5 comments/ 14565 views/ 2 favorites Complete Submission By: LexiRoseLexi I gave you very explicit instructions to follow. The only concession I allowed you was the use of a mask to hide your identity, the remainder I expected to be followed to the letter. I had booked a hotel room. I gave you the location, room number and instructions to collect an envelope from the front desk at a specified time. I also required you to bring a laptop with a web-cam and to leave your phone at home. That was all I told you at first, but even that was enough to keep you wondering all week, as you arranged to have the day off. Your biggest worry, leaving behind your phone. But you'd told me you wanted to submit to me completely. If that was true then you would follow my rules. Consider it a test of sorts. *** The day dawns and with it the nervousness begins. You're aware that you have disappointed me lately. Unwilling or unable to meet my demands, wilfully disobeying explicit instructions and making excuses as to why you can't follow others. You know this is your last chance. My "three strikes" rule means you're very close to ending this before you have even begun to experience it. So the question is, how much of yourself are you willing to give over to me? Today, you will find out the answer. *** You arrive at the hotel half an hour early, laptop bag slung over your shoulder but mobile phone still in your pocket, unable to let go of that last link to your "real" life. Approaching the reception desk, you nervously ask if anything has been left for you, then sigh in relief when they immediately present you with an A4 envelope. The receptionist giving you a wink as they hand it over. It throws you, that wink, and you retreat outside, finding a bench to sit on in a nearby park. With trepidation you run your finger under the gummed flap, taking a sharp breath as the paper leaves a small cut on your finger, the blood welling up on the ball of your index finger before you shove it into your mouth, sucking to relieve the pain whilst you pull out the contents of the envelope, a key card, presumably for the room, and two sheets of A4, one covered in my neat handwriting, the other a pencil drawing. You turn first to my words, a quick glimpse of the picture making you flip it over and push it back in the envelope. There is no introduction, just a list of instructions, and they fill you both with fear and exhilaration. The picture, I tell you, is what I want to see, how I'll know that you've followed my commands to the letter. Pulling it back out again, you gulp. The idea is exciting but terrifying at the same time. You want to please me, but at the same time you're scared of putting yourself in such a vulnerable position. Risk v reward. Which will win? *** At the allotted time you let yourself into the hotel room, leaving the door open as I instructed. You're a little surprised that it stays open, experience telling you that most have some kind of spring mechanism to make them close automatically. Glancing up you smile, I've clearly thought of everything, the mechanism is hanging loose, detached from the door, you should have known I'd be a perfectionist. Knowing you have very little time before I expect you to be ready for me, you look at the picture for guidance before setting up the laptop on the dressing table, making sure it's plugged into the power and positioning it so that the web-cam shows a clear view across the room to the door. Nervously you remove your clothing one piece at a time, very conscious of the open door, keeping one ear listening for noises in the corridor as you neatly fold each item and place it on the shelf, you know I will not tolerate untidiness. You do not put on the mask, I was right, there is little point in concealing that small part of you from me, anonymity will not make this any easier for you. Finally, you log onto the hotels internet, calling up the Skype program and dialling my name. The call rings for what seems like a lifetime before I answer, and when I do you're disappointed to see that I've disabled my camera in some way. My voice is quiet as I speak and you strain to listen, turning the volume up to maximum before a sound in the corridor reminds you of the open door. You glance nervously over your shoulder, forgetting I can see every move you make... "Having second thoughts, slave?" I ask softly, and you quickly shake your head. "No Mistress, of course not, it's just the door... people... I could lose my job if this ever got out!" "Do you trust me?" "Yes Mistress." "Then why do you question me?" "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm just scared." "Then leave!" I say abruptly, the monotone timbre of my voice signifying that you have displeased me. "No Mistress," you whimper, "I don't want to leave, I'm sorry, your slave is unworthy of your attention. Please forgive me?" "On your knees, slave! Face away from the door and grasp your hands behind your back!" You rush to follow my instructions and I grin with anticipation as I see you kneeling by the bed, the camera giving me a clear view of both you and the open door behind you. "Eyes down, slave. You will look at the floor unless I tell you otherwise. Do not move. And remember, I'm watching you now..." I take one further glance at the laptop, before switching off the microphone and turning up the car stereo. I can see you, but you can't see me. I can hear you, but you can't hear me. I am in complete control here and you know it, at least I hope you do. *** Without your phone, unable to look at the laptop screen for fear of me seeing, you have no way of telling how much time has passed. Your legs are starting to ache from being in this position but you don't dare move without permission. Gently you flex your toes, trying to gain some feeling back, but all it does is start tingling pins and needles up your calves and you wish you'd stayed still! Drawing in a sharp breath at the pain you wonder if you can risk a quick look up at the computer screen but think better of it, what would it help anyway? If anything it may cause me to leave you here longer as punishment and you've disappointed me enough these last few weeks. For a second you worry that maybe this is your punishment, that I'll just leave you here without any further instructions, waiting to see how long you'll stay before you give up, testing your commitment to me. You hope I would not be that cruel... *** The sun is beginning to set and your legs are now almost completely numb. You calculate that you've been in this position for over an hour now with no further contact from me. Outside the door, the hall lights flicker on and cast eerie shadows around the room. I watch your image on the screen in front of me and see your head jerk up at the sound of something in the corridor, your breathing coming faster, but still you keep your eyes directed to the ground and you do not turn. The noise comes closer and I see your shoulders tense as a shadow crosses the doorway before falling over your body. I watch as the person stands in the doorway, staring at your back as you kneel there, shivering in terror and anticipation. I drink in the look of fear on your face as they take one step into the room, then another. I grin as I see you struggle not to move when all you want to do is run, the adrenaline making your heart beat loudly in the room... The snap of my laptop closing behind you makes you jump in fright and you jerk your head towards the source of the noise before remembering that you're not to move and dragging your eyes back to the floor in front of you. Very good. I place the computer in its bag on my shoulder and take a step closer, then another, the camera in front of you still running for a second before registering that the call has been cut off. You're bathed in bright blue light from the screen and the flickering white from the hallway and I step closer until I'm standing directly behind you. Your harsh breathing and obvious fear make me smile to myself but I'm careful not to let anything show on my face as I circle you. Your eyes take in the black patent boots, pencil thin metal heels, buckles wrapping around the outside at one inch intervals, securing them tightly to my slim ankles and shapely calves. You try to raise your eyes to take in more of me but I catch your movement and swat you on the nose like you would a dog. You get the message and lower your eyes to the floor once more as I continue to walk around you, inspecting you. You have been in this position for a long time now and I know that to move will be a challenge for you, can almost anticipate the cramps and tingling as blood flows back into your legs. And yet it seems that the lack of blood to your legs has not affected other parts of your body, your cock hardening nicely as I look at you, as if presenting itself for closer examination. Satisfied that you have done as I have asked I step away, sitting on the edge of the bed as I look around the room. I had been concerned that the hotel would be unable to meet some of my demands but they seemed to have done admirably, benefits of knowing the manager since school I thought happily, but where to begin? I contemplated having you humiliate yourself further, but swiftly decided that having spent almost two hours in my car, watching you on the web-cam as you waited for me, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, the decision was easy, clearly you should be attending to my immediate pleasure. The armchair in the corner of the room calls to me and I stand, taking the few steps towards it and sinking into its comforting warmth. It has been a long week, followed by a long drive and my muscles are aching. Later I will have you give me a massage, but first to relieve the ache in my sodden pussy. "Come here slave," I say softly and watch as you struggle to your feet, fighting against the weakness and numbness in your legs as you stumble towards me, your eyes raising to drink in my image. "Eyes down slave!" I order irritably, "Did I give you permission to look at me?" "No Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress," you stutter, remembering yourself as you stand in front of me. "Take my coat," I order, "Where are your manners?" "Sorry Mistress," you whisper, holding out your hand politely to help me out of the chair. I wait as you hover uncertainly, before telling you to unbutton my coat. Slowly you push each of the oversized buttons through the holes, sliding the coat from my shoulders, careful not to look up or touch me, you're learning. Once you have the coat in your hands you take it and hang it reverently in the closet, walking back and dropping to your knees in front of me. This pleases me, the willingness to serve, the way you seem to know what I require from you now. Sitting on the edge of the chair I tell you to place your hands behind your back again, then I spread my legs wide until they're pressed against the arms of the chair, my tight skirt riding high and the damp crotch of my silk panties directly in front of you. The scent of my arousal permeates the room and I can see your cock twitching as you catch a breath of me, leaning forward slightly to breathe me in before remembering yourself. "Please Mistress, may I look at you?" "You may, slave," I reply, a little surprised that all you're asking is to look, but I see your cock grow harder and precum start to bead at the tip as you raise your eyes to my pussy. "Would you like to taste me slave?" You take a deep shuddering breath before you reply, your eyes widening and your pupils black with excitement. "Yes please Mistress! I want to give you pleasure, please Mistress?" Smiling to myself, careful not to let anything show in my face, I pause before answering, letting you suffer, the doubts grow. You lower your eyes again, your shoulder slumping as the silence stretches. Making sure to keep any emotion from my voice I tell you to lick me, chastising you as you start to raise your hands. "Arms behind you slave! Did I tell you to move them?" "No Mistress, sorry Mistress," you say as you lean forward, your tongue licking tentatively at my panties, pressing harder as I lean back in my chair, teasing around the edge of the seams, your teeth pulling slightly, nibbling through my underwear. The feel of you touching me but not touching me is amazing and I long for you to rip off my knickers and feel you on my skin but I hold off, I'm supposed to be in control here and if I let you know close I am to begging then the balance of power will shift unforgivably. Taking a deep breath and getting myself under control I tell you to remove my panties and again you reach up with your hands before I slap them away. You quickly get the idea and bend your head, biting the waistband in your teeth and tugging down as I raise my hips slightly, lifting my legs so that you can drag them down over my boots before carrying them in your mouth over to the closet to lay them neatly on the shelf below my coat. Returning to kneel between my legs you wait, hands behind your back. "You're learning," I say, feeling a little praise is in order. The smile on your face gives away how pleased you are at winning my approval. "Thank you Mistress. I want to please you. May I touch you again?" I close my eyes as I answer yes, the feel of your wet tongue on my swollen clit as good as I expected. I have to work hard to stop from moaning as you flick over my hot flesh, my breathing coming hard and fast as I lose myself in the sensation. I'm amazed at how close I am to coming and I spread my legs further to allow you greater access to my shaven pussy. Pressing closer you suck on my clit as your chin rubs against my engorged lips, the contrast of your soft tongue and the scrape of stubble against my tender skin making me squirm involuntarily, damn you're good! As you move to suck and gently nibble my pussy lips I hear myself moan softly, too quiet for you to hear, but still a loss of control I'm not happy about. Swirling your tongue around my sensitive flesh I feel the tension build inside me and I tilt my hips as you rub the flat of your tongue over me and with a deep, shuddering breath I cum beneath your tongue, still licking over me until I fall, boneless against the back of the chair. *** Forcing my eyes open I note that you're back on your knees, eyes facing down, and I'm pleased. Your tongue technique is fantastic but you haven't forgotten my rules and so with any luck you haven't noticed that I forget myself for a second there. Sitting up straight I collect myself before telling you to close the door to the room and switch on the lights. Complete Submission FMM Chapter One Lisa knocked timidly on the front door, not knowing if he'd even be able to hear the light taps. She stood on a worn-out welcome mat thoroughly second guessing her decision to meet up like this. She'd been clearly advised of his intentions, and had received explicit instructions by mail earlier in the week, along with a box of so-called "goodies". She'd been instructed on what cloths to wear, which had been included in her box and also instructions on how she was to do her hair, and even how and what to shave. There was to be a through inspection before she would even be allowed to see David. Who would do the inspection she had no idea; however, she'd been fully warned that she must come with an open mind above all things and to let her body do the decision making. Lisa stood on the front step for a matter of seconds before the door opened with one of those horror-story creaks. She was surprised to see that the man in front of her was not David, however, she'd been warned to come only with an open mind and willing body. "Good evening Lisa, may I take your coat?" the stranger asked. Lisa hesitated and asked shyly, "Where's David?" "My master has asked me to see that you've complied with all of his requests. Please remove your coat now." Lisa giggled nervously at the man standing in front of her. Did he just say Master? "You're master?" she continued laughing not comprehending in the least what was truly in store for her. When she failed to remove her coat immediately, the doorman reached out and grabbed her ponytail pulling her head back hard. He leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her ear and neck and he growled, "If you do not remove your coat immediately, I will do it for you and I promise it will not be enjoyable for you in the least." "Master told me you would be a challenge, unskilled in the ways of submission and domination; however, he also said that there was never a woman that caught his attention like you have." He added softly, "Lisa, remove your coat now so that I can inspect how you've followed your instructions; then we will be able to continue." She stood there for a moment letting everything he'd just said sink in. She'd had wondered just exactly what David had mean when he'd mentioned she would be pushed to limits she'd never thought was possible. That she would learn to take what was given with complete acceptance and abandon. David had also mentioned that she need not bother to come unless she was ready to be changed for the rest of her life. It was because of the last statement that she was standing here, about to take orders from a complete stranger, a desire building inside that she could not understand. * Chapter Two Lisa untied the belt from her coat and began fumbling with the buttons. Her hands shook with a combination of fear and anticipation of the unknown. She opened the coat and pulled it off her bare shoulders. The doorman walked behind to pull it off her arms and tossed it into the house. He then walked around to scrutinize and observe fully what actions she'd taken to prepare herself for the night. The woman looked stunning. Her hair had been pulled back high and tight in a straight brunette ponytail. A black leather choker adorned her slender throat accenting her bare shoulders. She wore a black satin teddy, however, as requested it was crotchless and the top had been tied loosely for easy access. The teddy held clips on the bottom that attached to her black thigh-high stiletto boots, and around her ankles were the black leather straps David had sent her earlier in the week. The doorman first reached up and held a breast in each hand, checking its firmness and weight; rolling a thumb over the nipple clamps she'd been advised to wear. Lisa jumped slightly, her breath catching in her throat somewhat uncomfortable with this strangers' lack of courtesy at this being her first domination type of experience. She didn't know the rules, didn't know if any rules actually existed for that fact. She could tell by the look on the strangers' face that he approved and became anxious to get David as soon as possible. The doorman reached for her hand and guided her inside. The house seemed dark with only tall skinny candles on the floor to guide their way, the way to "what" she would soon find out. They walked down a long hallway, stopping at a door that had been painted flat black. A serious contrast to the drab off-white walls in the hallway. There was also an overstuffed chair that sat in front of the back wall. "Get onto the chair Lisa and do exactly what I say." "Face the wall, and put your knees on each of the arm rests. Then I want you to bend over and allow yourself to balance on the back rest. Finally, I want you reach behind your body and spread your ass cheeks wide so I can look at you. You must be completely shaved as requested, or it is something I will have to do for you." Lisa's cheeks turned crimson and the indecent request, how could she be so bold? "Get up there!" The request came again. "Do it now Lisa!" She climbed up on the chair, thoroughly embarrassed but desperate to comply. She felt her legs over-stretched to reach both arm rests, and upon bending over, she could feel the cool air blow across her bare, very wet pussy. Her body involuntarily shuddered at the feeling and her breath quickened. As indecent as this whole experience was, she found herself greatly aroused. Lisa flinched however, as she felt the doorman cover her hands with his hands and force her ass apart even wider. The doorman used his thumbs to rub up and down the length of her swollen pussy lips all the way up to the tight pucker of her anus. He quickly found that she was smooth as glass and hot as fire. "Master will be very please with you Lisa, you've done an excellent job. You may get down now." The stranger opened the door with a pop and Lisa was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of lavender and vanilla. The smell both served to calm and entice her, it seemed to be drawing her down the stairs into what was obviously the basement. She wasn't able to see into the room itself until she'd descended 3 or 4 stairs, however, when she was granted a full view she stopped in her tracks, unable to take another step. The doorman gave her a little push from behind and she was instantly aware that there was no turning back. This was not a game, nor was it a night that would soon be forgotten. Lisa continued until she stood on the basement floor trying to view everything that was in front of her. It was a huge room, painted in lavish colors of green and purple. There were accents of gold and silver here and there but nothing that would contrast the colors too sharply. She noticed a long wooden table. There was a sheet covering it, however, it didn't lay flat and she wondered what it was covering. She tried to look around at the room itself and caught something out of the corner of her eye. Lisa quickly realized that it wasn't something but someone. It was David. He looked glorious coming out of the dark shadows wearing nothing more then a pair of white silk pants. They streamed behind him as he walked toward her and Lisa felt her body begin to weep with desire. Just as she began to walk towards him, the room went black as the doorman pulled a blindfold over her eyes. Lisa instinctively tried to remove it but her hands were quickly slapped away. As it was tied, she tried again to pull it down and was greeted with another slap to her hands. Someone also grabbed her wrists at that point and held them tight in front of her body while a restraint was tied around them. Moments later she felt more straps being placed around each thigh. She couldn't imagine what they would be used for but went along with it anyway. She felt a hand behind her neck pressing her to move forward. Lisa stumbled slightly but an arm around her waist held her up and guided the way. Her feet ran into something padded but firm and at that point, she was pushed over falling onto a bench set at waist level. Her feet were pulled up and set in a brace of some sort, leaving her laying flat on her stomach. Her legs were spread wide apart and she felt ropes being tied to the straps around her thighs holding her open and fully exposed to whatever or whom-ever wanted access. Her ankles were tied as well leaving her completely immobile from the waist down. Lisa's wrists at that point were pulled far forward as well, and tied off somewhere in front of her body. "What could possibly be in store for me?" she thought to herself. She was now completely at the mercy of the two men in this room. The men stepped away speaking softly, however, she could tell they were debating how best to begin. She couldn't make out all of the words, yet was able to catch the words lube, clamps and stretch. Her body began to shake involuntarily but a hand rested on her shoulder to calm her. "Relax and enjoy yourself" someone whispered. She was desperate to comply, however, when she felt something wet and cold being moved up and down the crease between her buttocks the shaking continued. "Number One, please," someone said plainly. Lisa was able to hear a rustle from the area where she thought the covered table sat. Her nerves continued to get the best of her until her body was convulsing profusely. "Lisa, you need to relax. Take a few deep breaths and try to settle yourself. I promise you won't be hurt much, definitely nothing permanent, and if you put your mind into it, this will be a truly memorable experience for all of us." Lisa knew it was David speaking to her and tried to think back to when they first met in the bar almost a week ago. What was it about him that captivated her so and brought her to this place now? She pictured him standing in front of her, calm and collected as he proposed in very little detail what he'd like to do with and to her. She ate up all of his ideas thinking it would be a wonderfully different experience, shrugging away any thoughts that there may be any danger in it whatsoever. Yet, here she was. She was blindfolded, tied up, and set in a position that allowed total access to all of her orifices. * Chapter Three Lisa lay there with her body stretched in a way that she had never imagined would happen. There was nothing that she could do to prevent any improper activity that she may not approve of but it was a condition that she had agreed to silently by showing up tonight. And now, she assumed it was David and not the doorman, began to rub some kind of lube around her ass. She'd never experimented with anal penetration; the only experience had been when her boyfriend licked across it now and again while eating her pussy. No sooner had she finished the thought and blushed profusely, she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart even further, a finger rubbing directly on, and slightly inside her virgin asshole. "Number Two," was the next request and although she couldn't see what number two was, she knew where it would be used and instinctively tightened up. "Calm yourself Lisa; I'm going to insert a pump into your ass." "I can't," she groaned in disapproval. A gag was quickly announced to her mouth, denying her the access to speak or complain further. "This pump dear Lisa will stay in your ass inflating and deflating at random in the hope of stretching your ass hole. It's such a nice tight pucker, but we want it loose or at least able to stretch around my cock, at the very least my slave Jon's cock. Relax sweet Lisa, do it and you will please me greatly," he added seconds before she felt the object at the opening of her ass. It was pressed gently to her tight hole at first twisted this way and that as to make sure it would be properly lubricated. Afterwards, it was back to the opening of her anus and pressed more firmly. Lisa tried to relax as she felt the object enter her very slowly. It was twisted slightly and moved in and out going deeper with each movement. It seemed the object was tapered at the end for easier insertion as she felt her ass being stretch wider the further it was pushed inside of her. Her ass hole began to sear in pain as it was brutally stretched to fit the probing pump. Suddenly the probing stopped and she sighed in relief. Her relief was short lived; however, when she felt the object begin to swell to an even larger girth. She moaned in pain behind her gag feeling as though her ass was being ripped apart. Tears filled her eyes praying it wouldn't get any larger. The pump held the air for a few moments before deflating just as slowly as it had inflated. She sat there dumbfounded unable to comprehend the fact that she'd totally overlooked this possibility when weighing the options to accept David's original offer. As the pump began to fill again, she groaned again in disapproval as her body tried to jerk away from it. She knew it was no use, yet felt compelled to try. She felt as though she would be torn apart each time the plug filled to its fullest point, and each time a wave of relief flooded her when she did not. Tears continued to fall feeling completely humiliated at this point when she again felt her ass being spread wide apart. This time however, it wasn't to punish her with another toy, or to rub any more lube over her ass. She felt a warmth move over her ass cheeks and stop right next to her throbbing asshole. What she felt next caused her to jerk wildly trying to get away. "This can't be happening, it's too much" she thought to herself, pushed well past any level of humility she'd ever experienced in her life. A set of lips kissed the rounded globes of her ass, nibbling now and again. Soon she felt a tongue run from the top of her ass crack, all the way down to where the pump continued its assault on her hole. The wet, warm tongue moved around the plug, seemingly pressing to penetrate her ass as well. Although she knew it wouldn't fit, what she did notice is that it felt surprisingly good, and her hips moved instinctively towards the soft kisses. Just as Lisa began to relax and thoroughly enjoy this teasing of sorts, the kisses stopped immediately and she again moaned her disapproval. Moments passed and Lisa began to wonder where David had gone. She couldn't hear anything except a sudden subtle break of silence followed by a TWAP! Lisa screamed behind her gag as an evil red welt appeared against her milky white skin. Before the pain began to subside, another TWAP this time across both buttocks and Lisa thought she'd pass out with the pain. Tears which had subsided briefly came flooding down her face. The pain was something she'd never felt before, and prayed would end very soon, however, another TWAP landed soundly, leaving another angry welt across the crease at the bottom of her right cheek. She was sobbing uncontrollably, completely surrounded in pain and humiliation. She couldn't move away from the painful assault, couldn't ask him to stop, and somewhere in the pit of her soul wasn't really sure she wanted him too. She was totally confused and David was very aware of it. He knew it would only take a few more thrashes of the whip for Lisa to realize she had absolutely no control, and to surrender willingly to whatever he might conjure up. Thwap...Thwap...Thwap! Three more slaps left Lisa's body trembling in pain and questioning what had occurred on this random night with this random stranger she had felt some kind of bond to. She lay limp and spent. The plug in her ass continued its torment; however, there was a sort of unforeseen enjoyment in it. A moment of pride in the fact that she had taken what David had given her and taken it as well as she could. There was no telling what was in store for her, but her body trembled in a strange excitement and fear with the want of it. Lisa suddenly realized that the entire room had gone quiet. She didn't hear David or his "slave" moving around. It was as if she were all alone, left in complete silence to reflect. "Number five please" broke through the silence and Lisa's heart broke. "How much more can I take" she whispered inaudibly behind her gag. She jumped at the feeling of straps being attached behind her thighs and calves, and another behind her knees. The restraints around her wrists were loosened, and the spreader bar around her ankles was removed. Lisa's body was stood-up and in a moments time was laid back slightly. Her feet were put up in stirrups, and the supports placed behind her knees and calves kept her knees up and spread apart. The straps around her thighs were pulled taunt and she was once again left fully exposed. Propped up slightly in a gyno exam type chair, the platform where her butt rested was removed and her weight was held by the braces on the back of her legs. It wasn't at all uncomfortable, and Lisa's body began to betray her mind. She could feel her exposed pussy becoming wet again, and her nipples stood taunt begging to be teased, licked, sucked; anything at this point. Her clit throbbed in the heat of humiliation and anticipation. Lisa sighed wondering what was in store for her. She could sense someone was on either side of her but before she could guess what they were up to, two mouths covered each of her hard nipples. The moment of shock was soon forgotten as the two mouths flicked their tongues across the tips and bit down pulling hard, tugging gently. Lisa moaned from behind her gag, wishing she could watch the men tease her. She felt a hand moved down her body and straight to her clit. A thumb pressed against the hard nub while a single finger pushed deep into her dripping cunt. Lisa tried to move towards it to show her approval, however, the binds around her legs and the strap across her stomach which she'd just now noticed, held her firm in her place. Lisa finally felt an orgasm building, and tried in every which way she could to show her approval, however, the gag in her mouth, and the restraints on every other part of her body made it very difficult and she instead moaned deep in her throat. "Does this feel good Lisa, is this what you want? Do you want to come on my hand while we suck on your tits?" Lisa moaned again, begging silently for the mouths and fingers to continue to play with her body, however, the men pulled away quite suddenly and their mouths were replaced with tight nipple clamps again. Not only firm, but also vibrating randomly; they were just enough to assist in building towards orgasm. "Number 7 please" came David's next request and although somewhere in Lisa's mind she remembered the last few numbers not being all too pleasant, she found herself wanting for whatever number 7 could be. She had become wanton at that point, begging to be touched while her clit had become engorged and throbbing. Before continuing David leaned down and spoke directly to Lisa for the first time since the evening had begun. "You've pleased me greatly this far sweet Lisa, would you like for me to continue?" "If so, nod yes or no." There was a single moment of hesitation before she nodded yes, and heard David move away quickly. He returned with what she assumed was number 7 and was intrigued when she felt a warmth on her pussy and ass. She assumed it was a light as there had been nothing rubbed on her skin, and she felt nothing touching her directly. She couldn't comprehend what was going to happen; however, she blushed at being viewed so intimately. David reached for Lisa's wet pussy and pushed her lips wide apart with his fingers. She wondered what it was that he was looking for but felt his breath on top of her clit and tried to move her hips closer. David closed the small distance by flicking his tongue across her hard clit, causing Lisa to groan loudly from behind her gag. David latched onto her clitoris and sucked hard while his fingers moved into and out of her vagina. He pushed deep and moved his fingers back and forth with a "come-here" motion. He had found her G-spot and was working it while Jon moved underneath Lisa's body and removed the nipple clamps. He continued to roll her small tight nipples between his fingers squeezing her breasts, while David quickly removed the plug from her ass. Complete Submission FMM With his mouth on her clit, and now two fingers deep working deep inside her dripping pussy, David reached down to rub some lube onto his slave's cock. He worked the flesh in his hand until it became thick and hard and Jon began to groan. He sucked harder as Jon positioned his cock at the entrance to Lisa's ass. When Lisa groaned in a sudden fear, the fingers on her nipples and the mouth on her clit pulled and sucked harder and faster, all the while the fingers in her pussy worked her G-spot. Jon pressed firmly and the head of his cock popped inside. Jon pulled back allowing David to add a little more lube to both his cock, and to the opening of Lisa's ass, watching as he worked it in meticulously. It was David's turn to watch intently as Jon worked his cock deeper and deeper into Lisa's virgin ass. She was wet all the way from her hot pink pussy, down to her well-stretched ass. An ass that was now being fucked well, in fast hard stokes that moved her body tight against the restraints. Gawd he wanted to fuck her, and soon he'd be doing just that. But first he must praise his slave for a job well done. He grabbed the lube once again and held it upside down in his hand, careful not to move his fingers away from Lisa's G-spot. As the moisture dripped down his fingers he reached for Jon who slowed his thrusts only slightly, just enough for David to push two fingers into his ass and find his prostate. While Jon fucked Lisa's ass, David pressed against Jon's prostate until his thrusts became frantic on the edge of orgasm. He tried to hold out but it was useless, and he blew a thick load of cum deep inside Lisa's anal cavity. Jon waited only seconds before pulling out his fast shrinking cock. Both men began to untie and un-harness Lisa's primed body. Her blindfold was removed and she was carried to the bed and laid out. She tried instinctively to sit up, but was pressed back against the pillows by her handsome David. Lisa tried to open her mouth to speak but a finger was pressed against her lips in a silent request to keep quiet. She could smell her juices on his finger and another rush of heat passed through her body and straight to her clit which throbbed uncontrollably. She watched as Jon crawled onto the bed by her feet and reached up on either side of David's waist. He grabbed the waist band of the white silk pants and pulled them down over his erect cock, down to his feet and finally tossed them to the ground. David's cock was already hard and standing at attention, but Jon crawled up his body and wrapped his lips against the hot flesh. Jon took the entire length of David's cock into his throat and Lisa watched as David's head fell backwards, hearing a groan from deep in his throat. Lisa wasn't sure she enjoyed watching this and again tried to sit up, this time David pushed Jon's head away and pounced on Lisa, pushed well beyond any level of restraint. It was time to make Lisa his newest slave. She was almost fearful of the look in his eye as he reached under both of her legs and threw the up over his shoulders. He looked back at Jon for a spit second before thrusting brutally into Lisa's hot tight pussy. His body shuttered against her body, and he groaned her name as he fucked her. The bed moved and she caught Jon out of the corner of her eye, not sure what he was doing but glad to be somewhat alone with David. She was quite nearly ready to cum all over his cock, but what happened next made her happy she waited. She felt the bed move again, and saw Jon sitting behind David. She felt a well lubed dildo being pressed into her ass, totally savoring the feeling of being filled so completely. She bucked against David when she saw Jon lean down and stick his face between David's ass cheeks. David's thrusts became harder and more desperate at the feeling of two fingers being pressed into his own ass. He knew Jon would find his prostate and wanted to make sure Lisa came all over his fat cock. David grabbed Lisa's fingers and pressed them against her swollen clit. She didn't hesitate in the least and began rubbing in a hard small circle, reaching the point of falling in mere seconds. David grabbed Lisa's ass in both of his hands and rammed into her almost painfully nearly taking her breath away. When she finally screamed his name into the silent darkness, David let himself go releasing his heat deep against her cervix. His cock flexed again and again, and he felt Lisa's pussy grip him tight; seemingly sucking the cum out of his balls. With a final thrust, David collapsed next to Lisa who lay limp from the overwhelming ordeal. Both were drained yet completely satisfied. At the sound of what seemed like an order, Lisa felt her legs being spread apart once more and groaned loudly her disapproval, however, David nuzzled next to her and whispered for her to be still. She felt a mouth on her pussy, licking directly on and around the entrance to her vagina, knowing David had bid Jon to clean up the mess of juices which were flowing freely out of her worked cunt. Jon lapped wildly savoring the taste of combined wetness, and even was so bold as to lick across her gaping ass. Lisa gasped, unsure of where she found the strength to enjoy it, but David was quickly again at her ear, whispering that she must learn to obey his requests, or will be forced to comply. Lisa lay back, thinking to herself, "I could really get to enjoy this" as her eyes started to close slightly. Before Jon was even finished, Lisa had started to fall asleep and David listened as her breathing became steadier, and she fell into a much needed slumber. "Rest well my pet, for tomorrow is another day" he spoke aloud to her, silently planning the upcoming events of continued training.