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First Submission

By: jasminia



I kneel quietly in the corner, waiting, but for what I don't know. I just know that I have to wait. My eyes lowered to the floor, my hands are clasped behind my back, my spine is straight, and my hair is flowing down my naked body. I hear footsteps in the hallway. Heavy footsteps, a dull thudding on the hard wood.

I shudder as the door creaks open and I hear a low, dull booming voice from behind the door, "Close your eyes."

I close my eyes and shudder, the voice chilling me. I hear the footsteps grow lighter as someone enters the room.

I hear another voice, a softer feminine voice, "Stand and strip but do not open your eyes or you will be punished."

I stand and bring my hands to the front of my blouse and slowly unbutton first one button then the next, slowly opening the blouse as I unbutton it. As I unbutton the last button, I part the blouse, exposing my supple flesh to the chilled room. I drop the blouse down my arms and to the floor. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, dropping it off my shoulders and to the floor. I reach behind me again for the zipper of my short skirt and slowly unzip it, pushing it down my hips and to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of panties. My hands stroke up my thighs and I push my panties down and step out of them, kicking them off to the side. I stand there, naked, head high, eyes lowered, back straight, arms at my sides. 

I whisper, "What would you like this girl to do now?"

A hand touches my thigh, caressing the smooth skin.

"You'll do nicely," the deeper voice says. 

I shudder as the voice chills me again. "Kneel."

One single, solitary word and I sink slowly to my knees. I lean back and part my thighs, resting my hands palm up on my thighs as I toss my hair back, leaving my fully exposed to anyone who might be around.

"Beautiful." Not a statement, nor a question, just a whisper on the breeze.

A hand caresses my cheek, down my neck and down my breast, flicking my nipple. A soft moan pauses on my lips momentarily before slipping out. Two fingers pinch my nipple, hard, twisting it. Another moan, a slightly louder one escapes my lips again.

"Perfect," another whisper on the breeze, passes my ears.

Fingers in my hair, tugging my upward and I follow the lead, allowing myself to be pulled back to my feet. I keep my eyes closed, half in fear of punishment, half in fear that I will wake from some erotic dream. A hand slides between my thighs, brushing against my pussy lightly, one long, thin, finger sliding inside me, brushing my clit lightly. Another moan escapes my lips as I try shifting myself slightly to part my thighs further where I stand. The finger brushes my clit again as I feel lips touching my ear. My eyes flutter softly, not opening, just a light flutter as another moan floats from between my lips. 

"Lay on the bed, ass high," the low voice whispers, just millimeters from my ear. 

I reach my hand down and feel for the bed, my hand learning the edge, the texture of the covering as I crawl onto the bed. I kneel there, ass high, head resting on my arms in front of me. A hand trails down over my ass softly, a finger slipping inside me from behind. I moan again, as a hand comes down sharply against my flesh. I jump slightly, moaning as the finger presses against my clit. Something brushes my ass softly, but I don't know what it is, the feel is familiar but not familiar enough. Just then, the finger rubbing my clit roams down and presses against me hard, sliding up inside me. I moan again as a hand reaches under me and flicks my nipple. Another finger slides inside me, stretching my tight opening. My eyes flutter again, never really opening. I moan softly, my body wanting more than fingers inside me. 

Just as quickly as they entered my hot pussy, the fingers slide out of me. The hand trails over my ass as someone speaks. 

"Once the door shuts, You may open your eyes, but you are to remain laying on the bed naked. Someone will be back for you." The voice grows softer and closer to me and whispers, "Soon."

I hear footsteps walking towards the door. The door opens then closes. The dull thud of footsteps echo down the hall and I lay down on the bed, thinking about what had happened and what was yet to come.

Just thinking.

First Submission



From the other side of the world she had come. Unannounced. They had written to each other of course – two or three flippant e-mails. Nothing more. They had never previously met. 

Yet, from his silent greeting to the way he held the door open for her and the way she entered without hesitation, one would have thought that this was a daily routine. It certainly seemed as if he had been expecting her, which was impossible.

Her changing facial expressions mirrored her expectations. He would be surprised. Or he would be delighted. Or he would be cross. But his impassive features gave nothing away. She smiled cautiously at him and received no response.

He had only ever seen one picture of her. It was a good likeness, he now realised. The unnerving intensity of her dark eyes seemed to pose some challenging question. The emphatic eyebrows led his thoughts elsewhere. The chaotic torrent of black hair framing her pale intelligent face. She had the wild look of a Romanian gypsy, an impression reinforced by the embroidered peasant blouse and the long red skirt she was wearing when he opened the door to her.

He made a frugal meal for them both. She dared to speak for the first time but was immediately aware that her voice sounded much too loud. Was he not curious why she had come? He told her he already knew. So they ate in silence.

The meal over, he rose and swept past her into an adjoining room. Increasingly unsure of herself, she sat for a few minutes pondering her motives for this unlikely pilgrimage. Then she rose and joined him in the stygian gloom of a room illuminated by just three large candles. He was sitting in a tall-backed chair of bare black oak, his slender, rather cruel hands rested on the arms of the chair. His eyes were closed.

She made to sit down on a seat facing him but his eyes snapped open and he frowned deeply at her. She stopped, standing there in front of him and held his gaze until at last his eyes travelled slowly down the length of her body and when they reached the floor, he inclined his head a little to his left and stared at a spot beside her.

It was such a deliberate gesture, that she knew it must be a signal of some kind. At last she decoded it and quickly sat with her legs beneath her at the place he was still indicating. She looked up at him, her raised eyebrows seeking his approval. But he was frowning – a little less severely now and then lifted his chin, twice in quick succession as if to say “up,up”. Somehow she knew it meant “kneel”. So she knelt. For a fraction of a second she could have sworn she saw the merest shadow of a smile lighten his face. She wanted to smile broadly at him, but dared not. 

He lowered his head and looked down – then looked at her to see whether she had understood. She had – quickly this time – and lowered her own head, her eyes modestly cast down. She had no idea how long she stayed like that. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? All in silence.

Eventually she sensed him moving. He was leaning forward, bending down to her. She was not prepared for the impact of their first physical contact. It felt as if she had been punched in the stomach – hard. It left her gasping. And yet all he had done was to place one finger under her chin and raised her head to that she could look at him. This time, there was no mistake. He smiled at her – a mixture of tenderness and sadness. She saw him raise his left arm until it was parallel with the floor. His hand was extended, palm-down. He made a motion as if pressing something down with his hand. She understood instantly and lay full length, face down, eyes close, arms outstretched ahead of her. She started to tremble.

He looked down at her. He noticed the outer edges of her breasts which were squashed against the floor; he noticed the lyrical curvature of her waist which accentuated the philanthropy of her hips so beautifully; he noticed she was visibly trembling. He lifted one foot and placed it firmly but not oppressively on the nape of her neck. The trembling ceased.

For her part, she felt no menace from the shoe. On the contrary, it calmed her and she began to realise that already, after barely one evening in his company, she trusted him utterly. 

She felt a tremor of panic when the foot was removed at last. But the panic evaporated when she felt him twisting a hank of her hair around the fingers of his left hand and lifting her head effortlessly so that her back was arched like an Agincourt longbow. The discomfort showed on her face. He pulled again – violently this time. Yet strangely, she felt no fear at the brutality and suddenness of his action. He dragged her whole body towards him, then yanked her head upwards again so that she was forced to adopt a position on all fours, her face just a few inches from his.

He let go her hair and her head dropped forward as lifelessly as if her neck had been broken. She let it stay where it had dropped, chin on chest. There was stillness between them for hour after hour. When he did speak, his voice was no more than a breath against her cheek.

“Look.”

She raised her head slowly, no challenge in her eyes, no questions to be asked.

“You came to discover who I am.”

“Yes”.

“So. Who am I, then?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her lower lip quivered like that of a frightened little girl. The words of her reply were punctuated by stifled sobs.

“You…are…my Master.”

Her forehead touched the floor as she wrapped her arms round his ankles, clasped them with the desperate relief of one who thought she was drowning and had found a rock amidst the bottomless quicksand of loneliness.

For the first time in her life, she felt complete. It was her first submission. And her last.



First Submission



I jumped and grabbed a pillow to cover myself as the front door opened. It was Jack, my roommate and a couple of his friends. They had left several hours before for a boys night out and had left me the apartment alone for the first since I could remember when. Having the evening off, I had decided to dress it down; change into a t-shirt and undies, pop in a girly flick and enjoy some hot-buttered popcorn. I guess I got too relaxed, and passed out on the couch. Now I had to sit through Jack and his cute friends seeing me at my worst. Not that it mattered, none of them would ever have dated me. I didn't seem to register on their radar, unless they needed help with a chemistry assignment. Still, a girl can dream... Can't she?

"Hey Ashleigh, you enjoy your evening?" Jack asked as I walked in. He didn't seem to care that I was half naked, or didn't notice. I don't know which would have been worse, but that didn't ease the embarrassment. "We're going out on the patio, if you want to join us for a beer."

"No thanks, I was just about to go to bed anyway." I replied. I wasn't, and would have enjoyed going out to drink with them if all of the neighbors didn't have a perfect view up my shirt when I was out on the balcony. I grabbed the pillow and stumbled through the crowd on my way to my room.

"Well, it's an open invitation if you're interested." He replied.

I turned around to thank him and walked straight into his friend, Art.

"Don't wanna hang out with the big boys, huh?" He said in a deep, rough voice. Art was huge. A lineman for the high school football team, Art was currently a bouncer at the club Jack liked to frequent. He used to work construction, which had accounted for several (but not all) of the scars that were scattered around his body. He was a man; strong and scary. It wasn't attractive, so much... but dangerous and furtive. God only knew what he could physically do to you.

"Uh... no..." I meeked out as I looked up at him. He must have been over 6'6" as his head was barely beneath the door jamb. "Thanks though."

"Well, maybe we'll bring the party to you." He said as he smiled a luggish grin.

"Yeah... um... ok." I replied. He laughed back, and let me pass. I peered back at him as I closed the door to my room. What a monster! I thought.

On any other night (and practically every other night) I would lay down to one of my romance novels, read through a few chapters, masterbate and go to sleep. I didn't have a boyfriend, and wasn't about to go around and start sleeping with random guys, and so I had to settle for lesser pleasures. Tonight I wouldn't even do that, as I was too embarrassed. I laid down, and closed my eyes.

I awoke to one of the boys laying in bed against my back. I opened my eyes, astonished and angry... but stayed silent. I didn't know what to do. What could I say? I was still virtually naked! I laid quietly for a moment to consider my options. I was terrified!

Seconds later I felt Art's meaty palm running up and down my arm. He was arched up on his elbow and looking down at me, feeling my frail frame beneath him. I tried to act as though I was just waking up.

"Jack? Art? Who is that?" I asked, groggily. "What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you're ok." Art's voice returned strong and vocal.

"I'm ok." I returned, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I can see that." He said. He ran his hand past my wrist to my leg, and slid it up my side and just beneath my shirt. I shook in fear as he did.

"Art, stop it!" I said, shivering. "Don't do that!" I tried to turn around to face him but his hand caught my arm and turned me over onto my stomach in one single, elegant motion. Despite his holding back the force that surely waited in those strong arms, he was able to move my entire body with little more than a flick of the wrist. "Art!"

"No Ashleigh, you listen to me." He said confidently; his voice gave way to neither disdain or compassion. "Tonight, you are mine."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No, Art..."

"What are you tonight?"

"Art, please!"

"What are you tonight?!" I paused a moment, my body trembling under he pressure of his single hand. The other had began to caress my back, almost lovingly. It would have been soothing, under different circumstances.

"I'm... yours." My voice cracked. I had begun to resolve that this would be a terrifying evening.

"That's right. And tonight we are going to do things my way. Do you understand?"

"Art?"

"Do You!" He said as his hand slid up the back of my neck and settled itself under my hair at the base of my skull. The motion spoke volumes; with a simple squeezing of his hand he would be able to control my entire body. I didn't know if he would bury my face in the pillow, or break my neck, or squeeze my head in its entirety and squish my brains into a paste.

"I... I understand." I said, sheepishly resigned. "Art?"

"Yes?" He said as he ran his hand through my hair and shifted his weight around on the bed.

"Please don't hurt me."

Art didn't reply. He had taken off his shorts and had cast them to the floor. His single hand still held my wrists to the bed, the other now worked to slide my panties off around my ankles. It amazed me that he was able to hold my wrists above my head and slide my panties off my ankles at once; he had a tremendous wingspan.

Art ran his hand up the back of my leg and under my shirt to my shoulder, then back down. He seemed to enjoy feeling me. Had he asked my permission, I would have enjoyed it too.

I felt his grip around my knee. It pried my legs apart. My natural reaction was to clamp them shut, trying to evade the inevitable.

"Ashleigh... we are doing things my way tonight."

He persisted to spread my knees apart. I let go. Fighting him would only ensure my own demise.

With my legs spread out across the mattress he let his hand wind up to my exposed crotch. He inspected it vigorously; his fingers running themselves softly across every tissue. I cringed, again. I knew that this would be the best part of the night; that the tingling feeling generated by his finger across my labia would soon turn to the horrific pain of tearing flesh. I tried to enjoy what I could.

"How long has it been?" He asked as a finger slid inside of me.

"Oh!" A gasp let out as the finger slid in and out of me. It was a moment before I could control myself to answer. "It's been... awhile"

"How much of a while?" He asked again, intrigued. His finger entered me slowly, and pulled out just as carefully. He seemed to be aware of my senses; though he continued to hold my wrists against the mattress he controlled my entire being with a single, organized finger.

"I've..." I stopped, not sure how to answer and lost in the feeling of having him inside me. I was also not sure what response the truth would bring. "I've... only had... oooooh... only once."

At first I feared what he was going to do to me. Now I feared that he would stop, but he didn't. He was completely confident, not only in himself but seemingly in me.

"Soooo, it has been a while. Well then, you are sure to enjoy this."

A finger enticing me to cum and his gentle back-rubs I could have lived with, trauma free. Getting raped by this gorilla was a different matter, and as his finger pulled form my now moist vagina I quickly regained my senses.

"No, Art please wait."

With that he grabbed the hair at the base of my skull, released his grip on my wrists and placed his knees inside mine. Then he spread my legs with his. My free hands could do nothing to stop him; his hand controlled my head and upper torso, and the other could easily render me motionless. I tried to push myself up, he simply hovered above me. I knew that his dick sat, eagerly awaiting entrance inside of me. I could see it dripping with lust as it lingered inches from my ass. It was huge, and menacing.

"Art, please. I don't want to do this!"

"I do!" He said, powerfully. I felt his body shift down lower to me.

"Art, Stop!"

"One more word and you are going to enjoy tonight far less than you think. Tonight, is my night."

I tried to wiggle my ass out of his way as his cock came slowly down on to me. He was sure of himself, and for good reason. He had me locked in position to take him entirely inside of myself, and I knew deep down that no amount of struggling would affect things differently.

His cock slid down the crease of my ass. I winced as it slid down across my anus. One push would have put me in traction for a month. The terror in realizing that he could and probably would penetrate me like that caused me to gasp and writhe. He didn't, though he seem to enjoy my torment.

His cock slid lower between my legs and against my labia. I prepared myself for the worst. It was time now to take it.

The soft head of his erect penis worked itself up and down between my lips and against my clitoris. For a moment, this revived my prior feelings. I felt my vagina get moist. Maybe that will make it hurt less, I thought.

Then, without warning or hesitation he pushed himself inside of me.

"Oh Fuck!" I screamed. "Fuck, Art... I can't! Please... it HURTS!"

Art didn't stop, though he let it sit inside me a moment as if to let me anguish in the pain.

"Jack!" I tried calling for help. "Someone! Help!!!"

Art wrapped a monster hand around my mouth and pulled my head up to his massive chest. Not only did his palm cover my mouth, but held it shut at the same time. His cock pressed deeper inside me as he lifted me to him.

"There's nobody here to save you." He assured me. "For the rest of your life you belong to me, so get used to it. You call out like that again, and I will watch you as you breathe your last breath then finish inside your corpse." Art's voice was calm; stressed only from the enjoyment he got from the tightness of my fresh vagina. I tried to hold it in.

Art wrapped his other arm around and cupped my breast. My b-cup breasts provided little to grasp in his colossal palms.

"Oooooh..... Mmmmmmmm..." I tried to close my mouth and take it as he held me up and began to fuck me. I could feel every pulsing vein on his cock as it slid in and out of me. I reached around and grabbed the back of his head so as to balance myself for him.

Art began to press harder and harder against me. His dick pushed faster into me and his breathing became more rapid and deeper. Mine began to match his, and the ache in my pussy subsided as it grew wetter and wetter the faster he slammed me.

"Oh my God Art... Oh fuuuuuck..." I moaned, though this time my voice was broken and uncontrolled; my words came out accepting and gracious. "Mmmmmmmm!!! Oh Fuck!"

Art leaned back, pulling me with him and with a single, burly thrust released a warm load of semen up and into what felt like my stomach.

I tried to release an affable moan of pleasure as I sat atop him but was unable to catch a wind to do so. With every spurt of concentrated pleasure my pussy quivered with bliss.

Art wrapped his elbow around my throat, and as he again pushed himself deeper inside of me to ensure the distance of his genes he reassured me of his original oath.

"You belong to me, your purpose..." He paused as he ejaculated into me, "is to take my cum inside of you and nothing else."

"Anything you say..." I returned. With another push against his bulky hips my pussy released a wave of ecstacy up my spine. "OOOOOH! FUCK!" I screamed!

"Anything you say my master... I'll be anything for you!"

We paused for a moment, our bodies heaving in absolute gratification, then collapsed on the bed. We didn't speak for several minutes, I laid still on the bed not evening trying to compose myself. His body; all the layers of muscle rippling under his tattooed skin as he heaved on top of me. He ran his hand up and down my side lovingly. I was his bitch, his mate. I might as well have been his piece of meat; but in his hands it was a respected position. He reached his hand to the side of my face and held my head up to look at him. I rolled over underneath him felt his chest against mine; his strong body held tightly against my weak frame by gravity. He tried to offer another command.

"I know baby," I cut him off. "I'm all your, forever."

"And what is your purpose?"

"I am here simply to provide a haven for your cum. I'm your baby, your slave."

"You are going to make a good wife, Ashleigh. Now go to sleep, I have plans for you in the morning."

I rolled over and turned my back to my lover. I closed my eyes as a drip of still-warm semen dripped across my clitoris and reminded me of the pleasure I had just endured. I had no idea how much I liked being dominated so aggressively. Apparently it had just begun, and I was to find out much more in the months to come.



For Stephan



You come home to me naked in the kitchen preparing dinner. You drop your things and stride over to me. You push me to my knees, grabbing my hair with one hand and your zipper with the other. 

You hold my head steady as you release your semi hard cock, "Suck bitch, swallow it."

My mouth greedily swallows you. I look up at you and see IT in your eyes. Tonight is the night you will push my submission. I start to pull away a bit and you force my head down choking me. 

"No fuck pig, suck my cock you dirty whore." You choke me several more times with your cock while your hand lifts my chin so you can look in my eyes.

You watch my face as I allow myself to let go under your command. You pull out a bit and staring into my eyes you start to piss. You smile down evilly when you see my tears. 

"That's it you fucking silly bitch drink my piss". 

You finish as you look deep into my eyes and say, "MINE. YOU ARE MINE". 

You drag me by my hair to the kitchen table, push my torso down and lash my legs to the table legs. From the bag you carried in, you pull out a thick cane. They are one of my worst fears. (I loath canes, they scare me like crazy). 

You rub your cock against me and growl "Are you scared little girl? You filthy cunt. Guess what's first?" 

I feel you spread my ass cheeks and dribble lube into my crack. You slip a anal plug between my cheeks sliding the lube into my hole. 

You begin pushing the plug in and out, as I push back you pull it all the way out and say, "Oh you want this in MY ass? Take it then you whore." as you push it all the way in in one shot. 

I cry out at the invasion whimpering in pleasurable pain. You pull back and lay the first strike of the cane against my upper thighs. 

I scream and you tell me, "Shut up you silly fucking ass whore. Take my pain." 

You lay 24 more hard swipes on my body. I am bruised and there are broken areas of skin. You leave and come back with a spray bottle and inside there is salt water. You spray it on my skin and rub it into the open areas. You leave me there for a moment while you take your clothes off. Seeing my tears and marking me has left you with the biggest raging hard on. You bring it to me and make me suck you while you play with my pussy. I am still trapped on the table, completely at your mercy and soaking wet. 

You spank my cunt several times and as you push fully into my mouth you tell me, "Cum bitch. Give me yourself. Cum for ME".

Before I come down from my release you have pulled away and are slamming your cock into my cunt straight to the hilt. Your skin rubs my raw legs, bringing more tears. 

You begin fucking me with fast, long, hard strokes while saying, "Feel me cunt. Your mine and that cunt's mine.", as you slap my ass with every push into me. 

I feel you spread my ass cheeks and begin to fuck my ass with the plug logged inside. You pull it all the way out and look down as I stay open for you. You pull out of my pussy and with no warning replace the plug with your hot, hard, thick cock. I again cry out in pain and you slap my ass. 

"You will take my cock where ever I want to put it. You will beg me to fuck you, you stupid bitch, you filthy whore."

You stop moving and tap your fingers against my clit, swollen with the need to cum. 

" Please fuck me, fuck your ass, make me cum, make your fucking dirty fuck pig cum for you". 

You pull back and slam in again and again. You pull all the way out, grabbing my hair to make me look at you. "Pleassseee Sir", I beg.

You whisper, "What do you want? Say it."

"Fuck my ass. I need you to fuck my ass and make me your whore, your cum bucket." 

Before the words are out of my mouth your cock ravages my ass so hard I feel you in my belly. You began fucking me so hard and I am pushing back grunting with animal noises begging you to fuck me harder. 

"Please may I cum for you? I cant hold it." 

You reach down and shove three fingers into me and tell me to cum for you. I gush down my legs. At that moment you pull your cock and fingers from me. You grab my head and slide your cock down my throat cuming hard, holding me there.

"Don't swallow bitch, hold it you whore."

You pull away and untie my legs, pulling me to standing. My mouth still full with cum you lead me to the corner where you tell me to stand and stay. As I stand in your corner you go to the kitchen and fix a plate and come to the table. 

You sit and tell me, "Crawl here slut. Do not swallow a drop fuck hole." 

When I am at your feet you tilt my chin up and while watching my eyes you tell me to swallow. 

"You are mine cunt, forever. You are my pretty, dirty, little, fuck hole whore."

You place my head against your knees and eat. We both sigh contently.



First Submission



I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the middle of the room you kneel with your back to me, your eyes blindfolded, and your hands cuffed behind your back. Other than the cuffs and blindfold you are naked.

As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you were supposed to be. Whilst you waited for me you had rested your arse on the back of your feet. You know you will be in trouble for that at some point.

I move into the room, not approaching you. You know I am in there but have no idea where or what I am about to do. I know you could turn your head, shake off the blindfold, find out where I was, but I want to see if you have the will power to remain still.

Eventually you sense that I am in front of you, inches away from you. I put my hand in your hair, gripping it, but not pulling it. I tilt your head so your face looks up at me, and then run one finger slowly and lightly over your blindfold, down your cheek to your mouth. Even more slowly I trace my finger along your lips till I feel them part and your tongue gingerly slips out to curl around my finger.

We stay like that for a few moments, before I take my hand away and move to stand behind you. I grip your arms by the elbow and help you to your feet, making you stand naked in the middle of the room, your hands still bound behind you.

Again I stand in front of you, and slowly run my fingers over the contours of your body. My finger moves very lightly over your skin, hardly touching you. I start on your neck, very slowly tracing down to your shoulder, then just touching the side of your breasts down to your navel. Slowly they move back up, skirting your breasts before once more moving down, this time across your breasts towards your nipples. As they sense my fingers on you, your nipples harden further as they anticipate the touch they so want to receive.

As my hands move I tell you how much I love your body, how much I love to look at it, and how I love to feel it under my touch.

I feel your body shift as you try to move your nipples to my fingers, and instantly take my hands away. You hear me take a step to your side, before feeling a stinging smack on your arse. The blow, though not too hard, makes you take a step forward. I wait till you have balanced yourself before resuming the spanking. In all five blows land on your arse before I stop.

I stand behind you and place my hand where the smacks had just fallen, and caress you to ease some of the pain. I ask you if you know why you were punished and you explain that you know you should not have moved to try and force my hand. 

With my foot I force your legs further apart, till you are standing with them wide open. My hand stays on your arse for a few seconds, before I move off again and you hear the door open as I leave the room. I return after a few minutes and stand behind you, and undo your hands, which you immediately move and hang in front of you covering yourself. I tell you that you are not allowed to cover yourself up, and that you will be punished for every time you try. I ask if you understand and you nod that you do. I slap your arse again, hard this time, which as you still have your legs spread makes you lose your balance, falling to your hands and knees.

I tell you that if I ask you a question I want a spoken answer, not a nod of the head. Again you nod your head rather than answer, and I let out a long sigh and tell you to take off your blindfold and follow me to the other side of the room. I cross the room and stand by a table and turn to see you walking towards me.

"Erin, Erin, Erin" I sigh, "I didn't say you could stand up and walk over, go back to where you were and get back on your hands and knees". I watch as you walk away, and resume the position. I consider letting you off, as I really want to just throw you on the bed and fuck you, but you need to be trained to do things properly."

I make you stay where you are whilst I talk to you. I explain that you need to be punished again, for not doing as you were told. I tell you that you are my slut whore and that I want us to do all sorts of kinky things together, but not until you learn. I ask if you still want to be my slut whore and you reply that you do. Whilst you say this to me you look down at the floor.

I walk over to you and use your hair to make you look up at me. I ask you what you want to be, and you blush and tell me that you want to be my kinky slut, and take whatever I want to give her.

Satisfied with your answer, I walk back to the table, and tell you to crawl over to me. I watch again as you make your way to me, watching as your breasts sway where they hang below you as you crawl.

When you reach me I tell you to stand up, and look at what is on the table. There is a selection of paddles, nipple clamps, clothes pegs, vibrators, butt plugs and various other objects. I see you study each one in turn and tell you to choose a paddle and some of the pegs, and give them to me.

Standing in front of you, I reach out and take one of your nipples between my finger and thumb and roll it gently between them. I then take one of the pegs and squeeze it open, letting it close slightly on your nipple. 

I look directly into your eyes as I slowly release the pressure on the peg. When I see you flinch I hold the peg still allowing you to adjust to the pain, and then when I see you relax again, I allow a bit more till it is fully clamped on your nipple. I repeat the whole process with your other nipple till they are both in place. 

I lean forward and kiss you, as I am proud of the way you handled it, and ask if you are ok to carry on. You tell me that you are, and so I instruct you to lean over with your hands on the table and spread your legs. You do as you are told, and I tell you that I am going to spank you ten times to help you learn to be better.

1 spank 2 spank 3 spank

I pause for a moment, as I know I am spanking you quite hard and that it is causing the pegs hanging from your nipples to pull on them setting your nerves on fire.

4 5 6 7 8

Again the pause...

9 10

I lay the paddle down and put my hand between your legs, touching your pussy for the first time. I run my finger along the length of your pussy lips, feeling them part as my finger moves.

Your pussy is soaked, and I lift my juice covered finger to your mouth, making you lick it clean.

I turn you to face me, and very very slowly remove the pegs from your nipples. I do it carefully, taking my time as the pain momentarily increases as the blood flows back in.

I walk you across the room, and tell you to lie on the bed. You lie down on your front, which brings a stinging smack to your arse. I hear you groan as I hit the exact spot that has just been spanked, and land another in the same place. You quickly realize what I want and turn over onto your back, your hands by your side and your legs together.

I tell you to move your legs apart, and you move them slightly so your feet are about a foot apart. I lean over you and slap the insides of your legs, hard, and keep doing so until you move your legs much wider apart. Once they are where I want them I run my hand slowly up your leg, across your stomach up to your breasts, flicking over your nipple, and on up to your shoulder. As I move my hand I walk along the side of the bed till I am at its head, where I reach out and take one of your hands. I lift it up, moving your arm till it stretched out towards me, and then use a scarf to tie it to the bed post. I walk around to the other side of the bed, where I tell you to stretch out your other arm to me. As you move your arm, I notice that you have closed your legs slightly when I wasn't looking. With both of your arms tied, I move and stand at the bottom of the bed, looking at your naked body, exposed and tied below me. 

I keep looking at you for what seems like an age, and see you blush as you see my eyes roaming your body, whilst you feel so vulnerable. I sense the urge you have to close your legs, and say nothing, waiting to see what you will do. Eventually I sense your legs moving, millimetre by millimetre, and turn away from the bed, over to the table on the other side of the room.

You move your head, so you can see where I am, and what I am doing. You notice me pick up the pegs again and a small paddle, and know you are about to be punished again.

After walking back to the bed, I sit down next to you, and lean over you, my hand on the mattress on the far side of your body. My free hand roams across the top half of your body, touching you gently, caressing you. As I do this I tell you how much I love your body, how much I enjoy looking at you, touching you, how much you turn me on. I ask you if you know why you have to be punished again, and you say you do not know. I explain that you moved your legs, trying to stop yourself being so exposed. I stop leaning across you and move my hand down your figure, and onto your pussy. My finger very slowly runs along the length of your lips, just teasing them open slightly.

My finger continues to move along you, going slightly deeper with each movement, till I am just inside you. Eventually my finger moves to your clit, which it circles before slowly moving across it, teasing it and you, before I take my hand away, depriving you of my touch.

I ask you if you want me to touch you more, and you say that you do. I ask you where you want me to touch you, and you tell me that you want me to touch your pussy, that you want me to play with your clit and to open up your pussy with my fingers. You tell me that I can touch you wherever I want as you are my slutwhore. 

I smile at you as you say that, and remind you that you are still due a punishment. I will let you off the punishment if you want me to, but it will also mean that I will not touch you or do anything with you for the foreseeable future. The choice is yours, but if you opt for the punishment you will have to ask me for it.

I take a few paces away from the bed; before I hear you say timidly that you will take the punishment. I say nothing and wait in silence, looking away from you. Eventually you speak again, and this time it is to ask me to punish you for moving your legs, for trying to cover yourself up when you knew I wanted to see you. Moving back to the bed I remove the ties from your wrists and tell you to get off the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed and tell you to come and stand in front of me. Once you are where I want you, I reach up and put the pegs back on your nipples, still taking the time to let you get used to the pain as I slowly let them close and grip. Again I wait for you to relax, before telling you stand with your legs open again. You spread your legs, and wait for my next move. I pick up another two pegs, and run them along the length of your pussy lips. Using both hands I separate your lips and very slowly place a peg on one of them. I take an age to let it fully grip you, as I can feel your legs shaking as you feel it take hold of you. I tell you to put your hands on my shoulders to help steady yourself whilst you learn to handle the pain. I tell you take as long as you need, and when you are ready to stand back up again. You lean into me, and I can hear your quick breathing as you struggle with the feelings running through your body. As I wait for you I gently stroke your arms, your legs and your arse.

When I feel your grip on my shoulders relax after about 90 seconds I know that you have managed to handle it. I tell you how well you have done, how pleased I am with you, and that you are over the worst. As I say it I feel you move away from me as you push yourself to stand back up. You stand in front of me, and nod when I ask you if you are sure you want to carry on. 

I reach out again and this time grip your other pussy lip. As I do so I nudge the peg already there and hear you gasp. I leave it a few seconds then place the second peg on you. I take my time as before but you are able to come to turns with it much more easily this time, as I hoped would be the case.

I look at you with the pegs on your nipples and pussy, and love the sight of you even more than normal. I stand up and take your hand, to lead you across the room, where I tell you I want you to bend over the table. I let you take each step slowly as your legs hit the pegs on your pussy each time you move. It takes us an age, but eventually we reach the table and you place your elbows on the tabletop, forcing your arse out behind you.

I discard the paddle and smack you twice, not too hard, once on each cheek with my hand. After a couple of seconds the same again, slightly harder. I repeat this till I have spanked you five times on each cheek, each set getting harder than the last. I stroke your cheeks as I ask if you are still ok, again you nod your head, and I decide not to try and make you talk, as you are doing better than I had expected. I let you know that there are ten more spanks to come, and then it will be over. You nod you head again, and I give you the remaining ten smacks, this time they get softer each time, until the last one which is hardly a smack at all.

I stand you up, and turn you to face me. I ask you if you have learnt the lesson, and again all you do is nod. I kneel down in front of you, and remove the pegs from your pussy. This takes some time, as I do not want to cause you any more pain than I have to as your punishment is now over. Once they are off, I stand up and carefully remove the pegs from your nipples. I pull you towards me, wrap my arms around me and hold you against me. I feel you put your arms around me, and know you have accepted what happened to you. I kiss you, and reassure you how well you did, how proud I am of you. I tell you that as a reward you get to choose what I do with you next. Anything you choose, with no punishments involved.......

You tell me that you want to masturbate for me and suck my cock as your reward, and move to kneel in front of me. I watch as you place your hands behind your back, and move your mouth towards my cock that is already hard from punishing you.

As I see and feel your tongue flick over the head of my cock, I let out a low moan and tell you how much you turn me on. Your tongue rolls around the tip of my cock before you take me further into your mouth, making me feel so incredible. I look down at you as you suck me, and place my hand on your cheek. I can feel my cock moving inside your mouth as you rock your body back and forth.

I see your hands move from behind your back as you give in to the urge to touch yourself, and I watch as you start to stoke your nipples. I hear you let out a moan around my cock as your hands touch your pussy, pleasuring yourself. Your mouth on my cock becomes more urgent as you begin to rub your clit and slide fingers inside yourself and I move my hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair.

As you turn me on more and more, I start to pull your head towards me, using my hands to force myself into your mouth. My whole body sways as I start to fuck your mouth, and I start to tell you again how much you turn me on, and how much I love you being my kinky little slut. You moan constantly as your fingers become frenzied on your pussy, and my cock continues to fuck your open mouth. On a couple of occasions my cock slips out of you, and I slap it against your face, as you hungrily search for it again with your lips.

After a few more minutes I tell you I am going to cum, and pull my cock from your mouth. As it leaves your lips, I start to cum. I moan as I cum so hard after your actions have driven me so wild. Lines of cum cover your face, are in your hair, and drip down onto your breasts. I use my hand to squeeze the last drops to the head of my cock and push it back into your mouth, feeling your tongue lick the last traces off me.

I take a few paces back from you and look at you with my cum on your face, more of it dripping down onto your body. One of your hands continue to roam your body, rubbing my cum over your breasts, rubbing it in to your skin, whilst the other carries on playing with your clit.

I cross to the table and pick up a few things, then come back to you, lift you to your feet and lead you to the bed. I lie you down on your back with your knees at the edge of the bed, and the rest of your legs hanging. I kneel on the floor and push your legs apart and lower my mouth to your pussy, tasting you properly for the first time.

I want to tease you and make you beg for my touch, but can sense how worked up you have already made yourself. I use my fingers to open your pussy lips and my tongue snakes inside you, as deep as it can go. Again and again my tongue delves into your pussy, covering my lips and mouth with your juices which taste so good. Every few moments I move my tongue to your clit, circling around it, before flicking over it and running it between my lips.

Using my hands I lift your legs so they are over my shoulders, exposing your pussy and arse to me more. As two of my fingers replace my tongue in your pussy, my tongue moves further down, running along the length of your lips, down to the area between your pussy and your arse. I feel you shudder as my tongue swirls around your most private place, and I continue to touch you there with my tongue.

I reach down to pick up one of the items I collected earlier, and you hear the hum of a vibrator start up. I place the tip of it directly on your clit and hold it there, not letting it be moved off as you begin to grind your hips against my mouth which is now back on your pussy.

As I hold the vibrator on your clit, and again explore your pussy with my probing tongue, I feel your hands on the back of my head, pushing me against your more. The fingers that are still soaked with your pussy juice, move to your arse, and very slowly but firmly start to enter you there too. I hear you telling me that you are going to cum, before I feel your body spasm, and your legs lock around my head and neck. I keep my fingers in your arse as you cum, but keep my tongue still and take the vibrator away, waiting for your orgasm to subside.

When I feel you relax, I tenderly kiss your flooded pussy, before I lift you further on to the bed, where I gaze at you lying there naked, beautiful, breathless and flushed. I move onto the bed, and lay behind you, holding you, my now hard cock pressing against you, eager but patient, ready for more.



First Submission Ch. 02



It has been five years since I penned part one of Submissive Awakenings, and posted it on various story sites. It has appeared here a couple of times as my account has changed, and the name of the subject was altered. Part One was not written as a story, but was an e-mail I sent to someone whilst they were at work. As she and I went our separate ways I have never felt able to continue with the story and still be able to capture the same feelings and desires I felt at that moment in time. Over the years however, I have received so many letters from women asking for a part two, three, four and more, that I have eventually decided to see if I could make something work. To those who have waited so patiently for more, I thank you and hope it lives up to your expectations. Feedback is always welcomed, be it good or bad. (If you have not read part one, it may help the below make more sense) 

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When I notice your breathing return to normal I release my hold on you and stand up from the bed, cross the room and collect a few objects before returning. As you lie on your side on the bed I kneel behind you and use one hand to spread the cheeks of your arse. I can feel you tense as you anticipate what is coming, but ignore your nerves. You hear a bottle click open and a few seconds later feel the coldness of lubricant being applied to your hole. I deliberately say nothing as I work the lube around you and with my finger, inside you. You have turned your head so your face is buried in the sheets, but I can still see the colour in your cheeks as you blush from being touched there.

When I feel you are lubed enough I pick up the plug from the bed and place the tip against your arsehole, not pushing it in, just letting the point work on your clenched hole. Still with the plug against you I lean over you till my mouth is by your ear and whisper to you.

"You are going to take this Sarah, and take it now. I want you to take a long deep breath in, hold it for a second, and then very slowly let it all out." 

I barely hear your reply of Yes Sir, then feel your arse clench more as you slowly take an inward breath. Your whole body tenses as you take in more and more air then goes rigid as you hold for a second. As you start to let the breath out I feel your whole body relax, including your arse. As I feel you unclench, I slowly start to push the plug inside you, millimetre by millimetre. Your breathing alters to a moan as your arse starts to spread around the thickening plug, till eventually you feel me stop and hold it there, at its widest point. It seems like an age I hold it there, keeping you open, before a last bit of pressure pushes it in, and your arse closes again between the plug and the thin base.

I give you a moment to adjust to the new feeling inside you, before putting my hand on your shoulder and pulling you gently onto your back. I look down at you, and you blush more as our eyes meet. We both know this is the first time anything has been inside your arse, and it turns me on to know you allowed me to put something there for the first time. I lean forward and kiss you, gently touching our lips as I stroke your face. I know you have given yourself to me, but I still want you to feel reassured and wanted, and I do so want you.

I continue kissing you as I once more stretch out your arms and tie them to the bed posts above you, stretched wide apart. I then stand from the bed, run my hands along your legs and when I reach your ankles, I grip them and suddenly pull your legs wide open. I hear you shriek in surprise but ignore you, and begin to bind your legs to the foot posts of the bed.

You look stunning lying there like that and I change my plans for you briefly and take a step to the side of the bed. I place my hand on your pussy and force three fingers inside you with my thumb on your clit. You are so wet; your juices quickly coat my hand as I start to work my fingers in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. My thumb works on your clit, pressing it, circling it, kneading it in time with my fingers working inside your pussy. 

I watch as your back arches against the bed, your eyes close, your chest flushes pink and your hips force your pussy against my hand harder still. I know you are close to cumming, and wonder if you are going to ask permission or if you have lost yourself in the moment. Should I remind you, or should I let you take the consequences of your actions if you cum without asking. I find myself in two minds, and without thinking suddenly remove my hand from your pussy, depriving you of my touch completely. Your body slumps back down to the bed, your eyes fly open, and you look at me with a look of confusion and hurt.

"You were going to cum Sarah, to cum without asking, and I could not allow that. Do you understand?"

You sob as you reply in a whisper, "Yes Sir". You turn your face away from me, and I can tell that you do not understand, you are upset that I stopped you, that I left you frustrated. I curse myself for having changed my plans for you, for having put you in this situation, but this is not the time to talk about it, to have a discussion, you will just have to learn to accept it.

I lean forward and turn your head, making you face me again, and though there is still resentment in your eyes I ignore it. I lift your head off the bed slightly and slip a blindfold on you. I move it so that it is just above your eyes, you can still see me, then lower your head back to the bed. You watch me intently, your face now changed to one of curiosity as you try and work out what is going to happen next. I reach out and slowly push two foam ear plugs into your ears, removing one of your senses. I know you can hear to a degree, but all sounds are muffled and indistinguishable.

I leave the bed and return a moment later with two large candles which I show to you, and you watch as I light them in front of you. I leave them for a second to start burning properly, and then place them on the side and pick up a bowl. I show you a piece of ice from the bowl and hold it above you, moving it in my fingers till a drop of water runs off and falls. Almost in slow motion I watch your eyes follow the cold drop till it lands on your stomach. 

From the way you recoil, you would think you had been struck by something solid and heavy, and I grin at you, laying there tied and helpless, comprehension slowly dawning on you. Your world goes dark, as I pull the blindfold down over your eyes, and I see you turning your head from side to side as you find your sense of sound and sight removed.

I pick up a candle in one hand, and some cubes of ice in the other and hold them above your body. I watch as your chest rises and falls as your breathing is heavy in anticipation. After a couple of seconds a drop of ice cold water drops and lands on your left breast, just blow the nipple. You take a sharp intake of breath, followed by a squeal as a second droplet land directly on your nipple. A shiver runs though your whole body; your nerves are now stretched so tight.

I move my other hand and a drop of hot wax falls from the candle landing on your stomach. Your whole body tenses for a second then relaxes as you realise it only hurts for a fleeting moment. Now that you have experienced both I start to drop wax and cold water over your stomach and breasts. Sometimes the drops fall one at a time, and at others two places get covered at the same time. Your back is arched now, your head back, your mouth wide open, as your breath becomes more ragged and your moans and yelp blend into one.

As the ice cube becomes too wet and slippery to hold, I lean forward and place it in your mouth. Your mouth closes on my fingers and your tongue start to roll around the ice and my fingers there. You are wanton now, desperate, you are no longer Sarah, you are something new, an inner version of yourself unleashed.

I pull my fingers from your mouth and being careful not to spill the candle I move myself onto the bed. I straddle your head facing your body along the bed, and move my cock onto your lips. Your mouth opens and you take my head into your mouth, you want more I know, I can hear you whisper for more, to let you have all of me in your mouth. I lean forward, so one hand is on the bed next to your hip, and allow more of my cock to enter your mouth, and feel your tongue moving around me greedily.

My other hand still has the candle, and once again I let a drop of hot wax fall on you, this time on the inside of your thigh, before placing a second in the same place on your other thigh. In the excitement of taking me in your mouth you had forgotten about the wax and it takes you by surprise, and I feel your scream though my cock as well as hearing it.

Without pausing I let more wax fall, this time not just a drop but a whole stream of it. It lands directly where I want it, on your clit and pussy. Your whole body thrashes, you scream, and I feel your teeth grip my cock in your mouth, biting me but not hard.

Eventually I feel you relax and I slide my cock from your mouth, move off the bed and stand next to you. For the next few minutes I drop wax all over you. Your breasts, your nipples, your stomach, your legs and thigh and your pussy are all coated with lines of wax clinging to you. When I think you have enough on you I blow out the candle and place it back on the bedside table. I then untie you from the bed and tell you not to move at all.

Very slowly I move your legs so they are almost back together, and slide my hands under your back and thighs. Gently I left you from the bed, and trying not to press against you I carry you across the room. I put you down so that you are standing, and slowly move you so that your legs are open and your hands on your head.

You are aware that I am standing behind you now, and after a while you feel my fingers on your ears removing the plugs, restoring your hearing to you. Then I reach up and remove the blindfold giving you back your sight. You have been stood in front of a free standing full length mirror and now you can see your reflection there in front of you.

You look at yourself, the wax still clinging to you. You look over to the bed and see a trail of wax between the bed and where you now stand, but most is still on you, stuck to you there. You go to move, but I put my hand on your shoulder stopping you. 

"Do not move Sarah, I do not want the wax off quite yet, I have more plans for that, but we have something else to do first"

You do not reply, you just keep studying yourself in the mirror. In some places there are some red marks below the wax, but on the whole your skin still looks as beautiful as ever, beneath its new coating.

Still standing behind you, I place both hands on your arse and spread your cheeks, exposing the plug still nestled there inside of you. I move one hand and grip the end and start to pull gently on it. I do not want you moving whilst I remove the plug, so I place one hand on your shoulder, gripping you hard and making you know not to move. I then start pulling on the plug once more. I do not want to hurt you, but I need to pull quite hard to make your hole open once more around the plug. I can feel the suction of your arse holding it, then the sudden release as the plug passes the widest point and slips out of you. You have not made a sound whilst I removed the plug, and I kiss your neck and shoulders as we now both study your waxed form in the mirror.

"You have done so well Sarah, I am so proud of you. We just have one last bit to go, we just need to remove all that wax, and then we can take a break. Are you ready?"

You nod your head, and I decide to ignore your lack of answer. You are in an intense place right now; I am not going to punish the minor items. I walk in front of you, and move the mirror out of the way, then cross to the table and uncover the item that was laying there beneath a cloth. A flogger.

I show it to you, and can see the fear reappear there as you imagine the pain that I am going to inflict on you. I explain that I am not going to use it hard on you, just enough to dislodge the wax, it will sting, not hurt. You are allowed to move, to put your hands down, but if at any point you try to use your arm to stop me, then you will be flogged ten times on your back and arse, hard.

You flinch as my hand goes back for the first time, and I hold it there waiting for you to be ready. I know you, I know what you crave, and I know you yearn for pain, for humiliation, to be used and left feeling sore and ashamed. I also know you are not ready for too much yet, you are still learning, so I can be patient and wait for you to be ready for the first stroke of the flogger. 

When I see you steady yourself and look up to me, I know you are ready, and I use no more than a flick of the wrist to make the strands of leather land of your stomach. It is a soft swish no more, yet the wax falls off straight away, cascading to the floor. I can see you are reassured by this and you stand more confidently in front of me. Again and again I use the flogger, soft blows each time, moving over your stomach, your legs and your breasts till most of the loose wax is gone. There are a few patches left on your breasts, a couple on your thighs, and I have not touched your pussy as yet. I reach out with my hand and remove the wax from your thighs, and tell you that I am going to have to be harder to remove the rest. I am going to start with your pussy, and flog just hard enough to clear it, then I am going to move back to your breasts where I am going to hurt you.

I kneel in front of you, your coated pussy so glorious in front of my face, and hold the handle of the flogger out in front of me. I grip the strands of the flogger in my other hand, before releasing them and flicking my wrist. The flogger lands directly on your pussy, knocking nearly all the wax off in a shower of shards. You scream and take a step back and I do nothing to stop you, and as I suspected a few moments later you present your pussy to me once more.

There is not much wax left there now, and I estimate two good blows should remove it, so with a couple of quick flicks of the wrist I land two hard blows to your pussy, removing the last of the wax leaving you red but clean once more. You do not step back with the sting of the flogger this time, instead I feel your hands drop to my shoulders and I take all your weight on me. Your forehead rests on the top of my head and I feel your breath on my scalp and through my hair.

I run my hands up the back of your legs as you lean on me for support and gently pull you till you take a step forward and are forced to straighten up again. Your pussy is there in front of me again, and I cannot resist the urge to kiss you there. As you stand with your legs spread, standing over me, I start to kiss your pussy, to run my tongue along your lips, to circle your clit with my tongue and suck it in between my teeth.

Your fingers curl in my hair and pull me further into you, as my fingers also find their way to your pussy. Your taste is amazing; I can feel an animal lust coming over both of us, the need for each other so strong.

I break away suddenly, spring to my feet and grab hold of you. I use one hand to rub the rest of the wax from your breasts then force you against the wall face first. I push one of your arms up so that your face is pressed against it as it supports you against the wall, and move your other hand so it is on your pussy.

"Use your hand to make yourself cum Sarah, I want you to cum for me so hard that you collapse" 

With that I pick up the flogger again and start to whip your arse. All tenderness is forgotten now, and the harder I flog you, the more frenzied the work you do on your pussy. Your arse becomes red and marked, and I hear you sob with each blow but you never ask for mercy. Your arse is still pushed towards me and your fingers a blur as you work yourself towards orgasm.

A hard stroke from the flogger lands across both arse cheeks and your whole body stiffens for a second. Your legs begin to tremble, out of control; your head is rocking side to side on your arm. Your body crumples before me as your legs buckle and give way. You are on the floor at my feet, your body still in the throes of orgasm, yet you are crying uncontrollably, as if all emotion has been released from inside.

I do not touch you; I stand there watching you, in awe of what you are going through, in awe of you. You do not try and control your emotions or cover yourself, you are lost to me, and you are in a world entirely on your own. Minutes pass before you come back to me, and I can see you are spent, empty of all energy and emotion. More naked than you have ever been. 

I kneel down and wrap my arms around you, my body leaning over you, and you wrap yourself into me, needing to be held, to be cared for, protected. I will stay there with you till you are fully back, then we will explore further still.

Part three -- due sometime before 2019 hopefully....... 



First Submission Ch. 1



Hannah had felt the soft nylons first secure her left wrist to her left knee then, without a word, the man moved quickly to secure the right wrist to her right knee. Suddenly, at thirty-two, Hannah found herself as secure as her submissive nature had ever dreamed of. Now, as the man stood up, looking over her tiny breast, his eyes feasting on the black skirt, it in itself being too short, moved to slide the blindfold down over her lusty eyes.

It seemed like forever before he touched her. Seconds seemed to beat out to minutes and, behind the blindfold where time had no reference point, the minutes seemed to pass by as lusty hours as her body craved the one thing she had dreamed countless fantasies of... Her total submission to a man.

He watched her chest suck in a deep breath of air as the fingers of his left hand kneaded her right nipple. It was more than hard, and more than a bit tender as he slowly increased the pressure of his playing. By the time he had reach the point where he felt he was being rough enough, Hannah was moaning "Yes" as her hips moved about in the constraints.

"Who owns you?" The man whispered down to her.

"You do," she groaned out loudly, arching her back as his fingers moved to her left nipple.

"You like pain, do ya?" He whispered down to her as her tongue moved over her lips.

"Ohhh, yes," she sighed, "punish me."

"Punish you?" He chuckled, moving his hand down between thighs, pulling the skirt up and slowly running the tips of his fingers up and down her wet slit. "How is that done?"

"Fuck me," she moaned loudly, her head moving from side to side. "Fuck me so hard."

"No," he replied, sliding his index finger deep into her love canal. "I want to own you first."

"God," she whimpered, feeling the finger making circles deep inside her pussy, "you already know you do."

"Not good enough," he taunted, a second finger joining the one already in her.

She gasped as the fingers explored her hot depths then, with a yelp of lust, she felt them curl up, tickling against her G-spot. Her hands fought to gain release so she could grab him and express her building needs but, as she fought against the tightening material, the nylons only grew tighter. This was beyond what she had envisioned. She had never felt so wildly passionate in this moment of knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to do to her, and she had no way of responding to him, other than her harsh breathing, loud moans and her growing need to beg him to take her and make her fully his.

Soon the fingers were sliding in and out of her well-lubricated pussy. Each time they entered her they tickle at her G-spot. It seemed like he was doing it to her for hours when she saw a hot flash of red light and felt the touch of his fingers deep in her mind. In and out; tickle on tickle, he was slowly building her to her climax at his own sped. A speed, to Hannah, made even more demented from behind her blindfold.

"Ahh," she gasped, her hips trying to move up to take him in her moment of building lust. But, as the climax verged on exploding over her body, his fingers slowly withdrew from her.

"No! Please. No," Hannah pleaded as the climax seemed to hang in her mind as an unexpressed sneeze.

"I want you to move to me," the man taunted in a whispering, his fingers massaging deeply into her pubic mound. "You ready to give in?"

"No," she gasped out, knowing it was all a part of the game; a game she wanted to experience fully before submitting to what she knew she would sooner-or-later.

The man watched his fingertip descend into her glistening slit then, watching her breathing her explored until, with a sudden, shocked gasp, he knew he had found he clit.

Flicking back and forth over her swollen clit, the man's other hand reach up and fingertips encased her heaving left nipple. Back and forth; around and around, the finger flouted her needs. The fingertips bore down on the nipple, the slight pain mingling with the pleasure from her clit till she did not know what was pain and what was pleasure. Both sensations were now pulling her mind deeper, and deeper into the wanton needs she had never felt before. She needed to be owned now; To be made to dance out her passionate needs in a way she never dreamed of doing.

"It hurts," she moaned as the pressure increased on her nipple but, at the same instant, the fingertip on her clit, quickened its pace, a pace that instantly had her arch her back, her breathing now labored then, as she grunted out unknown words, her climax spread over her body as if a hot, wet sea of pure passion had flooded her. The pain was not pain in that instant. She wanted him to pinch even harder, yelping out as he did and, to her utter amazement, finding that the pain only held her building climax in check until, with a dulling feeling, the pain became more pleasure as the fingertip on her clit lashed out faster, carrying her even further into the magical world on painful pleasure.

"Oh, fuckkkkk," Hannah moaned as her body went rigid. "Oh, God! Yes!" she hissed, as the climax erupted in her mind as if a long dormant volcano of needs.

The man had to smile as she came. Her body, now caught up in her lifetime fantasy, was out of control. Her body went from rigid to pumping her hips at his finger, to rigid as she gurgled out passionate sounds.

When Hannah's mind returned to her, she felt her chest heaving in gigantic gulps of air. She felt her own juices slowing ebbing out of her tortured pussy in a hot stream of passionate fulfillment. She felt his fingers on her right nipple, flicker back and forth over it as it grew even harder then, as he mind fought for an ounce of control, she felt something could tightening around the nipple. Next, he repeated the same act on her left nipple as she tried to figure out what was happening.

Hannah felt her thighs spread to the point of pain then felt the head of his cock playing at her opening. Up and down he forced it, just inside her wet opening then, as she gasped out her acceptance, she felt it start its journey deep into her growing needs.

"Yes," she moaned, her mind trying to catch each new sensation of penetration and holding it. "Fuck me hard."

He didn't have to fuck at her hard. after the third withdrawal and entry, she felt fingertips on her clit again. By the fifth penetration she knew she was about to explode her passions against the head of his cock. "Please, own me," she moaned as the wave seemed to move over her tortured body again.

Drawing her along as slowly as he could, the man gauged Hannah's state of passion and, just as she thrust her hips up to him, her tightened down the right nipple clamp until her climax was in check. Fucking at her, his fingertip again playing her erect clit for all it was, he brought her to the verge of her climax, slowing up only enough to tighten the clamp down around her left nipple till she was moaning out is anguished craving... A craving that went beyond her wildest thoughts.

Hannah felt her body being turned. Her head was soon on the bedcovers, her knees pushing her ass high off the bed as her wrists held her in position. She felt his fingers enter her sopping wetness, move around then retreat. Taking a deep breath, she felt a fingertip push in on her openly exposed anal opening. Then, as she moaned out to the invasion, she felt the finger enter deeper into her ass, playing from side to side as it slipped into her.

The man let the fingers of his other hand taunt at her wet slit. A finger slid into her, finding her still swollen clit in a heartbeat. In and out the finger moved in her ass. Fingertips now demand even more of her clit than she had thought could ever be demand. She could hear her labored breathing, mixed with solemn words of total surrender as he took his all mighty time.

She was gasping for air now as her orgasm seemed to be balanced on her mind, fist going towards her needs then, in the next instant, being pulled back to its most diabolical point. Through moans of building ecstasy, Hannah felt him part of thighs even more then she felt it: His cock's head was at her anal opening, demanding entry as his hands grasped her hips, pulling her back onto his hard cock as she felt herself being impaled onto him.

The orgasm seemed to expand through her body as it propelled by a hot lusty wind. Pain seemed to laugh at her as it changed into the one thing she now wanted more than anything to explore. PAIN! Pure, simple, pushing her to let go on this last vestige of her self control. Pain! Now her greatest need... The need to be owned and be made to enjoy all that she had to offer.

He was fully in her now! Nine inches of fat, hard cock fully up her as he bent over her, playing at the nipple clamps with both sets of fingers. Now, as the clamps tightened down harshly on her tortured nipples, Hannah could only whisper out her acceptance to her plight as the clamps sang a new song.

The man was now slamming himself into her body. Their moans blending in her ears as she felt his cock swell and instant before his hot semen exploded deep in her, releasing her own tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure as her mind open accepted what she knew he would get... He utter devotion as his submissive.

Laying in his arms after he had untied her, Hannah cried for no reason at all. Her body twitched and jerked, as if aftershocks of a great earthquake. She felt his warm body next to her. His arms pulled her even closer as his fingers played on the nipple clamps, still attached, but made more looser, the feeling still sending echoes of need into her mind. As her mind collapsed into sleep, she smiled, knowing she had three days yet before she would tell him of her surrender. Three days of being the submissive woman she had wanted to be since she could remember.



First Submission Ch. 2



In her dream, Hannah was running naked through a long maze until, with a loud moan escaping from her lips, the man, Dave, jumped out and caught her, throwing her naked body to the floor, spreading her legs, proceeding to push his face deep between her thighs and start kissing and licking his way up and down her slit. Hannah heard her own moan. It seemed as if it came from another world. She felt his tongue play over her erect clit as, in an instant, dream blended with reality.

Her mind locked on the feeling of Dave's tongue, Hannah forced the thought of the dream aside as she felt his hands roaming up to her breasts, cupping them just enough for their body heat to merge, giving her tiny breast a soothing, warm feeling.

"You're a crazy man." she giggled, her right hand coming down gently to rest on the hand over her right breast. She laughed softly. "But it sure is about the best way I have ever been woken up."

Dave didn't responded as his lips closed in around her swollen clit, sucking it into his hot, wet mouth and forcing saliva back and forth over it.

Hannah moaned, spreading her legs even further apart. Her left hand moved down and touched the hair on top of his head. This wasn't at all like being dominated, this was much softer and far more relaxed.... Basically, just as nice, but somewhat less venturesome.

His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, her hands reach down to the surface of the bed cover and fingers clutched at the material as her mind concentrated on the pleasure emanating from her clit.

Hannah felt his fingers running up and down her hips as he bore down on her. She closed her eyes, listening to her breathing becoming harsher and harsher as Dave demanded so much from her.

"I'm yours," she moaned out from between lips now willing to express what she had wanted to wait much longer to say. "Oh, God! I am all yours."

It took Dave only a minute, or two longer before Hannah's hips were thrusting violently against his face. Her moans had turned to deep hissing-sounds, each hissing growing louder as her breasts heaved with her hips.

"Oh, fuck, Fuck. FUCK!" she wheezed, her head rolling from side to side as her mind exploded.

"Mine, huh?" Dave said, positioning himself between her widely spread legs. "Prove it."

"Fuck me," Hannah replied. feeling the head of his cock at her wet entrance. "Do what you want, just fuck me so hard."

Instantly the cock was thrust deep into her hot body, bring a yelp from lips not yet recovered from the climax brought on by his tongue. Body slapped body then, as she moaned out a sigh, her held himself hard against her body, his lips moving to surrounded her already hard left nipple.

Dave started to slowly fuck at Hannah, his lips and tongue exploring first one nipple than the other until, with gurgling sound, Hannah thrust her hips up, burying Dave deep into her as her body went rigid.

Before her climax had fully subsided, Dave rolled over on his back, carrying Hannah with him till she was laying on him, his cock still buried deep in her. His lips still worked at her nipples as she tried to balance herself on her arms, allowing him unhindered access to the parts of her body that he needed to ensure his total ownership of her.

She felt him pushing her upright; Felt his cock moving around playfully in her as her body took on the new position. By the time she was sitting totally upright, she could feel his cock slowly sliding into her as far as it could go.

Hannah wanted to lean forward to her hands but, as Dave's hands smeared her breasts with their taunting touch, she moved a little from side to side, amazed at how easily she could make the head of his cock tickle at spots in her that she never knew existed.

From side to side she explored, then started moving her body up and down his, feeling a whole new set of sensations being created in her. She felt her climax start to grow, slowing her movement to draw it out to it most delectable end.

As Dave's hand locked over her tits, Hannah ground her pussy against him, bring herself to the limit of her control. Once there, she threw back her head, slammed her body down hard on him, grinding her wet pussy around and around as she screamed out to the onslaught of her climax, feeling her hot juices slowly leak past his cock and flow from her onto him.

Dave didn't wait for her to catch her breath. He guided her body up his till her cunt was just touching his face. His tongue entered her swollen lips, licking at the wetness as it moved as far as it could into her body. Licking and sucking at the wetness, Dave moved his sub closer and closer to her next climax.

The climatic explosion tore into her mind unexpectedly. It forced her to lean forward and put her hands against the wooden headboard as she felt the flood of hot love juice begin the trip from its creation in her body to the consumption of his lips as his tongue seemed to swim crazily in her, as if a skin spoon, forcing as much of her come into his lips as he could manage.

As soon as Dave was finished with licking at her, her pushed her back down his body until Hannah, knowing exactly what to do, was sliding his wet cock back into her wet pussy. But, as she tried to relax, she felt Dave take control, slamming his cock in and out of her as hard as his hips would allow. Her mind crashed, becoming only the caretaker of her most demented of lusty needs. In this instant, she was truly his, now being willing to cast herself into a spell that she knew was little more than utter servitude to her own needs of being fulfilled time after time.

Hannah lost track of time. She forgot how many times her body and slid form his cock to his face and back again. All she now knew was the song her body was caught up in as, with loud grunts and shrill yelps, she found herself able to let go and become the person she had hidden from even herself for so long. As her body slammed down around his hot cock, her climax now almost unending, the woman vowed to the universe that she would do whatever it took to keep such passionate needs fulfilled, even to becoming his little sex slave.

By the time Dave rolled her onto her back, slid his cock into her, forced her legs together and fucked his come into her, she had become his lusty-filled sex slave... A slave now ready to embark into a world she had never knew could exist, let alone one with her as the center of it all.

The two of them gasped together as Dave slammed his body against hers. Hannah meet him thrust for thrust, even with her legs tight together. She felt tighter in this position, knowing that, if she did, Dave's cock had to be thinking virgin and, to her way of thinking, she may have been more virgin than she knew before the start of this adventure.

When Dave's body went rigid, a loud animal-like grunt coming from his lips, she knew she was about to feel his cock swell a bit more as he pumped his hot juices deep into her pussy. As his hot juices exploded in her, she responded with her own explosion, her bodies thrashing more than making up for his rigid, lust-wracked bodies inability to move.

Hannah now wanted this for her life. Wanted to be here and do whatever he wished. She chattered on and on as Dave fought to stay awake. Quickly she not only talked him in to her becoming more of a live-in sub, she even, after many protests from the sleepy man, managed to promise to take her to the bondage club he had talked about.

As the sun started to paint a tiny line of light far to the east, Hannah curled up against the now sleeping man. Her mind wondered what such a party would have to offer, resolving to find ways to make this whole wild world become even wilder.