scent enveloped me. Reaching up to my neck, she secured my collar into place, and then snapped the leash to its ring. Letting the leash dangle between my breasts, she slipped a blindfold, thick and opaque, over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Deprived of sight, my other senses intensified, especially my hearing. I became aware of my heartbeat, accelerating, as I wondered what my Mistress had in store for me. "Come with me, my girl," she said, and tugged on the leash. I followed blindly, resisting the urge to stretch my hands out and feel my way. Trusting in her guidance, I left my arms swinging gently at my sides as we walked. We did not have far to go. I knew the layout of our house well enough to be aware that she led me to her "office"; a room I was not to enter unless told to do so. Just inside the entrance, she said, "Stop, and turn slowly around." When I had completed a half turn, she grabbed my arm to stop me, and commanded, "Shuffle slowly backward, girl." After a few steps, I felt something cold and metallic under my feet. With a few more tiny steps something else also cold and metallic pressed all along my back. Barbara then said, "Perfect. Remain there." I felt her unsnap my leash. I heard her shuffling around, and some soft scraping sort of sound. After a few moments, I felt the first loop of rope encircling my waist. Other loops quickly followed, pinning my arms to my sides, and my body back against the metallic surface. Further, I felt loops of rope surround my thighs, and my legs. When Barbara finally halted, as best I could tell in my personal darkness, the only parts of me not covered by the ropes seemed to be my pelvis, and my body from my tits upward. Apparently satisfied with her work, I heard Barbara give a satisfied chuckle, and she removed my blindfold. As I blinked my eyes clear, I looked down and around and saw -- Barbara had tied me standing upright onto a moving dolly! The same moving dolly that we had used when she moved in. I was still taking stock of my situation when I felt the world tilt! Barbara had pulled back on the handles of the moving dolly, tipping it to get the proper balance. She began wheeling me out of her room, and maneuvered us into the living room. On the journey I happened to get a look at myself in a mirror that we passed, and sure enough, my face, neck, tits and pussy were on full display, while the rest of my torso, arms and legs were very efficiently trussed up. I could not stop the flush of embarrassment that crept down my neck, splashing over the top of my breasts. Once in the living room, Barbara practiced moving me around, traveling between items of furniture. She even tipped the moving dolly back all the way, smoothly lowering the handles to the floor. Even though she did not jar me when the dolly touched the floor, my stomach still lurched as my world went horizontal. I know I instinctively tried to move my arms to break my fall, but the bindings held me tight. What a marvelous feeling of helplessness! Barbara grunted softly as she lifted me back to an upright position, but she seemed to have no trouble with lifting and controlling the moving dolly with its firmly secured passenger. Turning us, she wheeled me to the back door. I had a moment to think, "She wouldn't." But Barbara opened the door, and calmly wheeled me out onto our back porch. Fresh air and sunshine struck my exposed body. I believe my flush must have deepened as I turned my head frantically from side to side, trying to see if I could be observed. Luckily, our backyard was relatively secluded. About the only people other than ourselves that were ever in it were the meter readers: electric and gas. This thought got my mind churning furiously, wondering when the meters had been read last. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed furiously trying to moisten it. But Barbara merely sat down on a chair and began to read a book. She seemed supremely nonchalant about my situation, calmly reading her book. I, however, could not be calm. I was on a constant alert, looking around, straining to listen. After all, I was outside, with my tits and sex in full view, strapped to that moving dolly. At each strange sound, I found my body involuntarily straining at the ropes, gently starting to sweat. My heart was throbbing fast inside my chest. I was hunching my shoulders, trying somehow to cover my exposed tits. My hands were straining under the ropes trying to reach and cover my exposed cunt. But it was useless; Barbara had tied me very securely. The sun was hot, beating down on parts of me that seldom felt the kiss of sunlight. After a while, Barbara went inside and brought us cool drinks. Of course for me, she had to hold the drink and let me sip it through a straw. It was refreshing, but after a while I realized that my bladder was full. "Miss, I need to pee," I pleaded. "No problem," she replied. She walked up to me, drew back my labia to uncover the opening to my urethra, and held my now empty plastic cup under the opening. I must have looked at her with incredulity, because she looked into my eyes and said, "Come on! I don't have all day!" The blush that started burning in my cheeks must have spread down to redden my nipples, but I could not hold it in any longer. As I released my muscles, I heard the stream of my piss strike the cup. Barbara merely looked on with an amused expression as I shook with embarrassment at peeing virtually in public. A perverse thought rippled through my brain, "What if she makes me drink it?" I prayed that the thought would never occur to her. As my stream of urine ended, Barbara must have scraped the last few drops off of me with the edge of the plastic cup. A strange sensation shot through me as the cup edge moved over that sensitive spot. I wondered if it was possible for a pussy to blush. Perhaps to heighten my embarrassment, Barbara then placed the cup, filled with its yellow pungent liquid, where I could see and smell it. Picking up her book, Barbara left me for a while on the porch, while she went back into the house. Alone on the porch, my apprehension doubled. I whimpered for a while. But I guess it's possible to get used to most things. Half naked as I was, bound upright as I was, the warm sun soon had me dozing. I awoke abruptly when the world tilted. Barbara was wheeling me back inside. "So. Being tied like this is getting boring, is it?" Barbara stated. "We will have to correct that." She wheeled me through the house to the living room right by the front door. Our front porch faced the street! A rather busy street -- cars, pedestrians! "Oh no! Please Miss -- not out there! Not like this!" I begged her. "You seem to forget who is in charge here. Silence! Hmmmmm.... silence -- that is a great idea," she mused. With that rumination, she went and fetched a ring gag. "Open your mouth!" she demanded. When I did not comply quickly enough to suit her, her hand seized and twisted one of my nipples, getting my attention. My mouth flew open first to say, "Ouch!" but I obediently held it open. The gag slipped into place, and was secured. To my utter horror, my world went dark as Barbara slipped the thick black blindfold again over my eyes. Weird sounds issued from my open mouth, unintelligible as only a ring gag can render them. I heard the door open, and my world tipped slightly, and Barbara wheeled me forward -- out onto our front porch. A ripple of goosebumps coursed over my skin. I was outside, bound and half naked, on our front porch, in full view of the street and passersby. For a moment I thought I might faint. Could a person die of shame? My heart was thumping madly. Strange mewling noises were all I could issue around the ring gag. Barbara stopped the moving dolly in an upright position. I heard the scrape of a chair as she sat down near me. At least she was not leaving me alone in my extremely vulnerable position. I tried to make myself understood in spite of the ring gag, begging to be taken back inside the house. I finally became silent when Barbara said, "Hush, girl. I cannot concentrate on my reading with all that noise." Soon I heard the sound of the first car go by our porch, and I cringed. Again my arms and legs tested the strength of the bonds that held me in place. They were no looser than before. All my struggles seem to do was to make my breasts swing back and forth slightly. "What a sight I must be presenting," I thought. Another car went by -- and another -- each one making me shake with humiliation. Just when I thought it could not get any worse, a car went by and honked its horn as it passed. OMG! The driver must have noticed me, and honked! Other cars passed, and some of them honked also. I imagined what they must be seeing: two women on a porch, one of them dressed and seated, the other one tied to a moving dolly with both her tits and pussy visible. No wonder they were honking! Since not all of the cars honked, I perversely wondered if some of them merely did not see me, or if the ones that honked were the ones driven by male drivers. Males seem to have an instinctive radar for unclothed females. At least I did not hear the screeching of brakes, and thankfully no sounds of cars crashing. I did not want to be responsible for car wrecks or injuries. I wondered if Barbara had thought this through. But there was little I could do about it. I could not even plead with her. Adding to my humiliation, the ring gag was making me drool, and the drool was dripping down onto my tit. As the drool trickled downward, the slope of my breast actually made it climb up and outward toward its nipple. I could feel it clinging to my... to my... OMG... my fully erect nipple! Humiliated as I was, I was getting turned on by my situation. Since I could do nothing about it, I was beginning to accept it. Even beginning to revel in it. I must have a strong streak of exhibitionism. But I sincerely hoped that I would not end up arrested and jailed. Actually, who would be liable to arrest? Me, for being naked? Barbara, for putting me this way? Both of us? My mind was wrestling with this, when I heard the footsteps on the sidewalk. Oh no! Cars going by was bad enough. Now a person walking by on foot? I felt my body try to get very small; try almost to disappear. I heard Barbara say, "Good afternoon." There was a pause while my heart stopped. A woman answered. A voice I had never heard before in my life said, "Oh. Good afternoon." Barbara inquired, "Isn't it a lovely afternoon?" And I was thinking, "Oh please, don't engage her in conversation." But the woman merely replied, "Yes, a gorgeous day for a walk. But the weatherman says that it may cloud up later, and we may have rain tonight." "Oh really?" Barbara answered. "Well, maybe I won't have to water my plants." The woman chuckled merrily at this practical statement. To my amazement, I heard her footsteps start up again and walk away. With no comment about me, or my condition. Maybe the woman was nearsighted or something? My heart started again. But a few minutes later I heard more footsteps, heavier this time. And my heart leapt into my throat as I heard a deep male voice say, "Really beautiful." Barbara replied, "Yes, I think so too." Trust a male not to overlook exposed female flesh. What now? Would Barbara invite him up onto the porch? Let him take advantage of me? I was mortified! But then, before I could attempt to utter any strangled sounds from around the ring gag, I heard his heavy tread walking away without making any further comments. While I was still quivering and shaking from that encounter, I felt Barbara move close behind me, and unfasten the ring gag. Still in my darkness, I started to sputter, "How could you?" But before I could say much more than the "H" of the word "How" -- Barbara's hand covered my mouth and she said "Shhhhhhhh" into my ear. She kissed my flaming cheek. When I quieted, she undid the blindfold. Expecting the worse, I blinked my eyes open in the bright light and saw... AN ORNATE VANITY SCREEN! Yes, I was out on the front porch just outside the front door. But Barbara had prepared this spot ahead of time. She had moved her portable dividing wall from the corner of her bedroom out onto the porch, and unfolding it to screen the entire front door area. No one could actually see me. Not the passing cars, not the passing pedestrians. With my gag to virtually silence me, no one had heard me, or suspected that I was behind the screen. As relief washed through me, I started to feel anger that Barbara had frightened me so thoroughly, and then I saw the impish grin on her face. Her eyes almost telegraphed the message, "Got you!" My anger instantly turned into a fit of giggles, and my eyes watered a bit as I released my pent-up emotions. "But Miss -- why did those cars honk?" I was truly mystified now. Barbara smiled, and disappeared around the screen, going out into our tiny front yard. She returned in moments with a hand lettered sign that said in large letters: "HONK IF YOU LOVE THIS WEATHER". Then, as I burst into laughter, Barbara quickly wheeled me back into the house, and untied me. As she sent me, still naked, out onto the back porch to retrieve the cup with my piss, and empty it into our toilet, I had a feeling that life with her was going to be far from dull. How true that turned out to be! (continued in part 12) Submissive's Journey 12 "Get dressed. We are going out," Barbara, my Mistress, instructed me. She gave me no clue as to where we were going, but I knew that I needed to dress pretty, because she likes showing me off in public. Luckily, I had already done my hair and my face. I slipped on a blouse and skirt over the bra and panties that I was wearing, and stepped into my pumps. I hurried back to stand in front of her, and gave a twirl for inspection. She brushed her short blond hair away from her lovely blue eyes, and scrutinized me carefully. "Very good," she said, and off we went. I was full of curiosity, but since Barbara was not volunteering any information, I assumed that she wanted to keep our destination a surprise. Before long, we pulled up to a nondescript building in the downtown area. Going to the door, Barbara pressed the intercom button, and announced her name. In a moment, the door buzzed as it was remotely unlocked. We entered. As I looked around, I suddenly realized that Barbara had brought us to the Club. Her bondage club. I felt a sort of fluttering in my stomach. I had never been in such a place, and I had no idea what to expect. The furnishings were rather nice and clean, the lighting subdued. Off of the entrance hallway was an intimate room, which turned out to be the bar. Barbara led me in, greeting a few of the people that she knew, and we found stools to sit on. I am not certain what drinks Barbara ordered, my eyes were too busy darting around the room, my focus on the people, and the decorations. I was careful not to stare too long at Barbara's gorgeous legs, emerging from under her short black skirt and traveling down to the high heels she favors, as she perched on her stool. Some of the people were wearing normal street clothes, as we were. Others were in much more revealing garments. Black seemed to be the predominant color, and leather seemed to be the material of choice. "Greetings, Miss," I heard a voice say. I turned, and saw a woman kneeling in front of Barbara. She was dressed in a harness like outfit, which covered her in all the essential places, while still managing to reveal an amazing amount of lovely skin. It only took me a minute or two to recognize Dani, the BDSM "switch" that I had encountered on our shopping trip (see "Submissive's Journey 09"). She was obviously in a submissive mode at the moment. I felt heat come to my face, and, truth be told, to more intimate areas of my body, as I remembered my interaction with her on that occasion. "Hello, Dani," Barbara replied. "You are looking lovely, as ever." I could see Dani shiver with delight at the complement, and bow her head slightly, saying, "Thank you Miss." "You are just in time too, Dani," Barbara continued. "It is time to get this girl dressed; standard newcomer garb; you are the perfect choice to prepare her," and she gestured in my direction. "Leash her, and take her away." "Yes Miss, at once," Dani answered respectfully. With that, she stood and produced a leather collar, and without a word to me, buckled it around my neck. Attaching a leash to it, she gave a tug and said, "Come with me." She led me out of the bar, and down a hallway until we came before two doors. One door bore a sign with a capital "D" and an arrow pointing upward. The sign on the other door had a lowercase "s" and an arrow pointing downward. No ambiguity as to which room was for Dominants, and which one was for submissives. Dani led me into what indeed proved to be the submissives' locker room. There were a few submissives present, in various outfits and stages of undress. What shocked me was seeing a completely naked male among them, and no one seemed to be taking any notice of him. I think I may have gaped a little as I took in the sight of his obvious muscularity, and his even more obvious genitals. But Dani also ignored him, pulling me by my leash to a locker. "Take off your clothes and store them in here," she directed me. I gulped, glancing over at that nearby male. Dani saw my hesitancy and told me, "If you have any feelings of modesty, you had better discard them now. Our bodies are often on display here. Whether you are completely clothed, half naked, or walking around without a stitch covering your body is at the whim of your Mistress. If she orders you to strip in a room crowded with people, and you hesitate for even a moment, you can expect a harsh punishment. I have been ordered to dress you properly, and I don't wish to be punished for failing to do so. So stop gawking at the other submissives, and get your clothes into that locker!" Stung by her words, I quickly turned my back on the naked man, and pulled my clothing from my now quivering body. As I placed my clothing into the locker, I instinctively drew my shoulders forward and down, my one free arm going across my chest to cover my breasts as well as I could. My thighs came together, my pelvis tilting forward, trying to obscure my cunt area. I hoped I would not have to stand like that for too long, before Dani dressed me in "standard newcomer garb", whatever that entailed. I was certainly not prepared for what she produced. The first item turned out to be a butt plug. Dani lubed it very carefully, grinning at the look of shock on my face. Then she carefully, almost daintily, lubed my ass hole, and efficiently slipped the plug inside. Attached to the butt plug, dangling from it, was a corresponding vaginal plug. Dani lubed this only lightly as I stared down between my thighs, watching. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she spread my labia apart, and easily slipped it deep up inside me. Next, she strapped a belt around my waist, and snapped a connection from the vaginal plug to the front of the belt, and another one from the butt plug to the back of it, adjusting the tensions, and making them secure. Taking my left wrist, she snapped a handcuff onto it, drawing it behind my back. Grasping my right wrist, she drew that behind me also, and I felt the metal restraint close on that wrist as well. When I tried to move my arms, I found that the handcuffs were also secured to the back of the belt. There was no way to cover myself like this. I was completely exposed to the looks (and it suddenly struck me -- to the touches!) of anyone nearby. I had not noticed that both of the plugs had small valves on them. But I certainly became aware of it when Dani attached a small pump to the butt plug and began inflating it. I felt it grow, and grow -- stretching me, causing me to whimper. Dani then attached the pump to the vaginal plug, and grinning mischievously into my eyes, switched it on. I could not tell if it grew in both length and diameter. All I knew was that before she finished I had never felt that filled before. I moaned and shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to ease the pressure. Dani finally unhooked the pump. She stood back and looked me over. "Perfect," she said. I could not believe what I just heard. "What? Where is the rest of the outfit?" I asked, looking down at myself. "Oh wait, you're right -- I forgot something," she agreed. She went to a nearby table and returned with... rouge. This she applied to both of my areolae, giving them a rosy glow. I'm afraid my mind wandered as I felt her fingers whispering over this sensitive tissue. I was abruptly snapped back to reality as she said, "Now you are all ready," with a big smile. "I'm going to walk around like this among all these strangers?" I said with incredulity. Dani merely nodded with a satisfied grin. She patiently explained, "Listen girl. As a newcomer, all of the club members are going to want to get a good look at you. Your Mistress will want you to display yourself proudly, since you are her possession. How you look reflects on her. Don't make her angry or disappointed. I warn you." "But, but..." I started to interrupt. Dani shushed me. "Listen, I told you. The rules of the club state that no one can touch you without permission of your owner. They can look all they want, but cannot lay a finger on you, unless your Mistress wishes them to. But I should tell you now that sometimes when a club member wants to create a particular scene, you may be borrowed to participate. Usually your Mistress will stay with you during such scenes, but not always." I was still trying to mentally absorb the implications of her statements as she tugged at my leash, pulling me out of the locker room, down the hall, and back into the bar. I'm afraid I stumbled a bit, not being used to walking with my hands secured to the small of my back, especially with such pressures inside my vagina and anus. When Dani reached Barbara, she sank gracefully to her knees, holding up my leash in both hands. Barbara accepted the leash with a smile. She looked me over for a moment, standing before her, naked except for the belt and the two plugs. I became aware of many pairs of eyes swinging in my direction, scrutinizing the generous amount of flesh I had on display. I did not have much time to blush before Barbara informed me, "It is customary for submissives to kneel when not in motion." "Yes, Miss," I stammered and began trying to kneel. I say that I was trying to kneel, because with my hands secured behind me I found it very awkward. As my knee bent, and my torso leaned forward, the weight of my breasts began to unbalance me. I managed to get to my knees without completely falling over, but they hit the floor rather harshly. Thank goodness the bar area was heavily carpeted. "Another thing," Barbara said. "Here at the club you will address me as "Mistress" at all times. Other Dominants you will address as "Miss" or "Sir" when required to speak. If you speak to any of the submissives, you can call them "sister" or "brother" since you share their level. Do you understand?" I bobbed my chin downward, lowering my eyes and said, "Yes, Mistress." "Very well. Let's see who's here, and I will give you a tour of the facilities. Stand up now," my Mistress ordered, tugging my leash. I found that getting up was easier than kneeling down. But rather than taking me immediately out of the bar, my Mistress started leading me around from table to table, telling me to remain standing, as she greeted the others that were present. I wanted to cringe with all those speculative eyes turning in my direction. But then I remembered what Dani had said. So I straightened my spine, allowing my tits to push forward. I know I wriggled from side to side subtly, trying to relieve some of the pressure that I felt in my cunt and ass. I could not stop the hot flushes that swept over me from my embarrassment at being presented like this. I did not -- I could not -- make eye contact with anyone. My skin probably went crimson whenever I heard anyone remark directly about my presence. Barbara received many compliments about her selection of such a pretty little slut -- me. More than one person indicated they hoped she would make me available for future scenarios. My heart hammered in my chest every time anyone suggested anything of this nature. Finally, Barbara was done in the bar and began leading me through the club by my leash. My humiliation heightened each time we encountered people wandering through the club. All these strangers ogling me! Barbara led me from room to room. If I thought that I had a large collection of toys in my room at home, I had to reevaluate that thought. The place was both large and well-equipped. Some things that I saw I recognized: floggers, whips, dildos in many sizes, harnesses with strap ons, and so on. I saw cages; some large, some so small I had a hard time believing a person could fit in them. There were ropes, and chains, and a myriad of places to secure them. There were frames, and wheels, and things that looked like sawhorses. So many devices my mind could not fully comprehend what I was seeing. Not all of the rooms were unoccupied. We walked into a room where a man was hanging suspended from the ceiling, groaning in pain, while a woman slapped his bare feet with some sort of stick. In another room, a woman was bound to a table and was being fucked by a man. Right beside that, a man was bound bent face down across a padded bench and was being fucked in his ass by a lovely woman wearing a strap on. Intent on their interactions, no one complained about our intrusion. The only sounds that they made were moans and groans of excitement. I never thought of myself as a voyeur, but that sight made my nipples harden, and I could feel my cunt muscles gripping that vaginal plug. If I had not been so thoroughly stuffed, I imagined that I would soon be leaking. Then we came to a room. A room with chairs along the wall through which we entered, chairs along the far wall, and tables holding various devices on either side, with only a simple frame in the center. The room was empty, and we were alone together. Barbara uncuffed my hands from behind me. Handing me four leather cuffs with metal rings on them, she commanded, "Bind these securely to your ankles and wrists." When I had done so, she gave each one a tug, checking my work. Then she had me stand in the frame, facing the far wall. Using chains that were dangling there, she secured my wrists to the upper corners of the frame, stretching me enough as to make it difficult to move. She then pulled my thighs widely open and secured my ankles to the lower corners of the frame. I watched her as she went to a side table and selected a flogger with thin, harsh looking strands. Returning to me, she stood before me. "I know that you can find pain arousing. For example, that game we played in the basement (see "Submissive's Journey 08"). Susan reported to me once of how you came while being smacked with a riding crop. We are going to test your limits a bit farther now. You will find that different strands of floggers have different effects on a person's body. These, with thin strands, tend to hurt quite a bit." She then swished the flogger she was holding rapidly through the air as an emphasis to her words. "Do you remember your safeword?" she asked. I gulped hard, my heart lurching, my stomach knotting -- my safeword -- that suggested -- I felt my knees tremble. "Yes Mistress," I practically whispered. I had decided on the word "red" as a signal that I could endure no more. "As a sign of your readiness and willingness, you will close your eyes each time you are ready for a stroke from the flogger. Understand?" she inquired. I swallowing hard... gathering my courage... and nodding, I slowly closed my eyes, and waited, trembling in the restraints. She swished the flogger several times... sometimes I felt the wind currents wash over my unprotected flesh, but with no contact. Once, she touched the flogger strands lightly and briefly to my side and I flinched. The waiting with my eyes closed was torment! Then, with no warning, the strands whipped heavily across my naked buttocks. I screamed and my eyes flew open involuntarily! I jerked in the chains, red hot lines of heat coursing over my ass! I had no idea anything could hurt that much! I almost choked out my safeword, not at all certain I wanted any more of this. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and for brief instant I felt almost as if I hated her. But that feeling quickly passed as I looked into her eyes. She stood calmly, with no expression of anger or pity. She was merely waiting for me to compose myself for the next blow. For a reason that I did not fully understand, I wanted now to be struck again. Maybe because I could not believe the pain could be that intense again. Maybe because I wanted to prove something to myself. Maybe because I wanted to give Barbara this gift of my submission. For whatever the reason, I closed my eyes again. I did not have long to wait. The harsh strands whipped across the backs of my upper thighs. I shrieked and pulled with my arms, trying to lift myself upwards! Again my eyes flew open as the intense heat claimed my unprotected flesh. This particular stroke did not seem quite as painful as the first. Did Barbara hold back? Were some of my nerves still in shock from the first stroke? I took a couple of deep breaths, bunched my hands into fists, and closed my eyes. Since the first two hits had been on my posterior, I was completely unprepared when the strands this time lashed across my breasts, barely missing my nipples! My body tried to fly backwards, and my arms and legs were pulled painfully as the chains went taut. But those pains were negligible compared to those on my chest. I looked down and saw the red streaks appearing, and sobs escaped my throat. Barbara must have seen some change in my eyes, or in my body language. She asked quietly, "One more?" I had perhaps been about to say my safeword. But I thought to myself, "One more, I can handle one more." So I closed my eyes once again. Pain unlike any I had ever felt before erupted across my lower back, as the strands bit into the flesh just above where the swell of my buttocks started. I had no idea that this was one of the most sensitive places on my body. My scream this time was more of a howl! So intense was the sensation that I lost control of my bladder! Piss shot from my urethra, hissing down between my spread thighs, and pooling on the bottom of the frame and the floor beneath me. Now I had humiliation stacked on top of agony. I tried to look back over my shoulder at Barbara, wondering if I would see disgust on her face. I found that my position precluded me from seeing any farther back than my outstretched arms. Finally Barbara came back into my view as she walked in front of me, and what I saw on her face appeared to be approval. She nodded, perhaps signifying that I had passed the first part of this test of my limits. She then strolled to a side table and exchanged the flogger she was holding for a new one. During this respite, I sagged in the chains and took stock of all the places that hurt. "This flogger has a different effect," she began, displaying it to me. "Its blows tend to dilate surface blood vessels, warming the skin and sensitizing it." She must have seen a look of horror on my face at the thought of those areas of my flesh now screaming with pain becoming even more sensitized. "Do not worry," she reassured me. "I will start with other areas first. Shall we continue?" I had heard references from time to time about a person going into "subbe space", but until this moment I was uncertain what they meant. It is something that has to be experienced. It is very difficult to describe. All I knew is that I was ready to embrace whatever Barbara wished to do to me. To let go -- to submit. I heard myself say almost dreamily, "Yes Mistress." And I closed my eyes. True to her word, she placed the first stroke across my upper back. It felt so different! A sensation of warmth spread between my shoulder blades. Perhaps my skin reddened, I could not see it to tell. I did not bother to open my eyes, I just turned my head so Barbara might see they were closed, signaling that I was ready for more. Barbara began painting my body with rhythmic strokes. Since she was behind me, the strokes covered the back of my arms, my back. I had an anxious moment when she reached my lower back, but this flogger did not increase the pain there; instead it covered the area with soothing warmth. Her strokes thoroughly covered my buttocks, thighs and calves. There was a pause in the rhythm as I heard her walk around me to my front. As I waited with my eyes closed, and nothing happening, I finally got curious and opened my eyes. Barbara apparently was waiting for this and looked me in my eyes, holding the flogger in both hands. I saw her eyebrow raise quizzically and instinctively knew she was asking me how I was doing. Submissive's Journey 12 Not wanting to break the mood with words I merely smiled and nodded, and slowly closed my eyes once again. The flogger swished through the air and began rhythmic strokes on my front and sides. They covered my arms, chest, belly and sides. But now every once in a while Barbara would stop and reach out to whisper her fingers over an area as she finished with it. She had told me how this flogging would sensitize my skin. Her fingers proved her point. Every gentle touch sent shivers of delicious higher sensitivity through my nervous system. The flogging continued down my thighs and shins. Then there was a pause, and I felt Barbara's hands between my thighs and realized she was opening the valves that inflated the plugs in my vagina and butt. I opened my eyes and looked down to watch. As the plugs deflated, the uncomfortable fullness dissipated. The plugs were pulled from my body with soft sucking sounds, and detached, along with the belt. Now the area between my thighs was completely exposed. The chains to my ankles prevented me from drawing my thighs any closer together. Barbara stepped back slightly and raised the flogger. My expression probably changed to one of being startled. She was planning to flog that extremely intimate and sensitive part of my anatomy. But she had gained my trust again, and with only slight trepidation, I closed my eyes. The flogger swished and made contact. I gasped and cringed, scared at being struck there. But instead of pain, again there was delicious warmth. My gasp turned into a sigh of relief. Several more strokes painted the area thoroughly, front and back. Then Barbara stopped and I heard her walk back to the side table, probably to get the third flogger. I did not even bother to open my eyes, hanging there enjoying the warmth I felt all over my skin. In the dim recesses of my mind, I wondered what properties this last flogger might possess. I was content to wait and find out. I heard Barbara approach again, and she must have seen that my eyes were still closed. She did not stop to explain about this flogger, but began walking around and around me, striking random areas of my skin. The warm sensitive skin began erupting with erotic sensations! Tingling nerve endings flooded my brain with ecstasy! I found myself straining in my chains But this time I was not straining to avoid any strokes. This time I was straining to present my body to the kisses of this flogger! If I sensed that Barbara was nearing my chest I arched my back to press my tits forward, almost begging her to strike there. If she was walking behind me, I bent to stick out my ass, offering that flesh. I was not gasping; I was moaning. The moaning started low and quiet, but got louder, and louder. Some of the blows struck my pussy, whose labia were now swollen and receptive. I felt my wetness trickling from my slit. My pussy juices perfumed the air around us; my arousal was reaching a peak. My engorged clit emerged unprotected from its hood and a well-placed stroke from the flogger finally triggered my orgasm! Strange sounds issued from my throat as my cunt erupted, pumping my pussy juices from my vaginal well! I shook -- I bucked -- I quivered, pulling at the chains that held my ankles and wrists. As I came, Barbara continued stroking my flesh with that marvelous flogger, prolonging my orgasm amazingly. Finally, she stopped, standing in front of me. Hanging quietly now in the chains, slumped and spent, I again opened my eyes, to see her standing there beaming at me with happiness. I started to weakly smile back at her, when I heard the beginning of the applause. Again, I tried to look back over my shoulder, unable to see far enough. Barbara unlocked some mechanism, smoothly and effortlessly rotating the entire frame one half circle. I found we were no longer alone in the room! About half of the chairs were now occupied. I was not certain when these people came in. Perhaps my screams during the harsh flogging had drawn their attention, and also masked any sounds of entry they might have made. Once Barbara had started on me with the second flogger, I had rarely opened my eyes. I was so focused on the sensations at that point that it was surely possible for more to enter quietly without me noticing. Now they were applauding, showing approval. Approval for Barbara's expertise? Approval for my submission of control to the point of orgasm? Both? It did not matter. I was naked and I was on display and I had not only lost control of my bladder earlier; I had just experienced a wonderful orgasm in front of a group of virtual strangers! I felt a wave of embarrassment sweep down my body. But at the same time I also felt a wave of pride and happiness travel through me. I could not help but be proud of the way that I endured this test given to me by my Mistress. I was happy to be her girl. And in some perverse way, having the approval of these strangers pleased me, and began to open the door to my formerly repressed desire for exhibitionism. Pondering this later, I began to look forward to more visits to the club with my Mistress; perhaps even looking forward to taking part in the scenarios with other Dominants and submissives. (continued in part 13) Submissive's Journey 13 I have learned, often the hard way, not to be too nosy about what my Mistress is doing. In fact, I noticed that she has about four levels of physically chastising me for infractions. If it is a minor infraction, and she is feeling playful, she spanks my butt. If it is more serious, she slaps my tits rather hard. If she is extremely angry, I will receive the unpleasant feeling of her open palm swatting hard against my pussy! But the worst physical chastisement of all occurs when she feels I am being disrespectful to her – then, with little warning, her hand will crack across my face. By her logic, being struck in the face is the most disrespectful thing that one person can do to another. Therefore my disrespect warrants an extremely disrespectful response. I listed "physical" chastisements because her "mental" chastisement is the ultimate punishment. If she is irate with me, she merely withdraws herself from me, acting as if I do not exist. This makes me wither, like a flower without sun and water. I only experienced that once, and I never want to be punished like that again. I mention all this to explain why, when I come upon her doing something unusual, I usually avert my eyes and continue about my business. Therefore, the day I entered the kitchen and found her staring at a block of ice, I merely asked for her pardon in interrupting her, and hastily beat a retreat. I admit I was curious, but not curious enough to risk her displeasure. This went on for several days – I know this, because I was made to clean up the water spillage in the kitchen each time. Then came the day that I learned what this was all about. From our living room, Barbara summoned me, "Come here, my pet." As I approached her, preparing to kneel, she said, "Remain standing where you are." She carefully undressed me. Sometimes she commands me to strip quickly; sometimes she commands me to strip slowly and sensuously, like doing a seductive striptease. But sometimes, she indulges herself in the pleasure of removing my garments with her own hands. I love the feeling of her hands undoing my buttons, unhooking my bra, loosening my belt, unzipping and lowering my skirt or slacks. By the time her hands grasp the waistband of my panties, and begin pulling them downward, I am always already wet and shaking with desire. But on this day, after undressing me, she did not touch my body at all, other than to take my wrists behind my back, and secure them with handcuffs. As usual, she double locked the cuffs, a safety precaution so that if I struggled or rolled around, placing my weight on them, they would not close any tighter against my wrists. The one day she forgot to do this, and I was in agony in moments. She quickly had to release the cuffs before any real damage could occur. After that, she was always careful to apply the double lock. Now, as I stood naked and handcuffed in the center of the room, my Mistress went into the kitchen, and returned with a block of ice. "Inside this block of ice," she said, "is the key to your handcuffs. From careful research, I know it will take approximately 2 hours for it to melt enough to free the key. Unfortunately, in one hour, two men will arrive here at the house whom I have invited. Our arrangement is such that if they manage to lay hands upon you while you are still cuffed, they have my permission to use you in any way they see fit for four hours. Of course, they will not be allowed to do any permanent damage to your body; I will be observing. But these men are rather rough, and they take great pleasure in hurting women. Indeed, they seem most satisfied when the woman that they are enjoying is crying, sobbing her heart out, and begging them, pleading with them, to please, please stop what they are doing. And they don't stop, they then make it worse! They seem to have an innate ability to invent ingenious ways to humiliate a woman! I have seen their work in the past, and it always amazes me!" As she was explaining this to me, I felt my mouth go dry, and my stomach twist into a knot. I was already building a mental image of these two fiends. I did not like what I was seeing at all! To be at their mercy? For four very long hours? I felt my body cringing, its various parts trying to draw together at my center, to make me very small, perhaps so I could disappear. I thought about pleading with my Mistress, for her to cancel this, and spare me. But I also realized that she had put a lot of work into this – setting this up. It seemed that she had some sort of admiration for these two brutes. She was probably very curious as to what they would do to me, as their playmate. I have a strong streak of curiosity, but in this instance, I had absolutely no curiosity about their intentions. Finally I came to the realization that I was being presented with a challenge, and an opportunity to again explore my limits with my Mistress. Therefore, I tried to quell my apprehension, and focus on what my Mistress said next. "You may not use any tools on this block of ice," she explained. "For instance, you may not place it in the sink and run hot water on it. You may not heat it on the stove. You also may not attempt to break it in any way, for instance, by stomping on it or dropping it onto the floor. You may try to speed the melting of the ice with the heat from your body, if you wish, but that is all. If you do anything that I perceive as cheating, you will forfeit this game, and I will give you to the men for SIX hours. Do you understand these rules?" "I think I do, Mistress. But if I am uncertain if something is permissible, may I ask you?" I queried. "Yes, my pet. That would probably be the prudent thing to do." She glanced at the clock. "Perfect timing. It is now one hour until they are due to arrive. You had better get busy." "Yes Mistress. Mistress, you said I could use the heat of my body. Does that include my breath?" "Yes, using your breath is permissible," she confirmed. "Thank you, Mistress." I immediately bent over the table where the block of ice stood, and started exhaling warm breath onto it as fast as I could. Barbara settled herself into a comfortable seat, smiling as she watched me begin to pump my lungs, forcing warm air onto the block. I'm sure she enjoyed the view of my bobbing naked ass and swaying tits as I frantically exhaled. Soon I became quite dizzy, and had to stop before I keeled over. The ice showed hardly any signs of melting. I turned my back to the table, and felt blindly behind me with my cuffed hands. They soon found the ice, and I tried pressing my warm hands on the frigid surface. It was so cold that the immediate sensation of chill quickly turned into a feeling of burning on the palms of my hands, and I soon had to let go. I knew that in the winter time, when my hands got cold, I warmed them in my armpits. Surely this part of my body must give off a lot of heat. I turned sideways to the table, and wasted several minutes trying to maneuver myself to get my armpit over the ice block. Finally I was in position, and carefully lowered myself. My mouth opened to release a loud shriek as I pressed the freezing structure against my armpit! But I gritted my teeth and stood it as long as I could. I turned and repeated it with my other armpit. Precious minutes had passed, but I did finally have a small pool of water at the base of the block. I glanced over at my Mistress. She seemed highly amused. It was not often that I put on such a performance for her. To give my armpits a chance to recover, I again leaned over to blow warm air onto the ice. But as the minutes passed, I became more and more anxious. Almost half an hour had passed, and to be honest, in my apprehensive state I could not easily judge how much progress I had made. I had to do something more radical! Again I turned my back to the table and felt around for the ice. Once I had it in my hands, I lifted it and moved out away from the table. "Careful, pet. Don't drop it!" Mistress warned me. The shock of hearing this admonition in the quiet room almost DID make me drop it! After a couple of heart stopping moments of fumbling, my hands got it back under control. Now I carefully knelt down on the floor, and leaning backwards slightly, lowered it carefully to the surface. I then flopped onto my left shoulder from my kneeling position, ending up on my left side, my hands still cuffed behind me. I scooted over to the ice, and tried to wrap my tummy around it on the floor. This proved to not only be cold, but also awkward. Steeling myself against what I do was to come, I slowly rolled my tummy directly up on top of the ice. It's cold fire seared into my belly! I could tell that I was accelerating its rate of melting, but my body could not stand that for very long. Wriggling and squirming my naked body towards my feet, I managed to work the ice up to the space between my breasts. A pool of cold water was now seeping away from the slowly diminishing block of ice. The freezing sensation was not only at the center of my chest, but also along the inner sides of each of my tits. The sensation hardened my nipples, while at the same time my body weight made these now rock hard pebbles shove up into my breast tissue! I looked at the clock. OMG! I was running out of time! I needed to do something drastic. I swallowed hard as I realized the warmest place that remained on my body. But I was laying on my belly with my hands cuffed at the small of my back. I had to get upright again – and fast! Abandoning the ice for the moment, I wriggled over to the low coffee table. I managed to brace myself on it with my forehead, and then managed to work a shoulder onto it, then levered myself upright. Racing against the clock, I scooted back over to the ice. Gathering all my courage, I spread my thighs apart, positioned my cunt directly over the ice, and lowered myself. I managed not to scream. But a loud gasp escaped my lips as the remaining melting block of ice slipped up between my labia! I was not certain how long I could stand this, but looking at the clock, this seemed to be my last hope. Ice cold water was now flowing from my cunt, but my inner folds were chilling fast. Whenever I heard a car slow down outside, my heart almost stopped. I feared that the two men were arriving! I looked over at Barbara, my Mistress. I blush now to admit this, but I was desperate! I let my gaze wander over her, looking at her short, blond, shining hair, her blue eyes framed with those beautiful eyelashes, and those red, very desirable lips. The pain from the chill inside my cunt eased as I looked at her slim, petite form, covered in a lovely, but thin dress. It was thin enough to show her gorgeous B cup breasts with their perky nipples. A dress short enough to display her exciting thighs and calves, with her dainty feet encased in her elegant stilettos. Her smile, as she watched me struggle, encouraged me to mentally undress her, and quickly. In my mind's eye, she sat there, nude and available. I felt a sexual flush start at my neck and travel downward. My growing excitement heated my cunt again. The ice melted even faster! Finally, something felt different inside my cunt. I rose up, and shook my hips, and heard a tiny tinkling sound on the floor. Blindly, my hands scrambled around behind me, searching. To my relief, there was the key. My relief was short-lived, however, because at that moment I heard car doors slam outside! I looked at the clock; the hour was up. Two loud male voices could easily be heard laughing in our driveway, coming towards the house. From the sound of it, they were in high spirits. I briefly panicked. Then I remembered exactly what my Mistress had said. Holding the key, I awkwardly scrambled to my feet, and raced up the stairs. Picking a room at random, I hid inside and fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the handcuff lock. Downstairs, I heard my Mistress call out a greeting as she opened the front door, "Hello Rick. Hi Marty. You boys are right on time. I admire punctuality. My girl is upstairs, someplace." I had just managed to get the key into one of the locks, when I heard their footsteps pounding on the stairs! But I had to be careful. The key has to be turned in one direction if the cuffs are single locked, and the other direction if they are double locked. If you try to force them, there's even a chance that the key may break off. With my hands behind me, my heart thumping madly, barely daring to breathe, I closed my eyes and tried to picture the proper direction. I heard the men opening the doors to various rooms, searching for me, stating in graphic details some of the things that they planned to do to me. Suddenly, with a snicking sound, the cuff opened. Quickly I remove the other cuff, threw down the handcuffs, and dashed into the hallway, trying to reach my Mistress. I was not fast enough! One of the men threw his arm around my waist, saying, "Where do you think you're going, girlie?" "Mistress!" I cried out. "I freed myself before they caught me!" "Bring her down here," Barbara called. The huge man whose name I learned was Marty, carried me bodily down the stairs, followed by his buddy, Rick. As we came in the sight, Barbara saw that I indeed was not wearing handcuffs any longer. "Set her down!" she commanded. To my surprise, Marty did as he was told, and I was deposited on all fours. I think my eyes widened in surprise that my Mistress had power over these brutes, even when they were still in a state of excitement from their "hunt" for me. "You know what our agreement was, gentlemen. You had to catch her while she was still handcuffed. She managed to get herself free in time, so you cannot have her as a plaything for four hours. Perhaps next time," she stated very calmly. The expression on their faces revealed their disappointment. Mistress went on to say, "However, I would feel badly if you drove all the way here, and went away with no reward for your efforts. Therefore, my slut here will service you both, using her hands and mouth until you cum. Please either have a seat, or rest on the sofa or even the floor and make yourself comfortable." As they heard this, their faces broke into smiles. I was so relieved that I was not to be their plaything, that I was eager to make them ejaculate as quickly as I could, so they could leave. Marty immediately yanked his pants down to his ankles. He was wearing no underwear, but this came as no surprise to me. He plopped his naked ass on the edge of a chair, so his cock and balls dangled over the edge. "Come here, bitch!" he growled in a deep voice. I crawled to a spot between his knees, and looked at his uncircumcised cock and swollen balls. Normally, I like playing with uncircumcised cocks. It is rather fun to grasp the skin on the shaft and pull slowly downward. This movement peels the foreskin downward also, revealing a sensitive, purplish glans. But as I did this, to my horror, his glans appeared, covered with a smelly, cheesy substance: smegma. I thought to myself, "Doesn't this guy ever wash?" I shot a look of appeal to my Mistress, silently begging her to stop me. But I saw the blue of her eyes darken to a more steely shade, and I knew that I must carry out her command. Thinking fast, and hoping this brutish male would not take offense, I gathered a big gob of spit in my mouth, and spat it right on the glans. As it hit, I immediately started polishing the glans with my hand, acting like I was lubricating it, but in reality, I was desperately trying to clean it. He must have liked the touch of my hand because he merely said, "That's it, bitch! Make me nice and wet!" So I spat again and again, smearing my spittle all over his cock, from the head downward. Soon it was fairly clean, and most of the smell was gone. I now risked moving closer, my face nearer to the now swelling cock. I turned a little sideways, to give him a view of one of my tits. Men, I have found, are highly visual. They find the sight of naked female parts very arousing. "Take it in your mouth, bitch!" he commanded, as his hand grabbed my exposed tit, squeezing it painfully. The sudden pain caused me to yelp. "Let her go!" thundered my Mistress. "I gave you no permission to touch her. She is the pleasure you with her hands and mouth as she sees fit this time!" Reluctantly, he let go of his grip, and settled back. Wanting him to cum as quickly as possible, I started pumping his shaft rapidly. With my other hand, I cradled his balls, lifting them to press them gently against his crotch. I extended my tongue, and started flicking it at the underside of his cock, right where the glans joins the shaft. This, I have learned from experience, is usually the most sensitive part. It was certainly true in this case. In only a few minutes, he started shaking, groaned, and his cock trembled in my hands. Still pumping it, I pointed it away from my face and continued licking the side of his glans. His body began jerking as his cock shot a stream of cum from its tip, arcing through the air, and splatting on the wooden floor. I kept pumping until he had no more to release. My Mistress said, "All well and good, my girl. But clean up that mess you made on the floor." I was glad that I had swept the floor earlier, because I knew she meant with my mouth and tongue. I started licking, pleased to discover that the cum tasted rather normal, rather than nasty. It would've made no difference to my Mistress of course, but it made the cleanup more pleasant, even though it was humiliating crawling around naked, licking semen from the floor. The second man, Rick, stretched himself out on the sofa, opening his pants to reveal a large, semi-erect, circumcised cock. I scooted over to the side of the sofa, and took his cock in both hands, examining it. Perhaps it was just the contrast to that first cock, but in my eyes, this cock looked wonderful. It both looked and smelled clean, giving off a spicy scent that appealed to me. I had been told to use my hands and my mouth; no other restrictions. So I climbed up onto the sofa, straddling his knees, still holding his cock in one hand. This position opened my thighs, giving him a good look at my cunt. I leaned slowly forward, watching his eyes dart to my now dangling breasts. Soon they were lost to his sight though, because I kept leaning forward, opening my mouth to receive his cock. Since he was only semi-erect, I was able to engulf the entire thing. My lips pressed against the flesh at the base of his shaft. Still keeping his cock in my warm, wet mouth, I slipped my tongue out past my lips, so it could slap wetly back-and-forth over his scrotum. This caused him to arch his back in pleasure, and I felt his cock swelling rapidly in my mouth, engorging with surges of hot blood. He was not calling me words like "bitch", "slut", or "whore" – he was too busy moaning! From over by the chair, I heard his buddy exclaim, "Hot damn!" But I was concentrating on this lovely cock. I slipped it out of my mouth, and pumped it gently near its tip as I examined it. The inrush of blood made all the surface veins stand out proudly. I traced a finger tip along the veins, enjoying the texture of his skin. "You had better not get any semen on that sofa, pet!" warned my Mistress. "Yes Mistress," I acknowledged. I could tell he was getting very excited, perhaps because he sensed my willingness to suck him off. The scent of his arousal was driving me crazy. I had to work fast, because if I let it get to me too intensely, I myself might cum, and mess up the sofa. So I positioned my face directly above the tiny slit at the tip of his cock, and lowered my lips until they encircled the crown around the edge of his glans. Sucking at the head of his cock, my right hand pumped his shaft with a slight twisting motion, while my left hand cradled and fondled his balls. With the tip of my tongue, I tapped, flicked, and gently poked the extremely sensitive skin that surrounded that tiny slit. Submissive's Journey 13 I was enjoying myself so much I lost track of time, but it was probably only a few minutes before I heard his breath catch, and his hips started bouncing. I was afraid the first jet of his cum might blast out of my mouth and leak down onto the sofa cushions, so I bobbed my head rapidly down towards the base of his penis, at the same time opening my throat. As his cock head entered my throat, I began making swallowing actions with my throat muscles. That sent him over the top. With a weird sound, he pushed his hips higher up off the sofa, bracing himself with his arms, and his first blast erupted deep in my throat! I swallowed like mad, drinking his jizz as fast as he offered it. Intellectually, I know it could not have been gallons, but it was sure quite a load. When the spurts finally diminished, I pulled his cock head from my throat, but left it inside my mouth, still sucking. I wanted every single drop that he could give me. I even grasped the base of his cock, squeezed, and milked upwards. This action drained him completely. I sat upright, giving this magnificent stallion one final look at my tits and pussy as I straddled him. Then I climbed off, crawled to my Mistress, and knelt at her side. She petted and stroked my head, murmuring, "What a good job you did, my lovely girl." She was obviously pleased and entertained by my performance with Rick. The men adjusted their clothing, and Rick, as a sort of spokesman smiled and said, "Thank you Barbara. That reward was certainly worth our drive here. If you ever dream up any other contests for your girl, please keep us in mind." With that, they gave me a look of appraisal that made me shiver, but they finally left. As much as I disliked the first man, and enjoyed the second man, I realized that in my interaction with them, I was pretty much in charge of what happened this time. But, if I was given to them to play with, I still had no real idea what they might do to me. I was not sure that I ever wanted to find out, so I was very happy that I managed to win this challenge. (continued in part 14) Submissive's Journey 14 I knew I was in for a strange experience the moment my Mistress, Barbara, had me climb into the back of her pickup truck. It was late afternoon on a pleasant day, and she had dressed me earlier in a rather pretty, frilly outfit. Now she commanded, "Lay down on your belly here, girl," pointing to the rear bed of the truck. As I did so, she took hold of my right wrist and ankle and tied them together. Then she tied my left wrist to my left ankle, and both sets to each other. I was efficiently hogtied. She gave me a smiling look, and climbed into the driver's seat. As she started the engine, I thought to myself, "She can't possibly be planning to drive me around in public like this." I underestimated her. She pulled out onto the highway, and drove as if this were the most natural thing in the world -- transporting a bound woman down the road. I tried to remain perfectly still. I hoped the other drivers would just assume I was an artificial figure, maybe some sort of decoration. At least the cool air rushing over my face helped to dispel the heat of the embarrassment that was causing me to flush. After a while, my Mistress turned into a back alley, and stopped at the rear entrance to a large building. She honked the horn. To my amazement, at this signal the rear door opened and out walked a huge man. He walked up to the truck, and looked down at me. I saw no evidence of surprise in his expression. He reached over the side of the truck, and easily hoisted me into his arms. I did not even hear him give a grunt of effort. I thought about protesting at this point, but it would have been useless. My Mistress was obviously delivering me. This was her plan. The man carried me back through the door from which he had emerged. As we entered the building, my head was swiveling all around, trying to understand where I was. Finally I saw a few familiar things. This was the bondage club! I had never seen the rear entrance before. Still holding me, the man stopped, apparently waiting for something. I took this opportunity to ask, as politely as I could, "What are you doing with me, sir?" "You will learn. All in good time," he answered tersely. That was the totality of his speech to me. Ultimately, my Mistress joined us, having finished parking the truck. "The center room I think, Bill," she instructed him. Bill carried me down the hallway to the room she had designated. People that we passed looked at me rather curiously. Some of them were obviously submissives, judging from their clothing (or lack thereof) and their collars and cuffs. Others radiated the aura of assurance that I had come to associate with the Dominants. Some of these were friends, or at least acquaintances. Some were complete strangers. A few were people who, for one reason or another, had come to dislike me. There must have been some big event going on here at the club, for so many people to be assembled at the same time. When we entered the center room, it was unoccupied at that moment, much to my relief. I thought briefly that I might finally be untied. But that thought quickly died as Bill and my Mistress proceeded to attach me to a complex series of ropes that ultimately were threaded through a pulley up at the center of the ceiling. But before they applied the ropes, Bill held me firmly in his arms as my Mistress took a pair of scissors and proceeded to snip away my frilly outfit! Piece by piece parted in the jaws of the scissors. I could not help but gasp as my tits swung free, and moments later my pussy lost the cloth that had encased it! I looked down at the floor below me, and saw the scraps that formerly had covered these intimate parts of my body, piled on the rest of my former outfit. Now naked, still hogtied, I was trussed into suspension. Bill and my Mistress were obviously experts at this, I could tell. When they finished, I was hanging with little discomfort other than that caused by my wrists being tied to my ankles. My weight was evenly distributed on the supporting ropes. For one final touch, Mistress Barbara fetched a bent rod of metal, which she then attached to the insides of my knees, where it could act as a miniature spreader bar. From its shape and placement, I could tell it was designed to keep my knees far apart from each other, but not interfere with anyone that wished clear access to my pussy, or even my ass. I admit that latter thought made me swallow nervously. Of course, the ropes did not prevent access to my dangling breasts at all. His job done for the moment, Bill left us. My Mistress came to stand in front of me, cupped my chin in her hand, and looked into my eyes as she explained what was going on. "The club is having a series of contests this evening. In some of the contests, Masters and Mistresses are competing against their own submissives. In others, submissives are competing against one another. The winner of any given contest gets a prize -- you. I have volunteered you as my gift to the club for this event. "As a contest ends, the winner gets to enter this room, and spend a certain amount of time with you, doing whatever he or she wishes. Other people may lounge in the room, observing. But anyone who has not won a competition may not touch you. They may only watch. Of course, this may inspire some of them to compete harder in their own event, so they too can have access to you." "But Mistress, some of these people really don't like me," I protested softly. "Then you had better hope that they do not win," she said with a chuckle. She went over to a quiet corner and sat down, picking up a magazine. I was very grateful that she did not leave me alone. From time to time, people entered the room. None of them were winners yet, it seemed. I guessed they wanted to have a good look at the prize, as I hung there in my humiliating position. Some sat and chatted with my Mistress. These may have been waiting for the first winner to arrive. There were five people in the room when the door opened, and the first winner entered. To my dismay, she was a girl who for some reason had taken an instant dislike to me, and she had made it clear several times how angry she was with me. Perhaps because her Master often remarked how lovely I was whenever he saw me. I tried to tell the girl that I was doing nothing to encourage him, but she would not listen or accept my innocence. She virtually skipped over to a table of implements, and selected a long slender cane, which she then swished violently through the air. My heart sank as she stalked over to me, brandishing it. "I have you in my power for 5 minutes", she crowed. "It is unfortunate that the way you are trussed prevents me from easily getting at your buttocks. This will have to do." Stating that, she then whipped the cane in an arc that terminated with it striking harshly across the soles of my feet! The pain shocked me to my core, halting my breathing for a moment. I was trying to draw breath to scream when the second blow fell. And a third. I finally managed to start screaming, aware that all the eyes in the room were watching intently. I never knew 5 minutes could be such an infinitely long time. Just before her time was up, she slashed the cane across each of my defenseless, dangling breasts! Finished, she sashayed back to the table to return the cane to its place. Walking back to me, she took my chin in her hand looking into my tear stained eyes and asked, "How was that, honey?" Through gritted teeth I managed to answer, "Some day you will be the prize, and I will be the winner, and my memory is excellent." Upon hearing this, I believe her face blanched and her eyes widened in fear. It was a little difficult to tell, through my curtain of tears. She left, and I hung quietly for a while, the pain gradually subsiding. People came and left. After several minutes, the next winner arrived: a naked male submissive, led in on a leash held by his Mistress. She displayed him to the people currently in the room. She said, "My stud here did well. I congratulate him in your presence," as she unleashed him. He flushed pink, apparently in a blend of thrill and embarrassment at this public accolade. I heard him beg, "Mistress will you please remove my cock cage?" This drew my eyes to his groin, where I saw that his sexual equipment was indeed encased in what looked like clear plastic, with a tiny padlock. Smiling, his Mistress drew a key from her cleavage, and unlocked and removed the cage. He immediately began rubbing and stroking his cock, now freed, moaning with pleasure. It was already semi-erect as he trotted over to me. "That cage has confined me for three weeks. Three agonizing weeks! But I won the contest, and you are now mine!" he related with glee. With that, he went to the crank that controlled the rope through the pulley and slowly lowered me until my pelvis was about the same distance from the floor as his. Locking the crank in position, he eagerly came back to where I dangled. His now fully erect penis bobbed in front of him as he moved. He went out of sight behind me. I felt his hands grasp my hips as he stepped between my spread thighs. I knew what was coming, but I was unprepared for two things. First, the suddenness with which he rammed that grossly swollen cock into my relatively unlubricated cunt. Second, feeling his cock jerk and spasm a load of cum into me the moment it entered! I heard him cry out: a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. Ecstasy, due to his ejaculation; but frustration, because it was almost too quick to enjoy. I shared his frustration, dripping with his cum, as the observers laughed at our discomfiture. I felt the pressure in my vagina slacken as his cock started to wilt. I moaned aloud, having derived no pleasure from this sudden invasion. But then I heard him grunt, and felt him starting to pump his cock in and out of me. To my surprise, I felt it beginning to stiffen once again! Obviously, he was determined to make the most of both his cock being freed from its cage, and his remaining winner's time. My cunt was now well lubricated with his semen, and the sloshing sounds it made as he pumped in and out of me were clearly audible to the watching crowd, some of whom were regarding him with obvious admiration. His hard pounding was threatening to make me swing away from him, suspended as I was. He solved this problem by squeezing both of my buttocks with his large hands, sinking them deep into my flesh. One of his thumbs was near the edge of my anal ring, stretching me slightly open. That, plus his fierce pounding, drove me quickly towards an orgasm. I don't think he cared. I'm not even certain that he noticed when my body started to spasm, and my cunt rippled with my orgasm! He just kept pumping hard, trying for a second orgasm before his time was up. Since I was riding the glorious aftershocks of my release, I felt generous. I started verbally encouraging him, saying things like: "Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Use that little fuck hole of mine!" This had the desired effect. Just before his 5 minutes were over, he drove his cock deep into me, and let loose another dose of his warm cum, crying out this time in triumphant pleasure! I felt the muscles in the walls of my pussy reflexively milking him. The onlookers let loose with polite applause. He kissed my calf as his cock slipped out of me. As he walked back to his Mistress, I could feel his semen oozing from my slit. One winner, a pretty, young submissive who was a complete stranger to me, decided that I should eat her pussy. She lowered me down, almost touching the floor, and laid down, placing her beautiful cunt right in my face. After I caught a whiff of her tantalizing, spicy aroma, I needed no further encouragement. I dove right in, wishing I had my hands free to open her better for my greedy mouth. But I did the best I could. I sucked her labia one by one into my mouth, washing them with my tongue. She was quickly moaning, playing with her breasts and nipples as she watched me. Her labia were now cleaned and wet with my saliva. I tried to insert my tongue into her vagina, but I could only reach it with the tip of my tongue. I groaned in frustration, flicking my tongue tip at her entrance. She must have enjoyed this, because she tilted her hips this way and that, almost teasing me. But soon her hands darted downward, tugging her labia wide open, and she scooted forward. Now she was rubbing her sex all over my face, her cries of pleasure intensifying. My tongue was now able to plunge deeply into her tunnel, where I could feel the walls seizing it, pulsating on it, attempting to pull it even deeper. Her scent grew stronger and stronger as her hand came to the back of my head, pressing my face harder into her cunt. Her swollen clit mashed against my nose, and she started bucking her hips. In effect, she was fucking my face. Her petals smeared her wetness over my cheeks. In those moments, my entire world consisted of her cunt! With an amazing sound, she began to cum, spewing her fluids all over my face. Some went into my open mouth, but with her shaking and trembling more went on to my chin and neck, and as she tilted her hips backward I closed my eyes just in time as the spray splashed across them and up into my hair. With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed back onto the floor. I spent her remaining time trying to lick clean as much of her as I could reach. As you can guess, it was rather a long evening for me. Some of the details blurred. But I recall another girl who had taken a dislike to me using her 5 minutes of reward time merely swinging me back and forth, and around and around. That may not sound too bad, but imagine being suspended in hogtie position, with the suspension rope twisted around and around and around until it is tightly wound up. Once it's released, you spin around furiously like a top, while the person slaps various parts of your anatomy as they pass by to make you spin faster. Imagining this, you might get an inkling of my ordeal. Or try being swung back and forth in this position by someone who is using one of your tits as a handle! Not all of the winners were submissives. A Master entered the room, pleased with himself at winning a contest. I was a little apprehensive, because his demeanor around the club usually frightened me. I quivered as he strutted up to me, seizing my chin with a rough grip, and forcing me to look him directly in his eyes. Perhaps it was my helplessness that made his eyes seemed to gleam with malevolent power. He said, "So you are finally mine, if only for 5 minutes. That pretty little mouth of yours has always fascinated me. Now I will put it to its proper use!" With that, he turned the crank, lowering my face to be level with his groin. He walked back to stand in front of me, and opened his tight-fitting black leather pants enough to free his cock and balls. His cock was already partially engorged with his anticipation, and from my perspective, his balls seemed larger than normal. I could not help but wonder how much cum they contained. "Open your mouth wide, my little prize." As I obeyed, he added, "I want to feel your lips on my cock, but not your teeth! Keep them well out of the way! I don't know if you've ever been throat fucked before, but I advise you to breathe through your nose and get air whenever possible." I barely had time to register the words "throat fucked", let alone comprehend their meaning, before my mouth was filled with the first thrust of the still enlarging cock. Grabbing the sides of my head, he rammed it all the way in, his pubic hair pressed against my nose and chin, as the tip of the cock entered the back of my throat! I felt a strong urge to gag, which I fought to suppress. As he pulled back for his next thrust, I had the presence of mind to quickly suck air through my nose as he had suggested. The cock rammed home again, this time even deeper into my throat! I almost panicked, about to close my jaws reflexively, my teeth almost touching the shaft filling my mouth, when he withdrew briefly for the next thrust. Finally, I got control of myself, settling into synchrony with his rhythm. A subtle change in the angle of my head aligned my mouth with my throat. I learned to relax muscles in my throat that I never knew I possessed before this. As they relaxed, the cock slipped in and out much more smoothly. Once my breathing rhythm got established, I could concentrate more on the sensations this deep fucking was producing. I realized what a spectacle this must look like to the onlookers. Strangely, being used in this fashion in public -- a helpless little fuck toy -- was curiously arousing. But I wanted this throat ramming to end soon. So I tightened my lips around his cock, trying to make them feel like a virginal pussy being fucked for the first time. I heard him groan loudly as I did this, so I knew this extra stimulation was working. After several more deep, vigorous thrusts, his cock began to throb in my mouth. I quickly took a deep breath. It was a good thing that I did. His grip on my head tightened, and he pressed his cock as deeply down my throat as he could, no longer thrusting, just trying to have as much of it inside of me as he could. Then he came! And came! Spurt after spurt filled my throat, which began swallowing as fast as it could, propelling his hot cum into my stomach! With a final convulsive shake of his body, he finished emptying himself into me, yanked his cock from my mouth, and without another word, did up his pants and walked out of the room. He did not even use his full 5 minutes. Talk about feeling used. It was a long evening, being watched as various people fulfilled their fantasies, using my body as their plaything. It was reassuring to me, that anytime the interactions got very intense, my Mistress was at my side, watching carefully. At one point, as my Mistress checked on my welfare, I whispered to her how badly I needed to pee. To my dismay, she fetched a clear plastic cup and held it under my pee hole, spreading my cunt lips apart, so all present had a marvelous view as I pissed into the cup. I had to close my eyes, rather than look into their faces as they stared. Occasionally I could be active with my mouth, but I was mostly passive, being fucked, tormented, or toyed with. I did have a couple of orgasms, but those were incidental. I was there for other people's pleasure, not my own. I actually had no idea what the contests were. That action took place in other parts of the building. I don't know how I could have been so unlucky as to have the few people who did not like me win their contests. Perhaps the thought that they could do things to me inspired them to give their best performance. For instance, one man who apparently thought that I had snubbed him paid special attention to hurting my breasts. He fetched two clamps, the kind of clamps used to hold large groups of papers together, and attached them to the tips of my breasts. The clamps engulfed my nipples and most of my areolae, and I screamed loudly as the jaws closed on my flesh! But he was not finished. He started hooking weights to the clamps, taking his time. He made no attempt to keep the weights evenly balanced, either, since my expression must have given away the fact that having one tit pulled harder than the other was more painful. Just before his 5 minutes were up, he added several clothespins to the soft flesh along the lower curves of my breasts. As he started to walk away, my Mistress pointed out that he had to remove all the clamps that he had applied to me. I almost wished she hadn't. He whisked all of them off quickly, and I almost fainted from the excruciating pain that flooded back into my breasts once they were freed! The louder I shrieked, the more he grinned, the bastard! Submissive's Journey 14 The final winner was a Mistress Helga who, in the interest of experimentation -- certainly because she bore no grudge against me -- wanted to determine just how far the anal ring on an ass hole could stretch. For this purpose, she assembled a series of four dildos, ranging from one the size of a normal human penis, up to a huge one that resembled a picnic thermos on steroids! She laid them out on the table to one side of me, not directly in my view. But by turning my head, I could see them all, and I know I must have whimpered. My Mistress came over to watch closely, and I knew she was there to make certain that I would suffer no permanent damage. But still, the thought of those huge monsters stretching me open had me wincing in anticipation. My backside was slathered with a slippery lubricant, and somebody's fingers worked it well inside my hole, as well as around its rim. Mistress Helga then lubed the penis sized dildo, and began working it in and out of my anus. This actually felt quite good, and I was disappointed when that dildo was removed. The next size larger was lubed, and I felt the beginning of pain as this was carefully inserted. I concentrated on my breathing, and try to relax my anal muscles as much as possible. Finally, I felt the dildo slip deep inside me, filling my rectal passage. After being anally fucked with it for a while, I sighed with relief as it was withdrawn. I watched with a touch of concern as the third dildo was lifted and lubricated. It took all of my willpower not to clamp my ass shut as I felt it touch my opening. It took a considerable effort on the part of Mistress Helga to try to work that monster through my anal opening. One of her hands was over my sacrum, holding me in place. The other hand was twisting and pushing the dildo against my gradually dilating hole. Then I felt a second pair of hands, grasping my ass cheeks, and pulling them apart from one another. My Mistress was helping her! With this extra stretch, my anal ring finally yielded, and I felt the massive cylinder penetrate me! My Mistress, seemingly getting into the spirit of this experimentation, even suggested various changes to the angle and depth as this dildo plowed my anal passageway. All I could do was gasp for breath. I had never felt this filled before! The dildo was moved in and out of my ass like some giant piston. I grunted -- I moaned -- I howled, much to the delight of the audience. I shuddered with relief when the dildo was finally pulled out. But my relief was short-lived as I saw Mistress Helga lift the final, massive dildo and begin to lubricate it. In my mind, there was no possible way that that would ever fit inside me. A sensation of horror swept through me as I felt its tip touch my already stretched and violated opening! I was about to break out in tears and plead for them to stop, when I heard my Mistress's voice. She was addressing Mistress Helga. "I'm sorry, my dear. Your 5 minutes are up," she informed her. Indeed, this was true. She had been so engrossed what she was doing, she had lost track of the time, and I was spared. As I thought back on it, my Mistress, with her "helping" this winner, may actually have been subtly delaying her, with just this outcome in mind. She is brilliant, as well as polite. The long, long evening finally ended. Bill came back into the room, and helped my Mistress free me from the suspension ropes. Still hogtied, I was carried by Bill out to the pickup truck, and carefully placed into the back once again. This time, I was completely naked, but it was dark out. No one could see me. Mistress drove us home, Bill following us in his car. Of course I could not see myself, but judging from the strange sensations the wind currents were making at my anus, I imagined that my anal opening was still grossly dilated. When we reached our home, Bill again lifted me up, and carried me, not just into the house. He carried me all the way to our bathroom, where he deposited me on fluffy towels placed by my Mistress onto the floor. He then left us, with thanks from my Mistress, and very weak thanks from me. Barbara finally untied me. My muscles ached and throbbed with cramps as I tried to move my limbs. Barbara started massaging me gently and tenderly, telling me how proud she was of me. Her voice lulled me as she described how this or that aspect of the way I behaved during the evening impressed her. If people ever wonder why I submit to this woman, they should see her at times like this. True, she allows herself and others to push me to my limits: my limits of pain, my limits of pleasure. But she knows that this is exactly what I wish. I wish to give her the gift of my trust and obedience. It thrills me when she creates situations that allow me to let go of my control, and enter that curious state of mind that is referred to as "subbe space" -- a state of mind that must be experienced to be truly understood. By her actions, by her concerns, Barbara has gained my respect, trust, and love. That night, she also ran a warm bath for me. She even climbed in with me, embracing me as I soaked in the soothing warm water. I felt her soft kisses on my temple, cheek, and neck as her hands still roamed over my body looking for cramps or aches to ease. Later, she helped me out of the bath, dried me carefully, and took me into her bed to hold me as I drifted off into a deep, restful sleep. (continued in part 15) Submissive's Journey 15 It started out as a fairly ordinary day. That is, if you consider it ordinary to find yourself kneeling, collared, on your hands and knees, naked, as your Mistress uses you as a footstool while she reads the paper. I was enjoying the sensation of her bare feet resting on my back, occasionally brushing my buttocks as she crossed her long, shapely legs from time to time. Sunlight was streaming through the window, warming the room, and the soft rustling sounds of her turning pages were lulling me into a drowsy state. There was a knock on our door. "Answer the door, pet," my Mistress ordered, and moved her foot to give my butt a gentle push as she removed her feet. She had not told me to crawl to the door, so I use the opportunity to stand up, rubbing my knees to return more circulation to them. As I approached the door, I suffered a brief qualm, glancing down at my unclothed body. I had no idea who was on the other side of that door – a neighbor? A delivery man? Someone selling something? It could be anyone. My Mistress seemed very nonchalant about my nudity. Trying to hide most of my body behind the door, I turned the knob and slowly opened it a tiny amount to peek outside. I knew that whoever was there would still be able to see my collar, but I hoped they would assume it was just an ornate choker. I could not contain my gasp of surprise at the sight that greeted my eyes. Standing on our doorstep, smiling her great beaming smile, was Susan. What a fantastic surprise! Without hesitation, I threw the door wide open, and dropped to my knees to greet her. "Mistress Susan is here!" I called out. "Greetings, Mistress". Barbara called out, "Come on in, Susan!" Susan stepped inside, and the moment she did, I bent forward to her feet, holding each one between my hands, and lovingly kissing its instep. It did not even occur to me that the door was wide open, and anyone walking by would have a very good chance to see a naked girl kneeling, and kissing the feet of the woman before her. I actually doubt I would've cared very much, I was so happy to see Susan again. Once I let go of her feet, Susan walked past me to greet Barbara with a big hug, leaving me to close the door, and follow. They then sat down on the sofa to chat and catch up with one another. Without being told to do so, I scrambled over before them, and again knelt down on my hands and knees in my footstool position. Without a break in their conversation, they both casually placed their feet up onto my body – Barbara's bare feet, alongside of Susan's feet, still encased in her lovely black leather pumps. Susan asked how my training was coming along, and I blushed delicately as Barbara recounted some of our more lurid recent adventures. Since Barbara had kept me awake most of the night, amusing herself with me, I soon found myself dozing off in the warm sunshine. I was suddenly awakened from my stupor with a sharp slap on my bare butt. "Crawl and fetch some toys that will demonstrate to Susan your obedience to me, pet," my Mistress ordered. Since I looked drowsy, she went on to clarify her command, saying, "Obedience and acceptance of pain, that is. Some of my favorite things." As the words sank in, I felt a familiar sensation. It was a blending of anxiety, humiliation, anticipation, and... pride. I knew that my submission was about to be tested in front of Susan, acting as an audience. While I did not exactly look forward to, or enjoy the pain, I was proud that I had never failed my Mistress. She had never done anything that made me invoke my safeword. I trusted her. Crawling naked as instructed, I returned with several items. I had cording wrapped around my waist for easy transport. Clamped onto that cord, I brought the nipple clamps that are connected to each other with a chain. In my mouth I held a neurological wheel, with its gleaming tiny sharp spines. I was also able to bring a riding crop in my right hand as I crawled along the floor. Reaching the feet of my Mistress, I offered her the crop and the wheel. She took them, and also unwrapped the cord and the nipple clamps from my waist. "Kneel up straight and prepare your nipples, girl," she instructed me. Kneeling between her and Susan, I plumped up my nipples with my fingers, tugging and rolling them. As they stiffened, my excitement built. An excitement tempered with knowledge of the pain that was to come. Susan watched closely as I held each breast out for the bite of the clamps. I may have winced slightly, but I made no sound as each jaw was securely fastened to my erect nipples. Mistress handed me the chain that connected the clamps, telling me, "Pull straight forward, keeping this chain level." Since these were clover clamps, pulling that hard on their chain made them tighten cruelly on my sensitive nipples, making me gasp slightly. I held my breasts in place as Mistress began looping the cording firmly around the base of each breast, trapping the blood in them. Gradually they ballooned, taking on a purplish hue. "Let go of the chain, and arch your back, pet," Mistress demanded, holding up the neurological wheel. This position caused me to offer my now swollen breasts to the wheel's pricks. Mistress delighted in rolling the sharp tines all over my trapped, quivering flesh. Susan's eyes seemed to get larger as she drank in the sight of the gleaming spikes digging into my skin. My gasps got louder with each pass of the tool. "Well done, my girl," Mistress complimented me. She put aside the wheel and raised the riding crop, saying, "Get in a good position to present your ass to me." On my hands and knees, I turned sideways to her, and then lowered my chest and shoulders to the floor, pillowing my head on my crossed arms. I kept my ass up high, and separated my thighs, offering myself freely. Susan was certainly learning how obedient I had become. The crop whipped out and cracked across my ass cheeks several times. At first, I was able to stifle my sounds. But the heat and pain intensified until I was crying out with each strike, weeping copious tears. But I never drew away or flinched. I submitted, and embraced the pain. When Mistress stopped, I could tell I had pleased her. As a reward, she told me to fetch the suction dildo, and I did not even have to crawl to get it. The air currents washing over me as I quickly walked away to do her bidding helped cool my ravaged buttocks. The dildo that she sent me after had been modified to not only attach to a flat surface with suction, it could also be tied, which came in handy when tied to the leg of a heavy table, like the one in our dining room. Following Mistress' instructions, I attached and bound it to one of the table legs there. Still obeying her, I went down onto all fours, facing away from it, and backed slowly up as she inserted it into my wet, slippery cunt, my legs passing on either side of the table leg. Mistress unbound my tits, and unclamped my nipples, sending a flood of fresh agony through the tortured tissues. "There, there, my girl," she cooed as her tender hands now caressed my breasts, sending waves of soothing pleasure to contrast and replace the pain. "Now show Susan how well you can fuck yourself on that dildo." I began rocking back and forth on the phallic object, feeling it alternately moving in and out, penetrating and stretching me delightfully. Emotions coursed through me: pain, humiliation, excitement, mounting pleasure as I changed angles and rhythms, closely watched by the two women. Hearing their comments about what a needy, horny little slut I was. All too aware of the sounds and smells I was generating as I fucked myself into a frenzy for their visual gratification. Sensing a question that was rising fast in my mind, Barbara told me, "Yes my pet. You may cum. Put on a good show for Susan – cum as many times as you can." It did not take long. My first orgasm erupted deep in my core, making me scream with the intensity of it! Without stopping, I thrashed myself to a second orgasm, since the dildo would never go limp like a real cock would. Panting harshly, I imagined myself being fucked mercilessly by a third person in a sequential gang bang. My body was now simultaneously protesting that all of its energy reserves were ebbing, while at the same time begging for just one more release. I pounded my ass back against the table leg, fulling impaling my cunt on the dildo. My labia slapped wetly against either side of the table leg as I tilted my pelvis downward slightly. This was enough to make my clit mash deliciously against the spongy base of the dildo and I finally managed to cry out with my third release. As I slumped forward, allowing the dildo to slip from my fleshy sheath, a gush of trapped fluids cascaded from my vaginal opening, and down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder, and probably turned a bright beet red, as I saw both Susan and Barbara sitting on dining chairs, calmly sipping their tea as they eyed my messy, well-used, body. I also knew that in a few moments, Barbara was going to tell me to clean up the mess. What I did not know was whether she would command me to clean it using a sponge and a bucket of water – or – to clean it using only my tongue. Given that she had an audience, I had a sinking feeling which method she would choose. I know my Mistress well. I indeed had to suck and lick all my fluids from the dildo, table leg and floor. I was very glad that I keep our floors spotless at all times. "Clean enough to eat from", as the saying goes. Job completed, I crawled back before the sofa, where Barbara and Susan had returned to their original places of rest. As I sat sprawled on the floor before them, I noticed Susan flush slightly, and then shyly whisper something into Barbara's ear. Watching carefully, I saw Barbara's pupils widened in surprise. She looked Susan straight in her face and asked, "Are you certain?" The pulse that I could see in Susan's neck quickened, and she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of Barbara's. "Very well, girl. Get up and stand before me!" I am certain that my mouth gaped open at the sudden change Barbara's voice. Susan got up off of the sofa, and swung around to face Barbara. Barbara looked her up and down, and then said a single word: "Strip!" To my amazement, I saw Susan then raise her hands, shaking with emotion, and begin to unbutton her blouse. "Come over by the sofa, my pet, and get a better view." My limbs surged with suddenly restored vigor, and I scrambled quickly over to the edge of the sofa, looking at the interaction between Barbara and Susan. Susan kept her chin tilted down, seemingly not daring to make eye contact with either of us as her fingers undid the final buttons. She slipped the blouse from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her black leather pumps, and nudged them to one side with a stockinged foot. Her trembling hands then went to her waist, and undid the fastenings of her skirt. With a whisper of material across nylon, she lowered the skirt and stepped free from it. She peeled and rolled the stockings down her long, gorgeous legs, and tossed them aside. I saw a look of resolve forming on her face as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. In moments, it also left her body, leaving behind the soft tracks that a clinging garment can make in delicate flesh. But I barely noticed the markings, my eyes drawn to her luscious breasts, now free of their restraints. I did not have a lot of time to dwell upon them, however, because Susan's hands now went quickly to the waistband of her panties, the only garment remaining on her. Rather than lowering them slowly and sensuously, she rather abruptly yanked them downward, in a sort of "let's get this over with" gesture, and stepped free of them. Barbara commanded, "Now place your hands behind your head and make a complete slow turn. Let us have a good look at you." Susan winced slightly, but did it she was told, revealing her luscious body from all directions. "So, you truly wish to submit to me?" I heard Susan swallow, and, keeping her eyes lowered she almost whispered her answer, "Yes, Mistress." I could not believe my ears! When this interaction started, I had an inkling that this was happening, but I had a hard time reconciling it in my mind. Susan had dominated me so well earlier in our relationship, later joined (and ultimately replaced) in her position of power over me by Barbara. I never suspected she also had a streak of submission. But this was soon confirmed, because Barbara said, "Very well, here is my foot" – and she extended it forward. Susan instinctively dropped to her knees, lowered her head and shoulders all the way to the floor, and lifted Barbara's naked foot into her hands. She then began pressing her lips carefully to the instep, the arch, the ankle, and worked her way all the way down to each delicate toe. She worshiped Barbara's foot. I began blushing as I observed how passionate the kisses became. "Enough!" Barbara snapped. "Sit back and display your cunt for us!" Susan slid her feet and knees out from under her, now sitting back on her buttocks. She drew her thighs apart, turning herself enough so that both of us would have a good vantage point to look between them. With shaking hands, and not daring to make eye contact with either of us, her hands went to her labia. She peeled them open, revealing herself fully. Of course, her vaginal opening was very apparent, shaded a delicate pink, with it's depths lost in shadows. But as Susan continued drawing her labia farther apart, I could then see the tiny opening of her urethra – her pee hole. When her labia were stretched sideways to their fullest, the tension on them drew back the hood that covered her clitoris slightly, uncovering the cute little button that formed its head. I felt my mouth began to water, as I enjoyed this sight. Barbara had Susan remain like that for several minutes, during which time I was intrigued as I watched her labia puff slightly, and her vaginal entrance make small motions of opening and closing. "Back onto your knees now, but keep yourself open," Barbara cautioned her. Susan complied, using one hand to keep her labia apart as she use the other hand to steady herself on her widespread knees. She had still been avoiding eye contact, but her eyes snapped up and locked with Barbara's when she heard the next command, "Take my foot in your hand, and insert my toes into your cunt." I am pretty certain that I heard a gasp escape Susan's lips, but she took her hand, grasped Barbara's bare foot, and began working it carefully into her pussy. With a bit of wiggling and soft groans, she pressed it slowly inward. I watched, fascinated, as the toes disappeared into her stretched opening. "Pet," Barbara said to me, "raise your big toe to your sister's mouth." It took me a second to realize – she was referring to Susan as my sister. With a lurch of my heart I realized that Susan was placing herself on a level with me! We would be as sisters, submissive together to Barbara. But I could not dwell on this, because I needed to obey. So I raised my foot, as Barbara told Susan, "Get it nice and wet." Susan began licking and sucking my big toe, coating it well with her saliva. "Good! Now, my pet," Barbara directed me, "get behind your sister, and work that big toe up into her ass hole." Swallowing my surprise, I did as I was told, pressing my big toe to her tiny puckered opening. I felt resistance as I began to gently push my toe inward. Barbara was watching Susan's face carefully. "Relax your ass, my little bitch! Let that toe in!" I felt Susan's anal opening quivering under the pressure of my toe, when suddenly it relaxed and opened. My toe was suddenly buried in that tight, hot tunnel! Barbara must have felt my toe's entry, because she smiled and then began wiggling her toes inside Susan's pussy. I could feel the movement of her toes against mine, through the relatively thin wall. Being behind her, I could not see Susan's expression. But judging from the red flush that was spreading down the back of her neck into her upper back, she was either finding this embarrassing, exciting, or both. Since I had not been given any commands to move, I tried to hold my toe stationary. But gradually I noticed movement anyway. Susan's hips were starting to move! With subtle shifts of her pelvis, she was rocking first forward onto Barbara's toes, and then backward, making my toe move inside her ass. Barbara chuckled and addressed me over Susan's shoulder, saying, "It appears that your new sister is a horny little bitch." I could not help but agree, saying, "Yes Mistress," giggling merrily as Susan continued to writhe on our feet. (continued in part 16) Submissive's Journey 16 Susan had certainly caught me off guard, submitting to Barbara like this. (see "Submissive's Journey 15") "Pet," Barbara said to me, "go fetch a collar for your new sister. Also get a waist belt, and two leashes." "Yes Mistress," I answered, and scurried off to do her bidding. I returned quickly, and knelt in front of Barbara, holding up the collar, belt, and leashes. "Hold your head up high, bitch," Barbara said to Susan. Apparently, I was to be referred to as "pet", and Susan referred to as "bitch", but time would tell if I was interpreting this correctly. Barbara snapped the collar into place, and I saw a shiver course through Susan's body, as she heard the lock click shut. Your world changes when you realize that you are owned. Barbara also attached the belt snugly to Susan's waist. Taking one of the leashes, she looped the handle through the waist belt, and attached it then to my collar, hooking me to Susan at her waist. She clipped the other leash to Susan's collar and ordered both of us, "Get down on all fours." Barbara led us, her two pets, on an ambling crawl through the house, both the downstairs and the upstairs. I don't think that Susan was used to crawling like this, and neither of us had any knee pads for protection. But it is useless to protest, when our Mistress is indulging herself in a whim. As we moved, Barbara looked back at her two naked submissives, doing their best to follow her, shuffling along on our hands and knees. I imagine that Susan's view was primarily the floor between her hands, with an occasional look forward at Mistress' calves and feet. My view was quite different. Having crawled around like this often, I did not need to look at the floor between my hands. The leash attached to my collar was long enough that my face was not pressed into Susan's buttocks. I was back far enough that I had a lovely view of her hips and butt as they oscillated with her movements. Her labia flashed in and out of view as she crawled, and they still exhibited some puffiness from their earlier stimulation. They also gaped apart slightly, perhaps because their opening remained slightly stretched from the earlier intrusion of Barbara's foot. Susan's anus was also on display for me, and the puckered opening showed some evidence of redness – a reaction to the entrance of my big toe earlier. Susan's crotch was emitting a heady scent, that kept wafting back into my nostrils. I truly enjoyed this journey through our house. Ultimately, Barbara stopped us, and removed the leash that was leading me from both the waist belt around Susan, and from my collar. "Stay right where you are, pet – until I call you," she instructed me. "Yes Mistress", I replied, and settled where I was. Barbara then led Susan, still crawling, over to the basement door and then down the basement steps. I pitied her – crawling down those steps is not easy. At first, I thought my Mistress might be testing my new sister's ability to handle those difficult stairs. But time passed, and they did not re-emerge. So I waited, as I had been told, but my curiosity – always strong – grew and grew as time snailed by. "Pet! Come down here now!" Barbara's voice echoed up from the basement. I was in a momentary quandary. The command was clear, but did not state how I was to move. But I decided that if my Mistress had wanted me to crawl down the steps, she would have said so. So I got lightly to my feet, and proceeded down the steps. I really was not prepared for the sight that greeted me. Susan was at the far wall, her nude body stretched upward, her wrists held in that manner by shackles whose chain was looped over the hook in the wall! My mouth went dry as I realized that this was almost the same scenario that had occurred when Susan discovered me in the basement so much earlier in our lives (see "Submissive's Journey 02"). But this time, our positions were reversed. Barbara had placed a chair at a good vantage point to watch us both, a huge smile on her face. "Long ago," Barbara said, "Susan told me the story of how she discovered you, here in this basement. In fact, that revelation prompted me to begin giving Susan suggestions on how to train you, and I was always fascinated to hear her progress reports concerning your development. Since she now has submitted herself to me, and therefore placed herself on your level, as a sister, I decided that it would be fitting for you to reenact that original discovery, exchanging places. Try to remember, both of you, what occurred on that day." With that, Barbara settled back to watch. Susan's first words to me on that day were still fairly clear in my mind, so I looked at her and I said, "Who did this to you? Are they still in the house?" Susan got a startled look on her face, since it was obvious who had chained her like this. Then the penny dropped, and she realized I was starting a reenactment. She stammered, and twitched, shifting her weight side to side, and clenched her thighs tightly together in an attempt to hide the intimate area between them. I tried to suppress a smile, imagining myself caught in this position, and wondering if I had stammered, twitched, and clenched like that. Susan remembered that she was supposed to say something similar to what I had said back then. Blushing, she choked out, "I did this to myself. Please, please release me." I recalled how her gaze had scanned my naked body so intently, so I did the same as I moved towards her. It is amazing how different it feels when you are chained helpless like this – exposed – vulnerable, subject to the whims and impulses of another person. That is probably why Susan started softly moaning, and her eyes widened as I approached closely. I remembered that the first liberty she took with my body was with my breasts. So I reached out, and began lightly running my fingers across hers, watching her writhe and try to move away. Being in control of Susan's body was a new experience for me, and I reveled in it. My hands explored her breasts, learning their intimate contours. I lost myself in the sensations – the temperature, their resilience, the varying textures – the smoothness of their under curves, the pebbled surface of her areolae as her excitement grew, the rubbery firmness of her engorged nipples. So engrossed was I in my study, that I was only dimly aware of the changes in Susan's sounds and breathing. Suddenly she cried out, shook, and her cunt opened to splash its contents onto her thighs. A deep red flush of embarrassment appeared on her cheeks, and spread down her neck. I raised her chin to look at me, and smiled into her eyes saying, "It looks like I am not the only one that can cum from breast stimulation alone." I heard Barbara laugh at this comment. "Please unhook me," Susan whispered. I replied, "Oh no, you know we are not done yet." Continuing, I let my hands wander down her body towards her pussy. She groaned, "Nooo – please!" But as my hands reached her mound, and traveled farther downward, Susan actually spread her thighs wider apart, rather than clenching them. She even tilted her pelvis backward, instinctively offering better access to her cunt. I took full advantage of that access. My hands took possession of her labia – stroking them, prodding them, teasing them! They were still somewhat swollen from her earlier orgasm, but fresh, hot blood poured into them, swelling them before my eyes to an amazing state of engorgement. My face was in close, my warm exhalations cascading over her tender flesh. Ignoring her pleading comments, I opened her fully – almost savagely. My fingers plunged into her wetness, drawing forth the liquids being created deep within her core. I smeared these liquids over her labia, and, drawing back the hood that enshrouded her clitoris, bathed it fully. My slippery fingers happen to touch the sensitive skin around her pee hole, and Susan jerked and shrieked when this occurred. Intrigued, I explored this skin more fully – rubbing it carefully with a fingertip, and finally poking the very tip of my smallest finger into its opening, wriggling it to try to gain entry. Susan cried out and danced on her tip toes, trying to move away from my probing finger. But the wall behind her prevented much movement, and my free hand was pressed firmly against her mound to pin her in place. The sensations must have been electrifying, because to her mortification, Susan loss control of her bladder! Pee hissed from her tiny hole, turned into a spraying jet by the confines of my finger. Some hit my face, and my tongue reflexively darted out to lick it away. To my surprise, the taste was not unpleasant. So when her pissing stopped, there was no deterrent to me fastening my mouth over her sex. My hands, circling around her hips, grabbed her ass cheeks, sinking firmly into them, holding her fast. This is when I rather lost control – devouring her cunt – sucking, licking, drinking the copious fluids she began generating! My lips, my tongue, my teeth, seemed to have minds of their own, alternately spearing my tongue deeply into her vagina, or gnawing on her labia, or sucking the throbbing hardness of her clit, stripped of its hood by my pursed lips! I grew oblivious to Susan's moans and screams, to the jangling sounds made by her chains as she thrashed her upper torso – I lost count of the number of times that she orgasmed, spurting into my mouth and all over my face, neck, and chest! I was brought back to reality by the touch of Barbara's hand on my shoulder, and her words whispered directly into my ear: "I think she has had enough for the moment, my pet. Let go of her." I immediately took my face back away, and sank back onto my heels with a heartfelt sigh. I looked upward, my gaze traveling up Susan's now slumped body, across her still heaving breasts coated with sweat, finally focusing my eyes on her face. She appeared to be unconscious, stunned by the succession of climaxes! Barbara pushed something into my hands. I looked down and saw a digital camera. "Don't forget what else she did, pet." It took me a moment or two, and then I remembered. Grinning, I staggered to my feet, getting the circulation back into my legs (I had been kneeling in front of Susan's crotch for quite some time, apparently). I began photographing her, just as she had photographed me when I was in a similar situation. I took several pictures from a distance, clearly showing her naked, slumped form dangling from her wrist restraints. Then I move closer, getting images of the floor around her feet, drenched with her fluids. And close-ups of her cunt, looking wet and raw and used – glistening in the bursts of light created by the flash. My fingers opened her cunt to get a better view of the tissues and openings that I could still imagine feeling and tasting on my lips and tongue. As I held her open, Susan made some soft sounds and began showing signs of stirring. I continued my picture taking, moving up her belly, and framing her gorgeous breasts in the viewfinder from several angles. Eventually I began taking pictures of her face, still roseate with her sexual flush, and the flashes in her eyes finally brought her back to consciousness. Her first expression was a startled, puzzled look as she tried to determine what was going on. But soon I saw her expression turn to shame, probably at being so helplessly exposed, and also as she recalled being driven to one orgasm after another – unable to do anything about it. Finally her eyes focused on the camera in my hands, and they widened in surprise! Her expression turned to shock, but after only a moment or two a smile spread across her lips, and she started laughing! Seeing my now startled look, she explained, "I remember taking pictures of you in this same situation, and how you looked! I still treasure those pictures, and I hope you and Barbara..." – at this, she quickly turned her head to look at Barbara, amending – "sorry Mistress" – turning back to me, she continued: "...and I hope that you and Mistress will treasure these pictures of me in the same way." Barbara walked up to her, and without a word, kissed her on her lips, letting the kiss linger. She then unchained Susan from her restraints, keeping her from falling as her wobbly legs at first refused to support her. Catching my attention, my Mistress said, "Help your sister to the bathroom, my pet. Both of you could use a long soaking in a warm bath together." "Yes Mistress," I responded joyfully, and gathered Susan into my supporting arms. Soon the two of us were floating in the soothing water, entwined in a blissful embrace. (continued in part 17) Submissive's Journey 17 Of course, Susan still had her job in the neighboring state, so she was not living with us – just visiting whenever she could. Now I usually knew ahead of time when she was to visit again, and with my Mistress' permission, I waited by the door whenever she was due, such as that day. It was beautiful outside, and the sunshine glinted off of her car as she pulled into our driveway. She emerged from the car, and began walking towards the front door. I called out to my Mistress, "Susan has arrived, Mistress." I rather boldly opened the door for her and stood there wearing only my collar, so eager was I to see her again. When she spotted my nude form in the doorway, a huge smile appeared on her lovely face, and she called out a greeting, "Hello sister!" My heart skipped a beat at hearing that, and then it picked up its beat again, but a little faster now. I admit I was a little puzzled at what she chose to wear – sort of a raincoat that came to mid thigh. Perhaps it had been raining when her journey started? As my gaze continued down her body, I was also surprised to see that she was walking barefoot. She climbed the steps to the porch, and stood just outside the door, undoing the buttons on her coat. I am sure some sound of surprise escaped my lips as Susan shrugged the coat off of her shoulders, and let it pool behind her. She was wearing nothing under it, other than her collar! She stood there on our porch, a vision of nakedness, with a slight flush reddening her face. Barbara, who had come up beside me, looked her up and down, and said, "Well done, my little bitch. Pick up your coat and come inside." Barbara then went back into our living room and sat on her chair, which slightly resembled a throne. I found out later that Susan had been ordered to enter our house wearing only her collar, so this is the way that she managed to fulfill that command. Susan turned around and bent over to retrieve her coat, but she did it so sensuously I'm certain that she was offering me a fantastic view of her form. She then stepped inside, and I closed the door. Turning to her, I opened my arms and she stepped into my embrace. "Welcome, sister," I whispered into her ear as the full frontal contact of our naked bodies sent delicious sensations throughout my being. But we could not keep Mistress waiting, so I took her coat from her, to hang it carefully in the closet. We both padded barefoot over to where our Mistress sat, and gracefully sank to her knees before her. Susan bent forward, slowly and carefully reached out to grasp one of Barbara's feet. Not hearing any command to stop, she kissed the foot gently, expressing her love, devotion, and submission. Suppressing a grin and determined not to be outdone by my sister, I bent and began worshiping Barbara's other foot. Barbara allowed us to indulge ourselves for several minutes, before withdrawing her feet and saying, "That is enough." "Pet," she directed me, "prepare my bath." I shivered with delight. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered and practically romped up the stairs. Susan informed me later that Mistress had told her to crawl on her hands and knees across the floor and up the stairs into the bathroom. She was told to go in front of Mistress along this path. In this manner, if Mistress thought she was not moving fast enough along the floor, she was prodded with a foot. Going up the stairs, if Susan was not moving fast enough, Barbara smacked her ass with an open palm. I was running warm, steamy water into the tub – but even over the sound of the water I heard one of those smacks! I added Mistress' favorite scent of rose essence to the water as the two of them entered, Susan crawling ahead of Mistress. I could see the glint of tears in the corners of Susan's eyes, and the redness of her ass cheeks. Holding her arms out away from her body, Mistress directed us to undress her – a task that always thrills me. My nimble fingers began unbuttoning her blouse, as Susan went to work on the fastenings of her skirt. My heart thumped faster, as it always does, as her gorgeous body gradually came into view. Susan was carefully rolling down her stockings, as I slipped the blouse from her shoulders. Barbara stood regally as I unhooked and removed her bra, while Susan lowered the wisp that was her panties. Taking my hand, Barbara stepped into the tub, and sank into the warm, scented water with a blissful sigh. I don't know how it was for Susan, but I lost track of the time as I ministered to my Mistress' body in the bath. We rubbed her body with loofahs, soft sponges, and even our bare hands, until her skin gleamed with pink health. Her body glowed – her back, her shoulders, her buttocks, her tummy, and those long, lovely legs of hers – all the way down to her tiny toes. We both got wet from splashes, but naked as we were, we did not care. As the bath was coming to its conclusion, Mistress directed Susan to wash her breasts, while I was given the envious task of carefully washing her pussy. She warned us, "Be careful, my pet and my bitch – I do not want you getting me excited." We tried hard to obey – at least I tried hard to obey. I really do not know what was going through Susan's mind as she ran her hands all over Barbara's petite, but highly desirable breasts. But in whatever manner Susan was touching, it became obvious that Barbara's nipples were engorging, and her areolae began crinkling with desire. Meanwhile, my gentle hands were gently parting Barbara's labia, so I could carefully wash them, and the space between them, with all the sensitive tissues that are present there. No matter how careful I was, and how gentle I was, the labia began getting swollen and puffy. We continued washing and cleaning, but after a few minutes Barbara closed her eyes, tilting her head back – and finally uttered a soft moan. She looked at us both with mock exasperation, saying, "Now look what you have done! Even after I gave you specific instructions to be careful!" We helped her out of the bath, and dried her carefully as she continued her admonishment of our actions. When her body was dry, she said, "You'd better finish what you started!" Within moments, she had positioned me kneeling between her spread thighs, directing my mouth to her pussy – supposedly because I was responsible for getting that part of her excited. Of course, Susan was ordered to use her mouth and hands on Mistress' breasts, for the same reason. At first, all of my attention was focused on what my lips were feeling and tasting. I sucked each of her labia into my mouth, working them carefully with my lips, teeth, and tongue – feeling their original puffiness increase minute by minute as the new blood entering them increased their heat. After a short time, my tongue parted them, and slipped inward into her growing wetness. As her labia parted, her scent was released, perfuming the air around us all. Gradually I became aware of slurping sounds coming from up over my head, and without interrupting my tongue explorations of Mistress' vagina, I glanced up past her mound to see Susan's efforts. The slurping sound came from Susan's mouth as her lips engulfed one of Mistress' areolae completely, making it disappear from sight. By the movements of her cheeks, I could tell she was sucking furiously at that teat, and I guessed that her tongue was lapping hard at its nipple. Her other hand was massaging the breast that was free, squeezing, kneading and stroking. Barbara's eyes were closed, but her mouth was open in a gentle 'O' shape, and her breathing was accelerating. Even though our Mistress had not cum yet, my mouth was already filling with the fluids flowing from her tunnel. Her hips began to make a churning motion, which mashed her sex against my face. Her fully erect clit was alternately pressing against my nose and upper lip, making her shudder. Susan was holding the outer curve of both of Mistress' breasts in her hands, while her mouth and tongue flitted back and forth between her turgid nipples. Somebody was moaning loudly now. Actually I believe all three of us contributed to these sounds of arousal. Reaching her peak with a loud gasp, Mistress grabbed my head with both of her hands, and held me in place as her body started to shake. I opened my mouth, knowing what was about to occur. Even so, I was not ready for the deluge that erupted from her cunt, spewing all over my face and upper body! I savored whatever nectar I could drink, and also enjoyed the sensations of her warm liquids coursing down my naked body. I thought that Susan would miss out completely, but after our Mistress' orgasm subsided, she released my head, and rested herself on the edge of the tub. At this point, she told Susan to lick me clean. So Susan did get a share of our Mistress' nectar, and I enjoyed the delights of the tongue bath that I received from my sister. However, the excitement of Susan's tongue washing me may have placed me at a disadvantage for what came next. Mistress had us dress her in her tight fitting black leather outfit – a sure signal that she had some discipline in mind for the two of us. Once she was zipped and buckled into the garment, which clung to her almost like a second skin, accentuating every luscious curve, she led us to the basement. There she made us stand in the center of the room, facing each other and had us press the fronts of our naked bodies firmly together. We each had to reach around to the small of the other's back, whereupon Mistress bound our wrists firmly together. She also tied our mid-thighs together, my left to Susan's right and my right to Susan's left. Finally, she secured our ankles in a similar fashion. There we stood in a nude hug, virtually all of our backsides exposed, and unable to move much, other than against one another. She then explained the contest. She was going to walk around us, flogging us lightly, using the flogger designed to sensitize and excite our flesh. She was going to keep it up until one of us went into orgasm. That person would be the loser of the contest. She was not specific about what the prize would be for the winner, nor did she tell us what the penalty would be for the loser. As I stated, my first disadvantage was the recent memory of Susan's tongue lapping over my body, and now I knew I had a second disadvantage, because Mistress was well versed in exciting me with that very flogger. My mouth grew dry as I considered what I knew she was capable of doing to me when she used it. Barbara did not give either of us much time to think about possible consequences, because in moments I heard the strands of the flogger whistle through the air and strike bare flesh. I was actually staring into Susan's eyes at that instant, and I saw them suddenly widen, because the first blow caught her across her unprotected buttocks. The sharp sensation made her attempt to jump, but tied together as we were, she only succeeded in rubbing her warm, slightly moist skin against mine. These erotic undulations barely had time to register in my consciousness when those same flogger strands slapped across my own buttocks, and my body involuntarily returned the favor, rubbing against Susan! Mistress began walking around us in a slow circle, methodically whipping – actually caressing – our exposed flesh. The flogger flicked over my back, my buttocks, and my thighs. I am certain that the strokes rained down on Susan in a similar fashion. Both of us were hugging each other tightly, straining at the ropes that held us together, and working up a sweat. Our skin heated up, the slippery sweat allowing us to slide up and down and back and forth against each other in small movements. My nostrils were filled with the mixed scents being emitted by us both as our bodies reacted to the arousal, pressed together as we were. I desperately wanted to win, so I tried to ignore how my nipples – fully erect, and soon throbbing with need – were bending back and forth against Susan's breasts. And of course Susan's nipples in turn poked into my own breasts in a delicious manner, difficult to overlook. Then Susan began to moan. I had been holding back my own sounds, but this triggered something deep inside me, and I began moaning as well. Susan's hips tilted slightly, and her mound ground against my clitoris, sending shock waves of excitement into my very core. My pelvis, seemingly of its own accord, began a tiny grinding action against her. As if this was not bad enough, when Mistress stepped behind me in her journey around us, Susan was ready to execute her plan. Just before Mistress started her swing, Susan used the strength of her thighs to pry my thighs apart, tied together as we were. This exposed the delicate folds of my labia directly to the strike of the flogger! I shrieked as the strands coursed over this sensitive flesh! Susan then brought our thighs back together, protecting her own labia as Mistress stepped behind her. I imagined that Susan would again try to force my thighs open when Mistress was behind me, offering her that exquisite target once again. So I tried to clamp my thighs together, but my excitement was building so fast that my knees were wobbling, and Susan overpowered me once again! Again those maddening flogger strands swept over my puffy engorged pussy lips! I could not help but cry aloud – Mistress knew my body so well, she knew exactly where to hit, and exactly what force to use! Still, I might have brought my approaching orgasm under control, except... Susan began whispering into my ear. She began by telling me, "I can tell how excited you are. Your arousal scent is flooding this entire basement. You know you want to cum." She continued with, "I can feel your pelvis grinding against me, like some whore in heat! Your body is crying out for its orgasm. Your pussy is leaking all over mine." Her voice pitched to a level of throaty seduction as she whispered, "I can imagine how red your ass cheeks must be from all the blood drawn there by the lashes of the flogger. Your nipples feel so hot and hard pressed against me. Feel how your areolae, crinkled with excitement and desire, are rubbing against mine, you horny little slut." Each thing she mentioned caught my attention, making me focus on how my body was reacting. To seal my fate, just before Mistress again flicked the flogger strands between my spread thighs onto my unprotected, highly sensitized petals, Susan began kissing me erotically right at the base of my neck! The strands made contact, and I completely lost it! My orgasm burst forth like a dam giving way to the pressure of tons of water pressing against it! Indeed, similar to a dam breaking, a great gush of fluid spewed from between my thighs as I howled and shook with excitement and release! My eyes closed, and I held tightly onto Susan as wave after wave swept through me. My pussy squeezed and churned and pumped for what felt like an eternity! Finally, I sagged in Susan's embrace, my legs refusing to hold me up any longer. It was fortunate that we were tied together, or I might have fallen to the floor. I had lost the contest. I had to pay the price. For my penalty, Mistress clipped a leash to my collar after untying us. She made me crawl on my hands and knees, following her from the basement all the way to her upstairs bedroom. But Susan, as the winner, got to walk normally as she followed us both. I had to crawl into the dog bed that is located at the foot of Mistress' bed, where I was chained, naked, to spend the night alone. Meanwhile, Susan was allowed to join Mistress in her comfortable bed. I was acutely aware of the sounds emanating from that bed for hours – muffled licking and sucking sounds, kisses, squishy sounds of fingers being worked in and out of wet, oozing body openings, giggles, cries of sexual release from both of them – it seemed to go on and on. Somewhere during all this, I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. (continued in part 18) Submissive's Journey 18 It's so nice getting out of the house once in a while. One warm, sunny day, Mistress drove the two of us to a nearby forested park. Once there, she leashed me, and we walked through the trees until we came to a large meadow. This was a shallow bowl of grass surrounded by the dense trees. She walked us to a spot near the center. Here she informed me, "Since you have been such a good girl recently, I feel you deserve a special treat." She began removing my clothing, piece by piece, until I stood naked in the sunshine. As she did this, I admit I looked around a bit nervously, this being a public park – but there was no one else in the meadow, and I could see no one at the tree edge. Besides, I trusted my Mistress would keep us from harm. "Now, pet, you have my permission to pleasure me in any fashion that you choose." I felt my heart accelerate happily at hearing this. "We will make this a bit of a challenge though," she added. She took my soft leather leash, and secured my arms behind me in the "U" formation, strapping both of my forearms to each other. After I was secured, she helped me down onto the lush grass on my side. She stepped a few paces away, staying in my line of sight. With a smile on her face, she began a slow striptease, letting me have a good look at her body. I am always drawn to that smile on her face, her lips emphasized by the red or pink lipstick shades that she favors. Her blue eyes twinkled at me from under her beautiful eyelashes, always nicely made up. Her lovely face, framed by her short, blonde hair, kept drawing my attention – almost hypnotically. But as she lowered her skirt, my eyes could not help but travel along those gorgeous legs, atop the heels that she kept on. Yes, even walking in the woods she wore her heels, although not the ones with stiletto sharpness. I felt my mouth going dry, and my nipples hardening as her hands went to her blouse buttons. It seemed to take an eternity for her to unbutton that blouse, as she turned in slow circles, her slim hips swaying to some imaginary music. Finally the blouse slipped from her shoulders and was tossed gently aside. All that remained were her wispy undergarments, translucent in the sunlight. I could see the dark circles of her areolae, and her nipples strained forward, poking the thin material into tiny mounds. The slit of her pussy was visible through the delicate panties. My mouth was dry no longer. It was wet with the anticipation of tasting her. To be honest, it was not only my mouth that was now wet. In her current teasing mood, she placed one forearm across her breasts as her other hand went behind her back to unhook her bra. Like a true stripper, she held the bra over her breasts with both hands as she danced in front of me. As I soon moaned with impatience, she suddenly whipped it away, tossing it aside, revealing those lovely B cup breasts that I longed to suckle. Still swaying her hips, she turned her back to me, and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, looking over her shoulder at me. Apparently having a second thought, she turned sideways to me, and began lowering those panties. At this angle, I could not see either her pussy or her butt very well, but I did get fantastic view of her breasts as she bent forward. Stepping carefully out of her panties, she did a slow turn with their arms raised, giving me a magnificent view of the entirety of her slim, petite body. After giving me a very good look, she moved a bit farther away, and settled herself on her back in the grass. Gracefully removing her shoes and setting them aside, she placed her hands behind her head, pillowing it so she could see me better. She then said, "Okay, my pet. You may begin." I promptly rolled onto my tummy, and started squirming towards her, a huge smile on my face. As I squirmed across the grass, it's soft blades stroked the front of my body, caressing my breasts, tummy, mound, and thighs. Such wonderful sensations, especially with such a prize before me. I finally reached her, and crawled up alongside of her body. She had said that I could pleasure her in any manner that I desired, so I decided to take full advantage of this opportunity. I did not immediately go to her pussy or her breasts. Instead, I moved up to her exposed armpit, and I began licking. She burst into a fit of giggling, and quickly begged me, "Stop. Stop!" I could tell from her tone and the fact that she did not clamp her arms downward, protecting her armpits, that this was not a command; she was pleading with me. I relented, and softly said, "Please lower your arms, Mistress." As she did so, I scooted a bit higher, and began kissing her hair. Gradually my kisses came to her ear, and lingered there. Ultimately they became gentle nibbles and licks. I went on to kiss her temple, her forehead, her eyelids, nose, and chin. When I dared kiss her directly on her lips, I put into that kiss all the love that I have for her. I'm not sure how long it lasted, because I got quite lost in it. Wriggling my body sideways a bit, my lips traveled along her collarbone, and slowly up the slope of her breast. I'm afraid that only one side of her body was receiving much attention, but bound as I was, I could not easily reach both sides. Judging from the sounds that she was making as my lips reached her areola, one side was sufficient. The darkened surface crinkled up as I approached it, thrusting her nipple upwards. But I was in no hurry. I let my teeth rake gently over the crinkled surface, avoiding the nipple for quite some time. My Mistress has great willpower, but she again pleaded with me, begging for me to take her nipple. When my lips finally closed on it, she let out a loud moan, which soon turned to a gasp when my teeth seized it by its base, and my tongue began flickering all over its tip. When her body began shuddering, I released her nipple and began kissing down the slope of her breast towards her tummy. I did not want her to cum too fast. I wanted her excitement to build and build. Reaching her navel, I began tonguing it, which set her into another fit of giggles. But this quickly changed as I began sucking this depression. I think I discovered another one of her erogenous zones, because she began moaning once again. Wriggling downward again, I kissed and licked as much of her tummy as I could reach, working my way down to her mound. I felt the firm resistance of her pubic bone under the smooth skin there, and now the scent of the wetness leaking from her pussy filled my nostrils. I inhaled that wonderful scent as I kissed all over her now quivering mound. But my mouth did not immediately go to her pussy. She had teased me with her striptease act, and now it was my turn to tease her. So I kissed and licked down her thigh to her kneecap. This area is very sensitive, and, aroused as she was, my gentle nibbles there caused her to shriek and jerk. To her credit, Mistress did not pull away from me, but allowed me to have my way with her kneecap. Continuing, I kissed my way down her leg, squirming my body along the grass. When I reached her feet, I made another request, "Please open up your legs for me, Mistress. Wide apart." She complied. With a lot of wiggling and struggling I managed to get my body between her legs, on my back, with my feet pointed towards her head. In this position, I could not exactly see where my feet were, so I inched them cautiously up her thighs until I reach that warm, wet space between them. At this point, I spoke skyward, loud enough for Mistress to hear, "Please move one of your feet to my face, Mistress." Her foot came into view, and lowered itself, becoming available to my lips. I began kissing and licking it, worshiping that foot with my mouth. At the same time, I blindly used my own feet to part her labia, and inserted my toe into the bubbling heat of her pussy. I heard a loud groan escape from her lips, and her hips moved towards my foot, impaling herself more firmly on it, causing another toe or two to enter her now sopping opening. I found the warmth of her mound with my other foot, and began stroking there with it, both caressing the tissue there and also searching for that rigid little button that I knew I would find at the top of her labia. Meanwhile, Mistress had moved her foot so that her toes were now at my mouth. I began sucking on her toes, and licking the sensitive skin between them. At this point, my seeking foot found her clit, and pressed against it, feeling the surges of blood throbbing inside it. I began a small back-and-forth movement of my foot, making her engorged clit roll side to side in tiny movements. I was wiggling the toes of my other foot deeper into her vaginal tunnel. Their entrance was assisted by the churning movements of her hips as her excitement grew and grew. Amongst the cries of pleasure issuing from her lips, I heard other strange sounds that I could not identify. Later I learned that this was the sound of grass being ripped up by her gripping hands as she thrashed under my loving attentions. It was not long before the movements of her hips suddenly intensified, and then abruptly stopped – the brief pause before the storm of her orgasm crashed over her body. And crash it did! My foot was bathed with spurts of her hot fluids as her vaginal muscles rippled across my toes. What a delicious sensation! Since I could not see very well in this position, I closed my eyes and focused my attention on the nerve endings along my foot and toes. Mistress was again rocking her hips, making my toes glide in and out of her still quivering tunnel. After a while, the rocking stopped, so I carefully slid my toes from the warm embrace between her labia. Now I wanted to taste her honey. So I flipped myself back onto my belly, turning so that my head was pointed up between her widespread legs, and began squirming upward. My hair brushed along her sensitive inner thighs as my face neared its goal. Her swollen pussy lips were still parted, and I had an amazing view of her pink, gaping vaginal opening, the internal muscles still rippling gently, making portions of her tunnel wink invitingly. The intensity of her sexual scent grew and grew as I got closer. Finally, my mouth reached her opening, my lips sealed her entrance, and I began a gentle suction as I probed inward with my tongue, starting a scooping action. Her vagina contained a good amount of fluid remaining from her orgasm, and I quickly began drinking. "OMG," I heard my Mistress moan. Her sounds intensified as I begin spearing my stiffened tongue deep into her well. As fast as I could suck the fluids from her sex, they were replaced. Mistress also began grinding her pussy against my face, both of us climbing in excitement. The grinding action pressed her engorged clit hard against the space between my nose and my upper lip. I began humming with pleasure as I could sense my wonderful Mistress nearing her second orgasm – she was climbing quickly, probably riding high on the wave of her earlier release. A few minutes later, with a soft cry, she started to cum. I tried to catch all the fluids jetting from her in my mouth, but she was bucking against my face so rapidly that I could not keep a tight seal over her cunt. Soon my face and hair were awash in that glorious nectar! After a few minutes, her quivering and shaking slowed, and she gave a long sigh of relief. She reached down and unbound the leash from my forearms, freeing me. As I was working the circulation back into my arms and shoulders, she sat up, lifting me into her lap, and kissed me sweetly but fervently on my lips. I was savoring the enjoyment of that kiss when I heard the applause! Friends of my Mistress stepped out of their place of concealment among the trees at the edge of the meadow. Mistress had stationed them there to ensure no intrusion from passersby, and also to witness my performance. Four of these lovely women walked out into the sunlight, and approached us. Others may have stayed behind to keep watch – I will never know. Mistress asked each of them for her opinion of how I had done. I know I blushed a happy pink as each praised my performance, stating how erotically ingenious I was. My heart fluttered with excitement as one of them asked if she could "borrow" me sometime. They were all so lovely, pleasant and gracious, I knew that I would be happy to serve any of them, with my Mistress' permission. Mistress looked me in my eyes and asked, "Would you like that, my pet?" I nodded shyly, not daring to speak. At this, the others all pleaded for permission to borrow me as well. Mistress said, "Well my pet, it looks as if you may be quite busy in the very near future," and smiled. She turned her attention to her friends and said, "You saw how this pet of mine gave me two wonderful orgasms. But this event was to be a reward, a very special treat – and although she became quite excited, I don't think she actually came during all that. Did you, my pet?" My heart raced, hammering, as I heard myself stammering my answer, "N.. N.. No, Mistress." "I thought not. I know my girl well. Would any of you like to assist me in rewarding her more fully?" I glanced up to see all of them nodding and smiling. Mistress told me to stretch out on my back with my arms and legs out from my body, and to remain in that position. One woman stated, "I feel overdressed, since you two are both naked," and began stripping. The others followed suit, one pair actually undressing each other as I watched from my spreadeagled position on the ground. Visions of amazingly lovely nudity now, they all knelt in various places around me, and I soon felt soft warm lips at both of my breasts. Soon those sensations were joined by others streaming up from my feet as another pair of mouths and tongues began kissing and licking my feet and sucking my toes. My Mistress knelt between my knees, and lowered her mouth between my thighs, licking up and across my labia. Then, just using her tongue, she parted my labia and began lapping away lustily. The two women who were nursing at my breasts lowered their pussies onto my outstretched hands, and they whispered that they wanted me to finger them. I was thrilled to comply. My fingers swiftly opened their soft, wet furrows, and began stroking up and down. Mistress told me, "Close your eyes, pet, and just enjoy whatever is being done to you." I moaned, "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you all." At that, I heard soft giggles, and the shuffling of knees as they all moved to new positions. New pussies, not quite as wet as the ones that had departed, were presented to my hands. Without being prompted, I plunged my fingers into them. I lost track of who was where as the mouths at my breasts, feet, and pussy changed and changed. I think that someone was monitoring my excitement closely, because these changes seem to occur every time I was nearing an orgasm. The interruptions caused by these shifts took a tiny edge off of my growing excitement, frustrating my body's attempt to reach climax. I was torn between wanting to cum, and the amazement of how my overall excitement continued to build and build with each slight interruption. Abruptly, my body would no longer be denied! I erupted with an earth shattering orgasm! Wave after wave smashed through me! It seemed to go on and on and on, like thunder rolling and rolling across the sky. It may not have been one orgasm at all. It may have been multiple orgasms, going off like a string of firecrackers – a very long, long string of firecrackers. Five mouths and five sets of hands kept stimulating me as I jerked and thrashed. I may have fainted from the intensity, because the next thing I knew, Mistress and I were laying side-by-side in the soft warm grass, and we were alone. I also realized that I was dressed again. When I began hesitantly asking what had happened, Mistress smiled at me, beaming. "While you were unconscious, the other ladies had to leave. So we all dressed you, limp as a rag doll. All of us were pleased at the intensity of your response. Each of them gave you a kiss before she departed. And I promised each of them on your behalf, that you would return their favors sometime soon." I cannot adequately describe how much I am looking forward to repaying their kindness. Each and every one of them. To gift each one with deliciously sweet, toe curling, mind altering, orgasmic bliss. (continued in part 19) Submissive's Journey 19 Perhaps you are wondering why my Mistress posted a few friends around the edge of the meadow in my previous story (see "Submissive's Journey 18"). To understand that, we have to go back into our past a bit. Mistress was walking me like a dog on a leash through a nearby public forest one day. As was usual on these walks, I was wearing only my collar, and pads to protect my knees. I quite enjoyed being naked outdoors – feeling the sun warming my skin, and the fresh air washing over it, sensitizing it. Being on all fours was not very comfortable, but the knee pads did protect my knees, and the feeling of my dangling breasts swaying back and forth beneath my torso as I shuffled along was mildly erotic. We seldom met any other people on these walks, and we usually heard them talking or stomping on debris with plenty of time for us to step off the path into better seclusion until they passed by. But on this fateful day, unknown to us, there were two forest rangers walking on the path behind us. They were not talking at the moment – perhaps they were in a state of introspection. They knew how to place their feet on the trail to minimize noises that might disturb the wildlife. For those who do not know, our forest rangers, while not exactly policeman, are present on public lands to enforce the rules and regulations, and do have the authority to arrest and transfer individuals to the actual Police Department. Our first inkling that we were not alone came in the form of a loud male voice exclaiming, "Charlie – would you look at that!" Shocked, we turned on the path to see two men in uniform hurrying towards us. We were caught! The second man said, "Bill, I have never seen anything like this in all my born days." Addressing my Mistress he asked, "Is that woman on a leash?" It was a rhetorical question – I was obviously on a leash. He did not wait for an answer, merely going on to say, "You are walking her like she's some sort of animal, like a pet." My Mistress said, "Yes, she is my pet. All of your signs say that pets must remain on a leash." "Don't be a wise ass, lady," said the one whose name was Charlie. "She's human, not an animal, and she's naked. That's public indecency for a start. And you are aiding and abetting her being naked in public, and that makes you an accessory. You are both under arrest." They both ignored our explanations and our protests, swiftly dragging me to my feet, and cuffing us both with our hands behind our back. I was rather used to being cuffed, but this was the first time that I had ever seen my Mistress wearing handcuffs. I could not tell if the red color staining her face was embarrassment, anger, or a mixture of both. But they were powerful men, and there was little we could do to stop them, especially after we were handcuffed. Being men, once they had control of the situation they stopped to take a better look at us. I could tell by their expressions that they were mentally undressing my Mistress, and they liked what they were envisioning: an amazingly lovely woman, in the prime of her life. In my case, they did not have to strain themselves mentally undressing me. Everything I had was fully on display. Being made so vulnerable by the handcuffs, I was a bit troubled by the now calculating expressions I thought I saw appearing on their faces. "We had better get them back to our station. This will take a lot of paperwork," Bill stated. Charlie nodded his agreement, and they each grabbed one of us by an elbow and started walking us back down the path. Mistress did have to be dragged, at first, since she was till protesting. Luckily, we did not encounter any other people during our walk to their vehicle. We were put into the back seat for the short ride to their station. I knew that my Mistress was trying hard to come up with some way to prevent being turned over to the actual police for processing. After they marched us inside, and made us sit on a hard bench, Bill went to a file drawer and pulled out numerous forms, handing some to Charlie. They sat at their desks, and began filling in the forms. At this point, my Mistress spoke up. "Look, maybe we can come to some sort of agreement. I saw how the two of you were looking at my girl. She is beautiful, desirable, lusty. She is fully available for your use. Perhaps if she satisfies you in every manner that you desire, perhaps then you could see your way clear to letting us go?" While I appreciated that Mistress was trying to get us free, I could not help but be worried about trying to satisfy the secret lusts of these two men. Who knows what fantasies they may have dreamed about for years? Charlie looked at Bill and smiled. Then he looked at my Mistress and said, "So, your girl is available for our use, as you say. Perhaps you are forgetting – so are you, lady." I saw my Mistress visibly blanch as his words sank in. She, dominant as she always has been, had overlooked that now she was just as vulnerable as I was. Charlie walked to the door and locked it, and then walked up to her, grabbed her by her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes. "Are you sure you want to make a deal?" he asked her. Without waiting for her answer, he took another pair of cuffs and cuffed one of her ankles to a pipe running along the wall. He then uncuffed her wrists, and said, "Strip!" Her eyes visibly widened and I could tell that she was trying to control her voice as she countered, "You must be joking." Charlie turned to Bill. "Bill, are we joking?" Bill replied, "Gee. So far, we've got them on public indecency, aiding and abetting public indecency, resisting arrest, prostitution, attempted bribery, maybe even slavery. Those are just the things that pop immediately into my mind. I imagine there may be even more charges than that. I really don't have a good handle on how many potential years of jail time that is so far. But I can tell you, that's a lot of paperwork, Charlie." "Yeah, I have to agree with you," Charlie said as he turned back to my Mistress. "I told you once, and I will tell you one last time – strip!" I saw Mistress swallow hard, and after a bit of reflection on what was just said, she slowly raised her hands to her blouse, and began unbuttoning it. Charlie fetched a chair, and sat down to enjoy the show. One item of clothing followed another. Soon, my lovely Mistress stood naked, other than her panties. "Those too," demanded Charlie. "I can't take them off past the cuff on my ankle," she rebutted. "Just take them down," Charlie said. "I'll help you with them after that." "Thank you so much," Mistress said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But she hooked her hands in her waistband, and slid them down. Charlie got up, walked behind her, pulled her wrists back, and swiftly cuffed her hands behind her back again. Then he uncuffed her ankle, and pulled the panties free. He raised them to his nose and inhaled deeply, smiling a very happy smile. "Okay, lady. Let's see how good you are at sucking cock. Kneel down." He unzipped the front of his pants, and fished out his penis. Horrified that my Mistress was being forced to do this, I walked over to him and pleaded, "Please sir. May I do it?" "Don't worry, little girl. Your turn will come. Go kneel over there and watch." Heart sinking, I did as I was told. Slipping his belt out of his pants loops, Charlie doubled it over in his hands and held it as he said, "Now lady – get busy sucking. If I feel any teeth, you will regret it," and he slapped the belt against his open palm for emphasis. My Mistress has a quick mind, but apparently she could see no current way out of our dilemma. With a delicate shudder of her shoulders, she opened her mouth. Charlie took a step forward, and shoved his semi-erect cock inside it. Mistress made a face. She is not used to being used in such a fashion. But she began sucking. Soon, Charlie began moaning, "Oh man! She's good at this." "Damn!" said Bill, standing up. "Let me have some of that too." In a few moments, Mistress had a second cock shoved in their face. Charlie pulled his free from her mouth, to give Bill a chance, and stood there slowly stroking a rather proud erection. Within minutes, Bill was making noises of pleasure as well. "Don't hog it all," Charlie chided him. Bill said, "I bet she could get both of us in there at the same time. Try it." Charlie stepped forward, and I gasped to see my Mistress' pretty mouth grossly distorted as it stretched around the two invading pricks. I was amazed that she could fit both of them in without scratching them with her teeth, but maybe Charlie was too excited now to worry about his threat. Anyway, it was not long before he pulled himself free, saying, "I don't want to cum this way. I want to fuck her." "Good idea. Just what this uppity bitch needs," agreed Bill. They both lifted my Mistress, and carried her, protesting, over to a sturdy steel cot. There, she was placed face up, cuffed wrists secured up over her head, and Bill held her struggling legs securely while Charlie fetched rope, and tied her ankles far apart to each corner at the bottom of the cot. Her body was now on complete display to their lecherous eyes. At that point, they apparently remembered that, while I was still handcuffed, I was still free to run around. So they tied me to some heavy furniture in a place where I could watch everything that they were doing to my Mistress. Bill said, "Since were going to mess her up pretty good, I think we ought I have before and after pictures." He ran and fetched his cell phone with its camera. He took several pictures of my bound Mistress, including close-ups of her face, breasts, and pussy. Charlie started toying with her; yanking on her nipples, slapping her tits harshly when he felt that the nipples were not stiffening fast enough to please him. He grabbed both of her labia and stretched them out away from her body and apart from each other, apparently trying to see how far he could drag them. Bill took a close-up photo of the results. Charlie then fingered her with the dry finger, making her groan in pain. But thankfully her cunt soon started to lubricate, and his finger moved more easily. He leaned down and started to lick her, commenting on her flavor. Bill took a shot of Charlie with his tongue thrust deep into her vaginal tunnel. I thought then that Charlie would start fucking her, but I was wrong. Instead, he grabbed a broom, and started fucking her with the broom handle! Both of them smiled as they heard her scream. I cringed. I wanted to cover my ears, but my cuffed wrists prevented that. After tormenting her poor cunt for a while, they both removed their clothing, revealing bodies that were not worth writing home about. Charlie took his now fully turgid cock, rammed it into her, and started bucking fast. I could hear the squishing/sucking sounds of his cock moving in and out of her. Bill did something that I'd never seen anyone do before. Naked, he straddled her face, facing Charlie, and began rubbing his balls all over her face, grinning like an idiot. I don't know if he received much pleasure from doing that, but I know it was done to further humiliate my Mistress. He was doing his best to embarrass and degrade this "uppity bitch" as he called her. This is where I learned that his cell phone camera had a timer switch, because he set it up to get a good picture of both of them using my Mistress in this manner. Charlie moaned, "I'm gonna cum," so Bill scampered out of the way. Charlie lunged up, pumping his cock with his hand, and directed an amazing amount of white creamy cum, which first hit the area of my Mistress' clit, and then sprayed up along her tummy and chest, spattering not only her tits, but also her face. Of course, Bill took quite a few photos of her, from her raw, red gaping cunt all the way up Charlie's cum trail; the so-called "after" pictures. I was pretty certain that my Mistress had not reached orgasm. The men were certainly not trying to pleasure her. They untied her, and unceremoniously dumped her on the floor next to me. She seemed still dazed, and apparently to them presented no danger in this locked room, so they merely tied her ankles together to prevent her from moving very fast. Then they grabbed me. "Your turn, girlie," gloated Bill. As they dragged me to the cot, I heard Bill whispering to Charlie. As they had done to my Mistress, they secured my cuffed wrists to the steel bar at the top of the cot, but I was face down, not face up. A small pillow was shoved under my pelvis, and one of them held me while the other tied my ankles apart to the bottom corners of the cot. I heard Bill chortle, "I've always wanted to try fucking a girl in the ass. Now's my big chance." I shuddered, and felt my ass hole tighten reflexively. He asked Charlie, "Do you think I should lube her hole or my cock somehow, or just jab it in?" I swallowed convulsively, praying for some sort of lube, but I instinctively knew that begging for it would probably produce the opposite response, so I kept my mouth shut. "Well first," Charlie replied, "I think it would be a good idea to check how clean that hole is." I felt hands, which I assumed were Bill's, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing my tiny puckered opening. I turned my head as best I could to look over my shoulder, and saw Charlie now handling the camera, taking a series of before pictures of me, including a close-up of my exposed ass hole. Bill commented, "Looks pretty clean to me, but it seems awful tiny. You really think my cock will fit?" "Only one way to really find out," Charlie answered. Bill pondered aloud, "Well, trying to poke my cock into that thing while it's dry would probably hurt me, so I think it needs a bit of lubing. Anyway, there's another thing that I always wanted to try. It seems dirty and nasty, but I wanna do it." "Go ahead," Charlie urged, "she's your plaything." There was a slight pause, and the cot shifted slightly, and then I felt something hot and wet tentatively pressing against the sensitive tissues around my anal ring. Bill was licking me – hesitantly at first – perhaps he feared my "nasty place" would taste bad. But then he got more and more into it. Lapping away merrily, he got me moaning as his tongue tip started prodding deeper into my opening. I felt my anal muscles starting to alternate between clenching and relaxing. Bill noticed this, and it must have been visible movement, because he pointed it out to Charlie. Charlie, perhaps a bit envious at his friend's boldness, said, "You look like you're having a lot of fun doing that. I want a taste also." "Be my guest," Bill said generously. "That'll help keep her wet while she gets me ready." As Charlie began licking my ass, Bill brought his cock up to my mouth and ordered, "Get it nice and wet, girlie. It's for your own good." I understood what he meant, and started bathing his cock with my saliva, using my tongue and lips to good advantage. His cock was already stiff, but the sensations I was creating made it swell and harden even more. Bill groaned. "Get out of the way, Charlie. I need to bury this in her tight little ass." Bill disappeared from sight, the cot shifted again, and I felt my two butt cheeks spread wide apart. I looked over my shoulder again, and realized it was Charlie that was spreading me open for his buddy, who must have been using his own hand to guide his cock to my anal entrance. I felt the damp head of that cock press against my ring, and tried to relax and let it in. But Bill did not give me much of a chance. A novice at ass fucking, he must have thought pushing hard and fast was the only way to get through the opening. So he grunted, and shoved. I could not stop myself from screaming as what felt like a hot poker invaded my ass! I barely heard Bill exclaim, "Oh man! This is so warm and tight – it's fantastic!" Heedless of my shrieks and protests, he began pumping that stiff rod in and out of my ravaged rear tunnel. Thankfully, he was so excited that he came quickly, jetting his semen into my ass. But they were far from done with us. Like little boys with brand-new toys, they kept playing with us. When their cocks needed a rest, they used the broom handle, thankfully soaked and slick with our juices, in any hole they could fit it into, all the while snapping pictures. They bragged about how these photos were going to be their insurance policies. How they were going to make us their sex slaves any time they wanted us. I shuddered to think what kind of future that would be. They had close-ups of our faces, with their fingers pinching our nose shut to force our mouth open, cock ready to plunge in. And with their cocks all the way down our throats. And with our faces spattered with cum. They even had one where Mistress and I were both cuffed with our hands behind our back, kneeling bent over facing each other, heads down, and asses up. In this position, each of the men had rammed his cock, doggie style, deep into our ass hole, and they were holding up our cuffed wrists with one hand, giving each other a "high five" hand slap of victory with the other, grinning into the camera triumphantly. During one of the respites, Mistress and I were slumped together, completely untied, since we obviously represented no threat, worn out as we were. Mistress whispered to me, "Distract them somehow, pet." I racked my brain for something, anything, that would grab their attention. Finally, I got an idea, and summoning some strength, managed to stand up and pad over to where the men were resting. "I'll bet I can show you something that you've never seen before," I challenged. "Oh yeah?" Bill said. "And just what would that be?" Without speaking, I walked over to a corner of the room, laid down on my back, raising both feet onto adjacent walls. Then I inched my ass into the corner and up into the air until my back wedged into the corner, and my feet touched the floor near the base of each adjacent wall. This presented a very obscene view to the men, who got up and came closer to look. But I was not done. I pulled my labia apart, and formed three fingers into a wedge, and inserted them. I started working them in and out, widening them to stretch myself further open. As my cunt relaxed and opened, I added my fourth finger, and finally my thumb to the wedge. I was pressing inward so hard that my knuckles were bumping against my vaginal opening. "Charlie, is she doing what I think she's doing?" "My God, Bill – I believe she is." They both leaned closer, almost unbelieving as my first knuckle started to clear the opening, and enter me. I have usually found the first knuckle to be the hardest. Once that enters, by flexing my fingers, the rest go in more easily. Within a minute or two, I was fully fisting myself. The men were watching closely, with jaws agape, mesmerized by this sight. Just to make certain that I kept their attention closely focused, I began moaning loudly as I moved my fist within myself. Unbeknownst to the men, during this distraction, my Mistress got her hands on the cell phone. She quickly forwarded several of the pictures to her own eMail, including the very damning one of the cuffed prisoners being ass fucked doggie style, which clearly showed the faces of the abusers. Holding the phone where it could easily be seen, she walked over to our group and said, "That is enough, my pet. You can stop now." The men's heads swiveled around, one of them saying, "What you mean – stopping her?" Then they saw the cell phone in her hands. "What did you do?" Bill choked out. Mistress answered, "I merely gave us our own insurance policy. I, and perhaps a few other people, now have some very interesting pictures showing the abuse of power by you two. I doubt that your superiors would be very lenient if these pictures became public knowledge. You will give us our clothes immediately. You will let us go. And you'll never bother us again. Is that clear?" Submissive's Journey 19 We had them – and we had them good. A feeling of relief washed over me. We held the power of not only their jobs, but also the possibility of putting them into jail for quite some period of time. Their "insurance policy" of having readily available sex slaves was now turned completely against them. Once the enormity of their situation sank in, they capitulated. Scurrying to get our clothes, they apologized profusely, begging us not to turn them in. Once we were dressed, they drove us back to where our car was parked, trying to be so chivalrous that Mistress and I were having a hard time keeping straight faces. We were trying hard not to laugh at this sudden change in their behavior. That was not actually the last time that we saw Charlie and Bill. They still patrol "our" forest. Sometimes we encounter them on our walks. We no longer bother to hide from them, and, if Mistress is feeling generous, she sometimes has me give them a hand job or a blow job. I don't mind one bit. It's very different doing this when you are the person with the upper hand. But, when Mistress and I go outdoors to other places, we are much more careful. We don't want to risk getting caught again. We might not get out of it so easily. I know you are wondering. Yes, we still have the pictures. (continued in part 20) Submissive's Journey 20 I am not a pain slut. I want to make that perfectly clear from the start. I am not one of those people that seeks pain. I am certainly not one of those people that likes to have hooks inserted into my flesh, so that I can derive strange pleasure by being suspended by them. If people want to do that, that is their choice, and as long as I don't have to watch, I have no problem with it. I am not trying to be judgmental. But that is not for me. Pain is bad. Pain hurts... sort of... at least I think so... at least I thought so... If you have been reading my story, you might recall that the day I showed Susan my toys, she made me cum with a riding crop. But I just chalked that up to the excitement of sharing this aspect of my life with her for the first time. After that, from time to time when I had been bad, Susan took me over her knee and spanked me – hard. It hurt. I screamed and struggled. But after a while, I noticed a sort of tingling deep in my core. I got to wondering if pain could somehow be transformed. Deeply curious by nature, I decided to experiment. On the Internet I had seen videos of men and women being tortured with hot wax. I wondered how bad that actually felt. Judging from their shrieks of dismay, pretty bad. But I decided to try anyway. When Susan was off to work, I had lots of privacy, giving me an opportunity to put my plan into action. I got a candle with a large diameter, and lit it. After a while, it had a nice pool of liquid wax. I decided my arm might be the safest place to test, so, gathering my courage, I stood on some newspapers, held out my arm, and tilted the candle above it. The wax struck. Maybe it was my imagination that added a hissing sound as it hit. The pain was intense! I was standing next to the sink, so I immediately ran cold water on it. When I peeled away the wax, the skin underneath was a fierce red, but thankfully not blistered. I don't give up too easily. I guessed that I had been holding the candle too low – too close to my skin. Choosing another area, I raised the candle up high, and gritting my teeth, tilted it. A tiny stream of wax poured down and struck. Hot. Clinging to my skin. But much more tolerable. Getting bolder over a period of days, I dropped wax on my palm, my fingertips, my legs, kneecaps, and the fronts of my thighs. I was always careful to keep the candle high enough not to blister me. One drop on the front of my thigh splashed over onto my inner thigh. Much more sensitive skin there. I did scream a little when that hit. So the wax definitely caused pain, but tolerable pain if I was careful. In the videos, much of the hot wax was dropped onto the victim's torso. I was working my way towards this goal. I noticed something else. As I got familiar with the pain from the heat of the wax, it began to become a sensation. This transition is difficult to describe, but sensations are reports from our nerves. They are basically information. Our brain takes these reports and interprets them. At first, my brain interpreted the sensations as: "Bad! Damage occurring! Stop it at all costs." But later, as the sensations became more and more familiar, apparently my brain started interpreting them as... Well, as... interesting. Not exactly good, certainly not fun, but almost becoming comfortable, if that makes sense. So, in a way, pain was becoming a comfortable friend. But this was pain that I was controlling. Self-inflicted pain. Since I was the one doing it, I knew exactly where it was going; how intense it was going to be; where and when it was going to occur. In other words, predictable. I found that it was very different when someone else was inflicting the pain. My brain would involuntarily go into a panic mode. It would be back to reporting pure damage, begging me to make whatever it was that was doing it to stop. I had a much more difficult time viewing this pain as mere sensation. By this time, I was serving two Mistresses: both Susan and Barbara, as devoted readers will know. Barbara caught me in the act of performing one of my experiments on my self. She questioned me thoroughly about what I was doing, and once she understood, decided, along with Susan, to continue my training in this area. Therefore, from time to time, she or Susan would inflict pain on me, even though I had done nothing wrong. They encouraged me to continue to attempt to view the pain as not only a sensation, but ultimately as a good sensation. I cannot say that I was truly successful, due to the panicked feeling I described. But I tried to learn. Then one day I did something really stupid. For some reason, I was feeling moody. When Mistress Barbara told me to do something – I think it was something innocuous, like clean the floor – I suddenly snapped, and yelled at her. There was absolutely no reason for my discourtesy. The moment the words came out of my mouth, I realized what a nasty, horrible thing I had just said. I dropped to my knees, putting my head down by the floor, and begged her forgiveness. But there was no way that I could take back the words, or the tone of voice that I had used. I felt the room get icy. Mistress Susan was nearby, and she also heard. Mistress Barbara told me to stay exactly as I was, she walked off to consult with Mistress Susan. I could not make out what they were saying, but I knew they were discussing my punishment, and I knew that it would have to be severe, so my body started trembling involuntarily. After what seemed to be an eternity, the two women approached me. As I again began trying to apologize, my words were quickly cut off as Mistress Susan shoved a ball gag into my mouth, securing it tightly. At the same time, Mistress Barbara cuffed my wrists behind my back, and attached a chain between my ankles. Then they dragged me, still trying to plead for mercy with my eyes and strange garbled sounds from my gagged mouth, out to the car. I was pushed onto the floor by the rear seat. I was not naked. I was wearing some light clothing at that particular moment. I was not blindfolded, but I could not see where we were going from my position on the floor of the car. The two women made no comments during our journey. Finally the car stopped, and I was dragged out and into – the bondage club. We encountered a few other members of the club as I was hustled down the corridors; some Dominant members, and several submissive members. I'm sure that I was flushed with embarrassment, because the grim expression on the faces of my Mistresses clearly signaled that I was in trouble. They took me into a room that contained a bondage cross. There, my leg chains were removed, and my wrists were uncuffed. Still gagged so I could make no comments, I was commanded to strip quickly. My heart thumping madly, my spirits sinking, I removed what little clothing I wore. When I was fully naked, the two women chained me to the cross, in a spread eagle position. Mistress Barbara said, "I am going to remove your gag, but I want to hear no more attempts to apologize. Do you understand?" I nodded, and she took off the gag. They both walked to the equipment wall, and I swallowed hard as I saw them each choose a flogger. The floggers they chose both had narrow strands. Harsh strands used to inflict punishment. The skin all over my body started to have a crawling feeling as I imagined my tender flesh covered with painful strokes. But as they came back close to me, Mistress Barbara said something completely unexpected. She said, "We will not release you until you have cum." This confused me. How could pleasure possibly be my punishment? Before my confusion could be cleared up, she flicked the flogger strands right into my cunt! The sudden pain shocked me to my core! A shriek ripped from my throat, and my toes curled downward in a belated attempt to raise my pussy up out of the way of the strands. Then Mistress Susan whipped her flogger strands into the same area. Again the harsh pain rocketed through my body. I screamed again. I could not stop myself. They both continued to flog my cunt, striking me in alternation, flogging me nowhere else. They concentrated completely on my cunt, not striking rapidly, but incessantly. The strokes were not all harsh ones. They substituted lighter strokes from time to time, sort of giving me a rest, but never stopping. The flogging continued for 10 minutes or so, my Mistresses ignoring my cries and my tears. The noise I was making attracted some curious onlookers, who came into the room. The Dominants seated themselves on chairs, their submissives were placed kneeling by their feet. All eyes were riveted on me, in my agony. I felt so ashamed about them gazing at me. Such a harsh punishment is only given to nasty subbes. A subbe like I was at this moment. I had a safe word, and in my desperation, I briefly considered using it. But I felt to do so would be a failure on my part. I never wanted to fail my Mistresses, especially in front of a crowd. Seeing my distress, Mistress Barbara said to me, "If you want this nightmare to stop, you have no choice but acceptance." As the flogging continued, the pain in my cunt the worst that I have ever felt. Finally, I closed my eyes, and decided to attempt to travel the path that my Mistresses were proposing. Instead of shouting and crying, I began to moan to try to change my mood. I could not change this event. I could not change what was being done to me, but I could change my perception of what was happening. The flogging strokes were still striking harshly, but I forgot about the portion of skin that was being directly struck. Instead, I focused my attention on my clitoris, which was being indirectly stimulated by the strokes. I also thought about the warmth in my thighs, and about all the eyes in the room that were drinking in the sight of my naked body, especially my breasts, exposed for all to see. I began to realize that there were both good things and bad things present in this experience. I was now focusing my concentration clearly on the good things. Soon I heard Mistress Barbara say, "Good. Your cunt is opening. Your labia are accepting. Keep doing what you are doing." The tone of her voice conveyed her happiness. She was using me, just as if she was fucking me! I started to feel that my clit was not receiving indirect stimulation any longer. It was being directly flogged, as its excitement built, and its engorgement increased, allowing its head to peek from its hood. I realized that my clit was now the direct target of the attention of both my Mistresses, and perhaps even the focus of the crowd of onlookers! As this thought crossed my mind, I heard drips hitting the floor below me! I had squirted as an orgasm suddenly erupted from my core! The pain was wracking my whole body, but I was also filled with pride and lust. I was shouting and moaning just like I do during an orgasm during sex! The flogging ceased. I hung there, quivering, shaking; glistening with sweat and my cum juices. My Mistresses stepped back to each side, to give the crowd a clear view of me experiencing my first true pain orgasm. Many came forward to congratulate my Mistresses, and I was dimly aware that one or two may have congratulated me as well. I must admit my mind was not fully recovered as of that moment. But I was aware of how proudly my Mistresses were gazing at me. Looking back on the totality of this experience, I can only summarize it as: perfect. (continued in part 21) Submissive's Journey 21 Why would I ever not want to have an orgasm? I really had no idea. Having an orgasm is the high point of my existence these days. When I am cumming, time seems to come to a standstill, as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body. So when my Mistress, Barbara, said that I was going to have to learn to control my orgasms, I was confused. Of course, her word is law for me. When I submitted to her, it was with the hope that she would help me explore my limits; that she would give me new experiences, and she was very good at this. Many times, when she would be toying with me, she would take me to the very brink of orgasm. Her strict rule was that any time she was playing with me, if I felt my orgasm approaching I had to obtain permission from her to cum. Oh, the sweet agony of holding back my orgasm, while she pondered if she felt that I had climbed high enough. Often, she would reply, "Not yet." And she would continue to stimulate me and torment me in the most delicious ways. But her statement of "not yet" implied that the orgasm would still arrive, only later, so I held back, and held back, climbing higher and higher; climbing to heights that I never knew I could achieve. Finally she would say, "Now you may cum." At that, my body would explode with the most magnificent orgasms I had ever felt. So naturally, I assumed that THIS is what she meant when she said I must learn to control my orgasms. Someday, I may be wise enough not to assume I know her plans about anything. My misinterpretation became clear to me, because one day she proved to me that my assumption had been all wrong. On that day, we both were naked. Me, wearing only my collar and handcuffs; my Mistress wearing only her favorite strap-on. She had cuffed my hands behind my back, making the entire front of my body readily available to her. She was laying on her back, and had pulled me atop her, grabbing my hips to impale me on her strap-on. My pussy was already soaking wet by things that she had done earlier to me, so the strap-on slipped easily up into my vaginal passage. Still, I could not suppress a gasp as it suddenly stretched and filled me. My knees were straddling her hips as my labia smacked the base of her strap-on. "Get busy, pet. Start riding!" She gave each of my well exposed tits a stinging slap to encourage me. Unable to use my hands, I began lifting my pelvis with my thighs, and then lowering myself back down again. Her strap-on was constructed in such a manner that every time my weight came down on it, another shaft would be driven into her cunt, and the base plate would grind sensuously on her mound and clit. Her hands were wandering over the front of my torso, teasing me with a mixture of caresses and torments. Sometimes her fingertips would whisper over my sensitive flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Sometimes her fingernails would scratch just hard enough to leave red streaks. Sometimes her hands would massage the entire globes of my breasts, bobbing before her as I moved up and down. Sometimes her fingers would grasp my areolae and/or nipples in a grip so painful I would wince. All the while she did these things, she was looking into my face, watching my reactions to what she was doing. I know we were both excited; the wetness where our groins came together was ample proof. Each time my weight smacked down on the base of the strap on, it made Mistress' body bounce slightly. That slight movement would make her luscious breasts wobble and dance before my eyes. Her nipples, like mine, were fully engorged, drawing my attention, and making my mouth water as I began imagining covering them with my lips and suckling. But that was only in my imagination. I had to hold my torso vertically to maintain my up and down fucking action. Her strap-on was bumping against some of my most sensitive areas internally, and it was not long before I felt the familiar sensation of my approaching orgasm. Addressing my Mistress with a pleading expression on my face, I asked, "May I please cum, Mistress?" Instead of saying, "Yes, you may cum," or even "Not yet," she answered with something I never expected to hear. "Pet, you are not going to cum at all during this session. Let me make this clear. You are forbidden to cum." I was still bouncing feverishly on her strap-on, as my mind tried to process her command. When it registered, I realized that I needed to do something to squelch my onrushing orgasm. So, I began slowing my up-and-down movements, subtly changing the angle that the strap-on penetrated me. I also bit my lip hard, to generate a sudden pain to shock my awareness away from the pleasure that had built in my core. It was working. I felt my orgasm receding. Inwardly, I was feeling rather smug that I had so quickly come up with a solution to my problem. That is when I noticed the look of anger on my Mistress' face. I had seldom seen her look so pissed off. With a buck of her hips and a shove of her hands, she abruptly dislodged me from the strap-on, and I found myself suddenly laying on my side beside her. But only for a moment. She leaped to her feet, planted her hands on her hips, and glared down at me. "How dare you?!" As I started to stammer something about my confusion, she went on to say, "You cheated! Don't deny it! I saw you bite your lip!I felt you change your rhythm!" "But Mistress, you told me not to cum," I protested. "That is correct," she replied. "But I did not tell you to slow down, did I? I did not tell you to change your rhythm. I certainly did not tell you to rob me of my pleasure!" My heart shrank in my chest as I realized what she meant. I had been pleasuring her; driving her towards HER orgasm. My change in rhythm and speed had frustrated that. I was mortified. I had forgotten that I was her toy, and she was using me to pleasure herself. Her anger was palpable, and justified. I immediately apologized, conveying my dismay as best I could with facial expressions, since having my hands cuffed behind me limited me from doing much else. Mistress must have believed my sincerity, because her angry expression was somewhat mollified. This gave me the courage to venture a question. "Mistress, may I ask something?" "Go ahead," was her terse reply. "Mistress, you commanded me not to cum, but an orgasm is a physiological response of my body. If I had continued to do exactly what I was doing, I would have cum, thereby disobeying you. So what was I to do? I was really trying to obey your command. Now I see that I had foolishly not thought through the results of what I did." This question, wrapped with further explanatory apologies seemed to trigger the teacher within my Mistress. After all, she was training me to become the best pet that I can be. Her angry expression softened into a gentle smile. "Oh, you silly thing. You think that orgasms are inevitable just because your body is being stimulated? Those stimulations are merely sensations. You bring those sensations into your awareness and you can act on them on any way that you wish. Just as you can take the sensations of pain, and convert them into sensations that are merely interesting, or even into sensations that are pleasurable, you can take the sensations of pleasure, and convert them also." "Tell me," she went on to ask, "have you never been fucking someone, and, even though it felt good, you just didn't feel like cumming, but you still wanted them to achieve their release?" I only had to think about that question for a moment or two. The image came to mind of a former boyfriend who was a nice person, but somehow the chemistry between us had not "clicked" for me. There were many times during our brief relationship when I truly wanted him to achieve satisfaction as we made love, even though the pleasurable sensations were never enough for me to achieve my peak. Blushing, I whispered, "Yes, Mistress. There were such times." "Good," she said. "So draw upon that memory and use it to convert the sensations of your approaching orgasm into sensations that are merely 'nice'." My eyes widened with surprise as I realized how easy this would be to do. I think she saw the comprehension on my face, because she nodded approvingly. I asked shyly, "Mistress, may your silly pet try once again, so that she may show you that she truly understands?" To my delight, she chuckled and lifted me onto my knees, then settled herself on her back beside me. "Very well, my pet. Show me." Grateful for a second chance, I again straddled her and, wriggling my hips, managed hands-free to get her strap-on to slip back up into my cunt. I started with slow up-and-down movements of my hips, and at the bottom of each stroke I moved my hips in a small circle to better stimulate my Mistress' clit. For her part, she was determined to test my resolve. She watched my face closely as her hands moved to the front of my torso and began doing amazing things to stimulate me. It felt like three or four hands were caressing me; teasing me; tormenting me. My breasts became glowing masses of pleasure; my nipples engorged so fully that they felt like they wanted to explode. My belly muscles fluttered to her touch. My clit thrummed under her gentle strokes. Her hands caressed my neck, and my arms. She had me moaning in minutes, and my moans blended with hers, since seeing me so aroused was indeed turning her on as well. The speed of my strokes on her strap on increased, my cunt slapping down on her pelvis with wet, squishy noises as my juices flowed. Later, she told me that those urgent impacts of my cunt against her, sent erotic vibrations to her very core. I felt my orgasm starting to build, and without changing my rhythm, I kept pounding myself vigorously up-and-down on her penetrating rod. I took a mental hold on my sensations and examined them, remembering those interactions with my former boyfriend. To my delight, I was able to convert them from being urgent messages that my body had to cum... into... it's difficult to describe... into mere pleasure at being able to give the use of my body to someone that I cared deeply for. My body became a gift for my Mistress. A gift that sought only her pleasure, not my own. My control, my delight, must have shone from my eyes, because my Mistress then gave me one of the brightest, deepest smiles I had ever seen from her. She whispered, "Very good, my pet. Keep it up. Don't stop." Her whisper trailed off into a series of gasps, and her body began shaking underneath me. She cried out with a very vocal release, as her cunt began spasming, welling her nectar up from behind the base plate of her strap-on, soaking us both. When she began to orgasm, I almost joined her. The sight, sound, smell, and feel of her naked body always affects me strongly. Again, focusing on the fact that this pleasure was my gift to her – that this was not about me – helped me maintain my control. To prove that I had truly learned my lesson, my Mistress had me continue to "fuck" her to two more magnificent orgasms. Sated, she removed her strap-on, uncuffed my wrists, and cuddled me to her side. I rested in her embrace, blissfully happy, even though I had not experienced a single orgasm of my own. (continued in part 22) Submissive's Journey 22 My Mistress commanded, "Come with me." She took me to the bondage club. We entered a dimly lit room, already prepared for us. I immediately noticed the steel table in the center of the room. My eyes were drawn to it, because three sides of it, the head, the far side, and the foot were illuminated by burning candles. These were thick diameter candles, with large pools of melted wax. Also in the dimness of the room were a few side tables, with items on them that gleamed in the candlelight. As my eyes adjusted, they widened in shock as I perceived many metallic objects: knives, clamps, speculum; even a neurological wheel, with its thin sharp prongs. My mouth went dry as I considered all the possibilities this room offered. My Mistress told me to strip. I did so, quickly and obediently, trying to keep my hands from shaking. When I was fully naked, she said, "Now get up onto the table, my pet, face up." I was glad that one side of the table lacked candles. I was able to scramble up without tipping any over, or burning myself. I laid back, and felt the contrasts. The cool steel along the back of my body; the gentle warmth of the candles near my head, down my left side, to my feet. My Mistress said, "This is a sort of experiment." She handed me a blindfold. She continued, "I am going to leave the room briefly, while you decide if you want to take part. If so, you will be wearing that blindfold when I return." With that – with no further explanation – she walked out of the room. My heart was thumping hard and fast as I sat up and again scanned the room, seeing all those metal instruments, and considering the word "experiment" and what it might entail. But after only a moment or two of hesitation, I tied the blindfold securely at the back of my head, plunging myself into absolute darkness. I settled back onto the cool steel surface. Time passed. Not too much, but an eternity. Finally I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the table. It could have been anyone, since the club has many members. I may have held my breath, listening carefully, seeking clues. You can imagine my relief when I heard my Mistress speak, "Very good, my pet. I am pleased. The blindfold, by cutting off your important sense of vision, will heighten your other senses." She was very correct in this. In my darkness, I could hear my heart beating in my chest and the rush of blood to the blood vessels inside my ears. I could tell the approximate location of my Mistress by her subtle breathing sounds. I could smell my slightly acrid sweat – a sign of my nervousness – mixed with the spicy scents that I associated with my Mistress. My skin sensors along my back were practically shouting about the coolness of the steel, while those along my head, left side, and feet were highly aware of the heat emanating from the candles. The skin along the front of my body and its right side had the curious sensation that I can best describe as standing on tiptoe. In other words, the sensors straining to try to pick up information from the environment. I had nothing to taste, but I'm sure that if I had, the flavors would have exploded in my mouth. Mistress softly dragged her fingers down the center of my torso, from the top of my sternum to just before my pubic bone. She deftly avoided contact with either of my breasts, and with my sex, but the warmth of her fingers contrasted with the cooler air of the room which was washing over my nude form. I heard Mistress walk to one of the tables, selecting something. She returned a moment later to my right side, and placed something high up on my stomach, just below my breasts. I almost shrieked and sat up as I realized from its weight and shape what it was. A large, flat bladed knife! Even though I neither cried out, nor sat up, my hands did instinctively raise up off of the table surface to begin a protective gesture. Still in this utter darkness, with a force of will, I returned to my hands to my sides. My heart accelerated so much, I could feel the blood pulsing in the arteries of my neck. My Mistress spoke. "I have not tied you down to this table, my pet. Would you prefer that I do so? Would that help you remain still?" I thought about the implications of these words. My consciousness focused on the contact of that knife laying on my sensitive skin. Rationality finally took a hold of my gibbering mind, and I realized that Mistress knew and honored my limits, one of which is no bloodletting. So, while I had no idea why she placed the knife on me, I realized that I could trust her not to cut me. I answered, "No, Mistress. You do not have to restrain me. I promise to try to do better. To remain still for you." Her voice almost purred, "Excellent, my pet." She removed the knife, replacing it on a side table. I heard the familiar sound of the chains that connected clamps to each other as she returned to my side. I could feel my nipples almost trying to decide whether to perk up and accept the clamps with their corresponding pain, or shrink up, trying to avoid them. I was completely surprised to feel the jaws of the first clamp bite into the skin on the inside of my right arm. This pair of clamps must have had a rather long chain, because the second pair of jaws soon attach themselves to the inside of my right thigh. The skin in both areas is extremely tender; however, numbness in these areas quickly followed. I barely had time to register the numbness, before the clamps were removed, flooding the area with a wash of pain more exquisite than that caused by the original application. She even let a few of my toes experience the sensation of being clamped, something I had never felt before. The clamps were returned to the side table, and something else was selected. I heard sort of a flicking, whirring sound as the item was tested, and correctly guessed it was the neurological wheel. I had felt this before, rolling its way across my breasts, my tummy, and my thighs. The tiny sharp spines always made my skin crawl as they pricked their way along, leaving heightened sensations in their wake. My tummy fluttered, its muscles firing involuntarily, bracing itself as I waited in my self-imposed darkness. I almost jumped when I felt the spines rolling across my cheek, instead. Mistress ran the wheel carefully across both of my cheeks, my chin, and even delicately along my nose and lips. Everywhere it touched erupted with sensations. When she finished with my face, Mistress briefly ran the wheel along the soles of both of my feet, and ultimately returned it to the side table, lifting something else from the surface. My mind was working overtime, trying to deduce her actions. From the ratcheting sounds this device was making, I quickly guessed it was the speculum. My pussy reacted immediately, anticipating an intrusion, followed by a dilation. I was still speculating how wide my Mistress plan to stretch my cunt, when I felt the surprising sensation of the speculum being worked into my mouth! A few clicks from the device's ratchets, and my mouth was firmly wedged open. The snicking sound of a flashlight being turned on followed this, and I actually could feel the heat of its beam on the tissues inside my mouth. My Mistress must have had a wonderful view of my uvula. The flashlight snicked off, the speculum jaws were released, allowing its removal, and letting me close my mouth once again. I swallowed a few times, re-wetting the lining of my mouth. I began to perceive a pattern, such as it was. Mistress was using familiar devices, but in unexpected places. From the sounds I was hearing, my Mistress was rummaging around on one of the tables, and then she returned to my side. I felt her grasping each of my labia, stretching them to the sides, and taping them in place against my inner thighs. She has done this in the past, and I knew that this exposed both my urethral and vaginal openings. My lips curled into a smile. I hoped she was enjoying the view. Suddenly I realized that for all I knew, there could be several people in the room, if they had entered while I was distracted. I had no way of knowing, but I found this idea strangely exciting. Mistress brushed against me as she reached across the table. I guessed she was picking up one of the candles. This was confirmed as I felt the movement of its sphere of heat as it passed from the left side of my torso to my right, where she was standing. She spoke, "Make very certain that you do not move, my pet. I want you to be careful not to raise your arms and bump mine." This reminded me of the deep well of molten wax that I had seen on each of the candles before blindfolding myself. I certainly did not want to cause all that scalding material to fall on my body. I held myself even more rigid than before. With that, I felt the circular base of the candle pressed to the skin on the upper part of my belly. She was resting the candle there, I could tell. I dared not move a muscle. Hot wax dropped from a height may sting a little, but hot wax dropped this close to my body would burn me. I fully understood why my Mistress had cautioned me not to move. After a brief pause, I felt her slowly start sliding the base of the candle along my torso down towards my pubic area, and then back up to my navel. She moved the candle in small circles around my navel. The small circles gradually widen into a spiral. My skin was so sensitive – so alive – and I was so focused that I knew where the candle was at every moment. To say that she had my complete attention would be an understatement. I was barely daring to breathe, since that might make my stomach rise and fall. Then something changed. The circular impression of the candle face touching my skin transformed into a crescent shape. Shocked, I realized that this meant the candle was tipping! It was touching my skin, and tipping! It was placed about halfway between my navel and my mound, and the tilt indicated it was tipping towards my cunt! Mentally, I began whimpering. I was even scared to vocalize anything, lest the sudden sound in this quiet room might startle her enough to jerk her hand. I felt my hands balling into fists, my toes slowly curling downward, my body tensing itself for the painful ordeal that was about to occur. Then it happened! A scalding mass of fluid spilled across my mound, and cascaded down into the valley between my thighs, where my taped-open labia left my clit, urethra, and vagina completely exposed! The molten river of fluid swept over these extremely sensitive parts of my anatomy! It was all I could do to prevent myself from leaping upward as the fluid struck. But I could not stop myself from vocalizing. I shrieked with dismay! And, to my amazement, the blistering flow suddenly turned cool – even cold! My confused mind was still trying to work out what had happened as my Mistress removed my blindfold. She helped me sit up and look between my thighs. I was completely amazed to see the absence of any wax. Instead, the aroma of rose water wafted up from the fluid spilled in this region. All of my Mistress's actions were geared to convincing me that she was about to spill a mass of molten wax on me, and she had doused me with cool rose water instead. It was only my body's anticipation that originally fooled me into feeling the heat as that fluid hit my skin. She smiled at me and said, "That, my pet, is what we call a 'mind fuck' – fun, isn't it?"