3 comments/ 43606 views/ 3 favorites A Girl Surrenders Ch. 01 By: Gazers_kitten She checks her face and hair in the rear view mirror.. was she ready? could she handle this? should she just turn around and leave? She saw the excitement in her own eyes and knew the answer. She was ready... or at least willing to try. The sun was shining, bright and cheerful.. the breeze was catching the filmy material of her sundress and threatening to make it fly up. Which would expose her nakedness beneath. She had been here so many times before, the familiar sights of purple flowers and the shade of the small tree by the steps to her Owner's house were definitely comforting, in and of themselves.. but what lay beyond the front door was still a bit dark and frightening. That morning she had received an email from her Owner. It was vague but completely to the point, in giving all the information she needed... My kitten, Come to Me. 9:35 a.m. Wear only your red sundress and black sandals. Hair down, no make up, freshly showered and shaved. Leave your van in the side parking lot, locked and bring only: -an open pack of Marlboros with 14 cigarettes in it -a black silky scarf -one bottle of drinking water -and your van keys. Knock twice and wait outside My door. As she walked up the 3 steps her pulse quickened. Her palms felt slick. She was wett. *knocks twice, and waits* ...and waits ...and waits She wonders if she has knocked loud enough? Was he off having a cigarette? On the phone? In the bathroom? Did He miss the sound of her knock? ...and waits The door slowly opens... a stranger is standing there! A man, mid 30's, average build, brown hair... bare chested... She wonders if he has anything on... and WHO is he? The door hides everything below the waist... and he smiles at her, almost wickedly. Who is this? Where is her Owner? He speaks softly, precisely and with a slight authority. "Give me the items in your hands." The screen door opens partially; she sneaks a look and sees he is wearing a loose pair of black shorts.. as she reaches for the side of the door to open it fully, she stops at his next words... "no, hand me the items." She hands the stranger her keys, her pack of smokes and the black scarf. The screen door is closed. She looks up at him with questions in her eyes.. he seems to be waiting. Quickly, she places her feet shoulder width apart and places her hands behind her back and clasps them, elbows straight out... her right one grazing the side of the house slightly. The stranger smiles and speaks again. "You will remove your shoes and place them in front of this door." She does as she is told and returns to the standing at attention position. "Now, you will remove your dress. Kneel-up and hold your dress behind you at the small of your back and wait." With that, he closed the main door. Oh my goodness?! What was he thinking? Out here? In the open? What if a neighbor came by? She remembers the time she was outside on the back porch, and Sir's neighbor came out to chat.. and she was wearing her blue sundress with all the buttons undone, except the top and middle ones... she was so embarrassed! She had turned away and felt so ashamed that she was being rude to her Sir's neighbor.. but could not expose her body to the neighbor. She was scared, nervous, confused. She looked at the closed door.. and resisted looking to her right to see if anyone was watching her from the kitchen window. What should she do? ...a smile crept across her lips.. she *knew* the answer to that... Slowly, but with purpose, she removed her sundress..also deciding not to look around her. In her mind, all she was doing was following the stranger's instructions, which were most probably her Owner's directions. Nothing else mattered in the world.Not where she was, who was there, or what she personally felt about it. They were instructions she *just* needed to follow. She focused on the slate plaque on Sir's front door. Held the dress in her right hand and knelt. Knees should-width apart, feet tucked under her butt, toes down and propping her cheeks up, back straight, head up. She brought her hands behind her and draped the dress over her clasped hands at the small of her back, making sure her elbows were straight out, so her breasts were as perky as 35 year old mother's breasts can be. She closed her eyes and focused on maintaining her posture and breathing steadily. She remained like this for enough time that her knees started to ache, even on the soft mat they were propped on. The warm summer breeze played with the material of the dress being held behind her.. it tickled her ass cheeks, and reminded her that she was showing the neighbor's windows a clear picture of nakedness, but no frontal view, as the plants to her left were hiding her from view, slightly. The breeze also played with her nipples... They were hardening nicely and she was partially proud at how attentitive they were. She moaned softly to herself.. Her pussy was churning and feeling damp... Finally the door opened again. Her eyes remained closed, she was a bit frightened. Would it be the stranger or her Owner? Would she be allowed into the house or left there longer? She knew how much Sir enjoyed *showing* His kitten that he owned her.. every bit of her, and that He would do as HE please with her. She waited, eyes closed.. postured.. and slightly smiling. "You enjoy being exposed like this to the neighbors, don't you?", the stranger's voice asked. *mews (what does she call him, this stranger? *Always make your Owner Proud* was calling out to her in her head) "Yes, sir," she replied softly and with a deep blush of her cheeks. He chuckles, but doesn't say any more. She kneels there, wondering what to do next? Slowly she opens her eyes... and looks up at the opened door, through the screen. The stranger is smiling and looking down at her, looking her over, judging her... She squirms inside, but remains still under his gaze. Is Sir watching thru the kitchen window? Is he just out of sight behind the man behind the screen? Is he even there at all? She blushes again and lowers her eyes. "Oh, no.. dear.. look at me," the stranger states. She raises her eyes quickly and looks directly at him.. The breeze has lifted the dress behind her and her ass is exposed.. He laughs. She blushes. "Good girl." She hears him say. Slowly, the stranger opens the screen door, making sure i have left enough clearance so that he does not hit my knees. With the door opened all the way, she gets her first full length view of the stranger, in his bare feet and shorts. Athletic.. hmmm... tanned... and just enough hair on his arms and legs to make her pussy churn. "Enter properly." was all he said to her, as he held the screen door wide open for her. She placed the dress in her mouth, like a dog carrying a bone... placed her hands on the ground in front of her and moved on all fours in through the door way. -continued- A Girl Surrenders Ch. 02 She crawls through the doorway and in to her Owner's house. Dress in her mouth, being careful not to trip on it. Once she gets inside, she hears the door close behind her. She stops and kneels in the archway between the foyer and the hallway. She keeps her eyes trained on the floor in front of her, even though she desperately wants to look up and around... to see if her Owner is there. She listens for any indication of such. She hears the door being locked behind her.. she is kneeling up, with the dress still hanging from her mouth. She places her hands behind her and waits. A hand reaches in front of her face, from behind and the dress is taken away. Then the stranger's hand is placed on top of her head.. he softly rubs and an a warm comforting feeling washes over her. "Good girl." The stranger passes by her and his hand leaves her head, she is tempted to watch where he goes and what he does.. still also wondering if her Owner is there...somewhere. But, she just keeps her eyes focused on the floor directly in front of her knees. Her ears perk at the sound of jingling chain. The stranger returns and stand directly in front of her. She stares at his bare feet. Hmmm.. she thinks to herself... nice feet.. lickable.. kissable.. she resists the temptation to lower herself to them... "Look at me." He says firmly. She looks up.. His face is kind.. shaven, and his eyes are blue.. steel blue a bit cold looking, but his soft smile is warm and inviting. In his hand is a folded piece of purple paper. Which he hands to her and tells her to read. When she is finished she may ask any clarifying questions that she needs to, then she must remain quiet, until she is asked or allowed to speak, for the remainder of her time there. She nods and says, "yes, sir" clearly. (but still wondering if that is the correct way to address this stranger, in her Owner's house?) The focuses on the folded piece of purple paper. Purple... that is a sign to her that it is going to be instructions from her owner. It is also a "safe word" of sorts, letting her know that He has complete knowledge of what is going to happen to her, and that she is to behave as if He was right there. She unfolds the paper and reads... Good kitten, MY kitten. You have followed my instructions and made me proud. You are to follow the instructions given to you by the bearer of this note, as if they come directly from ME, your Owner. Everything you are about to experience has been discussed with and by me. So no questioning. Just Do. You will address the bearer of this note as "sir" and grant him your trust, respect, and obedience. You will not speak unless you are asked a question or directed to speak by him. The ONLY restriction I have given him is: No vaginal fucking The ONLY restriction I give you is: NO biting Make me proud, kitten. A puzzled look crosses her face. She reads and rereads the note. The instructions are clear. Does she have any questions? No. She folds the paper back up and looks up to the stranger. "Do you have any questions?" he asks. "No, sir", she replies. He takes the note from her hand and smiles, placing it into his pocket. "Do you need a drink?" "No, thank you, sir", she replies. "Then we will begin." He states, with firmness in his voice. From behind him, he pulls a strip of leather.. a collar with a small pad lock hooked on a ring at one end. She takes hold of her hair and pulls it up and away from her neck, He leans down and places the leather around her neck with the opening in the front. Then locks it in place. "This is to remind you that you are a slave. That you are here to do my bidding and to remind you to remain on the floor, unless I bring you up to a standing position. Do you understand?" "yes, sir." "You will be called 'slut puppy', 'slut' or 'puppy' and must respond to being called by your name." He continued. "If I call you 'slut' you will whine and show me your cunt and ass by bending over and spreading your cheeks, so i can see MY fuck hole and placing one finger in your cunt. Do you understand, SLUT?" She whined... hmmm hmmm... turned around and bent over...she felt so dirty... she spread her ass cheeks and placed a finger in her pussy... it was so wett and practically dripping already! "Very good. Return to kneeling." She slowly turned and straightened up.. her finger wett with pussy juice and her face beet red and flaming. He just smiled evilly and told her to lick her slutty juices off her finger. "Now, when I call you 'puppy' you will bark twice, circle in your spot and kneel up in a begging fashion, then offer me your puppy tits, one in each hand and close together. And make sure your knees are always spread wide so that I have access to your puppy cunt. Do you understand this, puppy?" She almost whined! But caught herself just in time.. and immediately set to task... She barked, "rrroof rrroof".. went down to all fours and circled. Knelt up, with her knees spread and offered her titties to him.. "Excellant... you are a well trained pet." He stated.Then he reached down and tweaked each nipple hard, one then the other.. she winced but did not make a sound. "Very very good.. you will not make any noises, especially to pain, unless I have given you permission to do so. Nod if you understand." She nods.. still holding her tits out for him.. her wettness starting to drip down the side of her thighs. "Alright, now, when I call you 'slut puppy' you will stop what ever you are doing and get your slutty ass over to me... kneel with your knees as far apart as you can place them, without cramping and you will suck on my cock until i tell you to stop. And you will swallow if I cum. You may use your hands only to steady yourself, a good pet does not need hands to satisfy its owner's cock. Is this perfectly clear, slut puppy?" She whimpers softly... her face blushing and she nods. The look on his face was scary... OMG! she thinks to herself.. and clasps a hand over her mouth, letting the breast it was just holding fall hard against her chest. Swiftly, he grabbed her hair and pulled her towards him. She had to let go of her mouth and other breast to follow him as he walked farther into her Owner's home. He stopped in the middle of the living room and dropped her hair. "You are a BAD *slut*!" He boomed above her. She whined, turned so that her ass was facing him and bent over.. sticking one finger in her cunt and spreading her ass cheeks in a fairly fluid motion. *what was she thinking? she desperately wanted to apologize. She wanted to do as she had just been told to.. she wanted to kiss his feet and ask for mercy. Oh... her owner would be disappointed... she *mewed* in her head.. and kept sound away from her throat. "Leave your ass in the air and place your arms straight out in front of you... NOW!" She did as she was told and shook slightly, in fear... but then remembered to *Trust*.. and started to concentrate on her breathing. In.. out... slowly... steadily... in... out... A Girl Surrenders Ch. 03 breathing... in... out... slowly... steadily... in... out... The first stripe landed with precise placement, straight across the middle of her upturned ass. It burned hot and red. "Count!" He boomed at her. "One, Sir", she meekly said. Another Stripe.. "Two, Sir." Another... "Three, Sir," her voice shaking. Then it stopped. Was he finished? Her ass was burning.. three stripes very vividly felt, so straight, so distinct.. so perfectly placed. parallel to one another. She fought back the tears. although one escaped and trickled down her face and into the carpet, below her face. "Now, will you be a good slut puppy for me?" He asked with his kinder, softer voice. She knew what to do this time and immediately turned and crawled to him, kneeled up and wondered for a moment, when did he remove his shorts? Then she focused on her task and quickly and skillfully took his cock into her mouth.. sucking it entirely into her moist, warm and wet throat. Licking it, sucking it.. working up and down its shaft.. in the way she had been taught to do by her owner.. the way that he liked it best.She only hoped that this would be just as satisfying to this new cock.. From the groans coming from above her, she figured that she must be doing something right.. He was moving his hips into her and grasping the back of her head and moving her mouth to his rhythm. "That will be enough for now, good pet," he half groaned at her and pulled her by the hair off his semi hard cock. "Now, I am thirsty," His voice soft and kind, "be a good pet and get me a glass of water. You will be allowed to stand once you reach the kitchen, and for bringing the glass to me, but you will crawl on your way there and to serve me my drink. Do you understand?" "yes, Sir," she replied. She paused.. waited.. wondering if she should go, or wait to be dismissed.. She waited a bit more.. then hesitantly asked," may i be excused, Sir, to fetch you your water, please?" He looked sternly at her.. then His face softened a bit."Yes, you may be excused. However," he paused," From now on, if i give you a task, you are to do it right away, no need to waste time asking to be excused." Then he smiled. She lowered herself to all fours and crawled away.. wiggling her ass slightly and seductively. Upon returning with the tall glass of ice water, she kneeled fluidly in front of him.. placing her knees shoulder width apart, tucking her feet under her tush.. and offered the glass to him from both her hands. One grasping it, one holding the bottom of it. Her head slightly bowed. "good pet", was his response as he took the glass from her. She then placed her hands on her thighs and smiled up at him. He petted her head and stroked her face as he drank the cold liquid. "are you thirsty sweetie?" He asked. "yes, Sir." "Then you shall drink too," he paused then added," There is a bowl of water in the kitchen, by the bakers' rack. Go." She turned and returned to all fours, crawling away. Drinking from a bowl? She purred in her head...a smile filled her lips, as she continued to the kitchen and her drink. As she was lapping the water from her bowl she thought she heard the creak of the basement door. But considering that she needed to get rehydrated she continued to drink and ignored the noise. "Are you finished, puppy?" She heard from the other room.. a definite cue to be finished.. she crawled back to the living room as quickly as she could. There in the living room, standing by the sliding door, was her Owner! His arms crossed and a stern, but loving look on his face. Her heart skipped a beat, then she continued her path to her destination. Once she reached the chair where the stranger was sitting she knelt up and offered her breasts to him as she had been instructed. Her back was to her Owner, something she had been told, by him never to do.. she was a bit confused... but sorted out in her head, that he had also taught her to always behave in a manner to make Him proud to call her his. Her nipples were pinched and pulled, and she winced, trying desperately not to make a sound. Her nipples were on fire, and her pussy was starting to drip again. "She is a very good puppy, isn't she?" Her Owner spoke for the first time. "Yes," replied the stranger, whom she wished she knew his name. "She has been pretty good today, although, as you can see from the stripes on her ass, had to be corrected once...so far." "Hmmmmm," her Owner thought out loud," Maybe we should help her learn to obey? What do you think, Toy?" Her head was spinning... her nipples were aching and her pussy was dripping down her inner thighs... "Toy"...? Why would her Owner be calling this man "Toy"? Who is he? Where was he from? She thought she knew most of her Owner's friends. Was he from DC? How long had her Owner known him? She smiled inside her head.. Did any of those questions matter? no She was there to serve her Owner, in what ever way He saw fit. She continued to kneel up, cupping her breasts and having her nipples 'tortured'... as the two men spoke. She felt the heat of her Owner's body closing in on her back.. and she instantly knelt a bit more erect. She felt His hand, stroking the stripes on her ass.. she was sure they were no longer welted up, but they still stung hot. "Mmmmmmm, nice," he commented making her blush. "Very nice marks, kitten." *she purred softly at his attention Suddenly, she felt her hair being grabbed and pulled back. "No one gave you permission to make noise, kitten." Her head and neck fell limp in his hand and she blushed deeper with embarrassment and shame.. but held her tits up and out still as Toy held on fast to those nipples. With her head back she could look up into her Owner's eyes, only to see a playful glint in them.. causing the steel grey to look a bit bluer. She kept the whimper in her head and off her lips and he smiled at her. The pushed her back to her original position and let go of her hair. "Alright, Toy, time for some real play," Her Owner announced. _the end_