0 comments/ 22157 views/ 2 favorites My First Submission By: angelaa I walk from the bathroom, towel wrapped around my freshly cleaned body, long hair wet but combed sticking to the top of my back and shoulders. I see Him sitting on the couch , a mischievous grin on His lips and a wicked gleam in His eyes. He sits there slowly stroking his growing manhood as He watches me enter. He asks me to remove the towel and let it drop to the floor. With self conscious hesitancy yet submissive obedience I comply. I begin to shiver slightly from the chill in the air as well as the nervousness I feel at His seeing my body for the first time; not knowing if it is pleasing to Him. My eyes remain averted from His, yet I try not to look toward His hand slowly moving on His lap. He tells me to move closer and then stops me when I am about 5' in front of Him. He tells me to put my hands behind my head and turn slowly around till facing Him again. With shaky legs I begin to slowly turn, my body catching the dancing glow from the fireplace. When my back is facing Him, the thought of His stroking Himself while watching me, the memory of the quick vision of His eyes as I entered the room. My head jerks to the side quickly then back again as it often does when a sexually exciting thought overtakes me so quickly. Continuing the slow turn, my nipples are erect and tingling, more thoughts flooding, visions of His eyes flashing in my head. My breath increases in it's pace as I am once again facing Him. My eyes remain lowered and He remains quiet for many long seconds. My feelings are a mixture of self consciousness and very much sexual arousal as I wonder what He is thinking; what He will have me do next. He breaks the silence with a question, "Is this the proper way for you present yourself to a Dom?" "no Sir", I reply, hearing the shakiness in my own quiet voice. I spread my legs slowly till I am open to Him and yet still be able to maintain my balance with hands behind my head. His strong hand comes into the view of my lowered eyes as He reaches to inspect that which is being offered to Him. The scent of my sex fills my head and my nipples become harder, throbbing. My head jerks to the side and knees become momentarily weak as His hand engulfs my mound as if it were a chastity belt. His palm now moistened by my arousal and the scent of me. He slides His hand away slowly, fingers trailing wetness. He tells me He wishes to watch me pleasure myself. I begin squeezing my breasts and pinching my aching nipples, nipples that threaten to burst from my chest. Reaching down between my thighs and pulling open the pouty lips of my sex, exposing a very engorged glistening clit. I hear His breathing change and know I am pleasing Him. I slide two fingers in and out of my creaminess and then hold them to my lips, licking and sucking them. I love the way I taste. I hear Him moan slightly; and listening close can hear His hand sliding faster over His cock. Holding one breast to my lips; licking, sucking. My other hand reaching back down, two fingers once again sliding in and out of me; in and out as excitement continues to grow and my knees start to buckle. He tells me to lay on the floor in front of Him and continue with what I'm doing. I lay on my back on the floor, legs bent slightly at the knees, legs spread wider than when I was standing. My hips are thrust forward. Every part of my glistening sex is open to Him. I begin once again to slide two fingers in and out of me. He tells me to use three and I begin to fuck myself faster. A white froth covers my fingers. I hear Him moan and the pace of His stroking quicken. My back arches and I pinch and pull at my nipples with my free hand; heat and wetness overtake me as I begin to perspire from every pore. Writhing on the floor in front of Him, fucking myself. Excited both by the pleasure I am giving myself and the thought of Him being very pleased. He gets off the couch and kneels between my thighs, still stroking Himself feverishly. He starts commenting out loud about how it is making Him feel. He tells me to spread my legs wider and remove my fingers from my sex and use them to hold the lips apart; saying He wishes to watch me cum without my fingers in the way. With no other touching of myself I hold myself open for Him. My clit throbs and grows even larger as it dances under His gaze. I writhe in front of Him, hips bucking up toward Him. I hear His moans, His thoughts, His breath. I hear His hand sliding fast up and down His now slippery shaft. "Please" "oh God please?" I begin to beg as my face contorts with pleasure; my eyes closed tight. "shhhhh p p pleaaase?" Then I hear His voice commanding, "you may cum for me . . . Now!" Loud sounds escape my lips; moans, incoherent words, beginnings of others as my body quakes and my cunt explodes, squirting hot juices; knowing that some must have touched Him where He kneels. Another tremendous orgasm hits me as His hot cream shoots forth landing on my belly, my clit, my puckered and quivering anus. I lay quiet for what seems to be long moments, my heart's pounding coming back toward normal, the pace of my breath decreasing, waiting for His next command. My First Submission He grabbed my jaw in his hand, hard. He turned my face towards him, and forced his lips against mine. His tongue rolled out of his mouth and pressed against my lips. Without entirely realizing it, my mouth opened under his. He kissed me thoroughly, hard and soft and wet, all at the same time. A powerful wave of dizziness went through my body, and I felt my knees buckle under me. He held me up by his hand on my jaw, the other digging bruisingly into my arm. I half collapsed against the wall. He put his hand under my ass and lifted. My legs wrapped automatically around his middle. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through my panties. "Are you mine?" he growled in my ear. "Y – y – yes" I stammered. "Are you my baby?" "Yes" "Are you my princess?" "Yes" "Are you my slut?" "Yes, yes, yes" I answered. He nodded, eyes narrowed. "Good. You're my good girl, aren't you Jenna?" He stroked my hair. "Yes, baby." "I'm going to release you. You'll take off your blouse, your skirt, your panties. Slowly. You're going to do exactly what I say, in exactly the way I say it. And I'm going to give us what we both need." He released me, and my jaw ached. I felt a thrill of fear go through me, but the fear was a pleasure in and of itself. I shuddered. "Strip" he growled. "Yes, baby" I said softly. I unbuttoned my blouse with shaking hands, and let it slide to the floor. Next, I shimmied out of my skirt, slowly letting it drop. "Turn around and do it" he ordered, before I could take my panties off. I turned around slowly, my hands sliding inside my red satin panties. I still had on my black corset bra, but he hadn't said to take that off. He had chosen my clothes, so I knew that he hadn't forgotten it. I didn't dare take it off without his permission. I slid my panties down my long legs, bit by bit, snagging a bit on my heels. My creamy white ass was bared to him, and I heard him breathing harshly behind me. He loved my pale pale skin, was constantly admonishing me to protect it and not get tanned. I knew he had a thing for redheads, and our milk white skin. I think he loved how easily my skin showed his marks, the red handprint of his punishment on my ass displayed so starkly. "Pull your bra below your breasts. I want to see them." Without turning around, I pulled the black corset down until my breasts were bared, following his instructions. I knew.... I knew that if I did what he wanted, just the way he wanted it, there was pleasure beyond reason waiting for me. If I didn't... it would go badly for me. I waited breathlessly for his next words. "Now, arms above your head and turn around" he said. His voice sounded more controlled now. I knew how important that control was to him, and I thrilled to hear it. I crossed my arms over my head, and turned around, my head cocked to one side. I stood there, naked except for the corset bunched around my waist. His dark eyes took me in, every inch of my body. He looked into my eyes, and smiled very slightly. "Good girl, Jenna. My sweet, beautiful, slutty baby." I shivered in gratitude, knowing I'd pleased him. "Come here" he ordered. I came over to him, and stood in front of him, only inches away. I pouted, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. He smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss me again, so gently and softly. His hands reached up and encircled my breasts, not touching my nipples. He squeezed hard and I gasped as sensation went racing through me. The contrast between his soft lips against mine and his hard hands garroting my breasts made me squirm. "Do you want me to fuck you, Jenna?" "Y – yes... Please.... S-Sir" "Down... on your knees... NOW" he growled. I knelt down in front of him. He was clothed, though his shirt was unbuttoned to show the flat muscles of his chest. I love his chest. I love to run my hands over it, run my tongue over it, trace the contours of his muscles under my fingers. I didn't. Tonight was about him. What he told me to do, what he wanted me to do, was more important. His pants were still zipped, and I resisted the immediate urge to reach up and unzip him, pull him out, place kiss after kiss along his cock, suck the precum that I knew would bead on the tip... the image stuck in my head and I closed my eyes briefly. He would not thank me for it if I did what I wanted. I waited, and rolled my eyes up to gaze at him. I knew he could see the pleading in my eyes, though I said nothing. He ran his hand over my red curls, and smiled down at me again. He knew me so well. He knew the fierce control I was displaying, he knew how badly I wanted to taste his cock. To kiss, to rub my face up against it, inhaling his scent... I shivered again and hardened my resolve. He stood there for a full minute. I could smell his cock, see it pressing against his slacks. My mouth watered. Still he made me wait. He reached down and slowly unzipped. A small whimper escaped my lips. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I pressed my lips together. He pushed his pants off, and stepped out of them. He let his shirt fall off his shoulders. He stood there again, gorgeous dark red cock curving upwards proudly. Trimmed black hair surrounded the shaft, and his balls were shaved. I looked at him with a gaze of naked longing on my face, my breath quickening. His eyes caught mine. He commanded "On all fours". I nearly wept, knowing he wasn't going to let me taste his cock for a very long time. Obedient, I dropped the rest of the way to the floor, on my hands and knees. He moved behind me and started rubbing my ass. I wiggled and squirmed, as he played with me. His hands slid over my cheeks, running his nails down hard enough to leave faint red lines. He ran one nail down the crack, and pinched the skin on either side of my asshole gently. I throbbed in anticipation, and I felt my asshole spasm a little. He very softly teased my wet slit. God, he was driving me crazy! And he knew it, damn him. He loved tormenting me this way. All of a sudden, his hands were off of me, and before I could react, his hand came down on my ass so hard I nearly collapsed. I knew I didn't dare, but a squeak broke free from my lips. I felt him slap me again, and again, and again. Finally, he stopped, and knelt down behind me. I was sweating, and breathing hard. My arms shook. "Do you know what that was for, sweetie?" he whispered. I shook my head, knowing I simply had to endure. "Because I wanted it. Because I wanted to see your beautiful ass all red and hot for me" he laughed. "You didn't do anything wrong. You're obeying me perfectly. I just want to watch you squirm". "Tell me you love it. You want it." "Yes, Michael. God, I do love it. I want it. I want whatever brings you pleasure. I want your pleasure more than my own. I need you tell me what to do. I NEED it..." I felt desperate to get this across to him. He had to know, HAD TO, that I meant exactly that. His pleasure fueled my own. It wasn't an either/or. I felt his pleasure reverberate through my body, doubling, tripling the intensity. At that moment, I needed to serve him, more than I needed to breathe. It was like an extreme form of empathy, literally feeling what he felt, at one remove. He nodded. "I know, baby" he said. He did know. He was the first, the only man who understood what I needed. Better than I understood it myself. I never knew. Through other relationships, where the sex started out good but quickly paled, leaving me full of this aching... hunger... so strong, strong enough to drive me insane. Or did I need it because he wanted it? I didn't know. My motives were confused in my mind, all tangled with pain and pleasure and raw need. I just knew I had to have this. I don't know how he saw it in me, much less how he touched it so deeply. I am an educated, accomplished professional woman. I am smart and successful and independent. Full of pride, really. Where did this come from? This terrible craving. I wished I understood. "Down again" he said. I pressed my cheek to the floor, arms stretched out in front of me. My ass was thrust up in the air as high as I could get it. I heard him get up, but couldn't see what he was doing. I heard him snap open a bottle of lube, and felt a warm gel squirted all over my ass. I glanced back at him covertly, and saw him smiling hungrily at my red, slick, shiny ass presented to him so.... openly. Wantonly. He rubbed lube over a smallish dildo, about 5 inches or so. He knelt behind me, and I felt something hard, vibrating, against my asshole. He pushed it in so slowly, and I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to scream. In pain? In pleasure? I didn't know. When my body had accepted it, he started thrusting it in and out, at first very slowly, then increasing in speed until I was moaning and thrusting up for more. "Beg for me" he demanded. Freed to speak, I begged. "Oh, God, baby... please, please, please let me cum, God, I need it, Michael, baby... master... please.... give it to me, PLEASE....." As I begged, his breathing got harsher again, and finally, after several minutes, he relented, and whispered "Cum now, little one". I came. I came hard and long, and screamed my pleasure, unable to control myself. I knew his neighbors might hear me. I didn't care. At that moment, I wanted them to hear me. Wanted the world to hear the ecstasy I was feeling. Michael slowed his thrusting, and then stopped. I lay there, boneless, a quivering lump of flesh. I knew he wasn't nearly done with me. He'd barely started. So much more to come. He gently pulled the dildo out of me, and stroked his hand over my hair. He continued down my back and over my ass. I gasped slightly as he touched my reddened, over sensitized flesh, and he smiled down at me. I gazed into his eyes, and impossibly, felt something stir within me again. He scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bed. So softly, he laid me down on my back. He took one hand and raised it over my head, and strapped it into a cuff. He took the other, and did the same. He stroked his hands over my breasts, squeezing them together for a minute, and I squirmed when his rough thumbs teased my nipples. Sensation curled through my body once again, like a sleeping cat just now roused, but not yet fully wakened. He gave my breasts a final squeeze, and then skimmed his hands down my hips and over my thighs. He slid them between my thighs and pressed them open. I opened to him with a small moan. He spread me wide, so wide, at the very edge between pleasure and pain. He stood up, his body naked and hard, cock jutting out obscenely, and looked at me. He did not smile. His eyes filled with a dark light, something I couldn't name. It reminded me of a line from a book I'd once read, about a fallen angel. An angel didn't stop being an angel simply because he'd sinned. Their wings were not clipped so easily. There was hunger there, and pride. Love and lust and possession. And above all, power. I shivered to see it. I felt vulnerable, and I knew this was what he intended. I was spread open. Helpless. I was trapped, and the only thing I had to truly keep me safe was the knowledge of his love for me, and his control. For some unfathomable reason, I felt powerful. I knew that this magnificent lust we shared was for me. From me. I wanted everything he could give me. I wanted to give him everything I was. He started by running his nails over the soft skin of my inner thighs. Even that small touch evoked a response. He slowly reached upwards, and ran just his middle finger over my wet, throbbing pussy. It was shaved, as he liked it, except for a small thatch of red curls towards the top. He played with my lips, dipping a finger here and running a nail there, but always avoiding my sensitive clit. He knew he was tormenting me. My control broke a bit, and my hips writhed. My back arched and my eyes closed, another moan escaping from my mouth. I would have done anything he wanted at that moment, if I could just feel his mouth sucking my clit. Or his fingers rubbing. Or, God, anything, please.... The wicked smile again, and he brought his finger, wet with my juices, up to my lips. He coated my lips with the wetness from his finger. "Shhhh" he said. "No talking. No noises. Or I'll stop. I'll stop and leave you here unless you control yourself." I closed my eyes briefly, and shuddered. I nodded silently. He would, I knew. Leave me here, for hours, aching and unfulfilled. He leaned over and licked my lips, and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. His tongue thrust into me as his cock would do later, and I welcomed it. He kissed me thoroughly, expertly, until I was panting for breath. He smiled and took a narrow paddle out from beside the bed. My eyes widened, and I felt the first stirrings of fear. "Pretty little slut" he chuckled, "I'll make you scream yet." He ran his hands over its polished wooden surface, and reached over and pinched my nipple, hard. My body stiffened immediately, and I stifled a gasp. Then I felt the first light crack of the paddle against my breasts. The slap echoed loudly in the silent bedroom, and pleasure burst through me from my breasts down. He paddled them again and again, increasing the force. The continuous slapping sound shocked me, aroused me. I writhed, biting my lip to keep from crying out. The tiniest squeal escaped, despite my best intentions. He moved down to my pussy then, and I knew I would be punished for that small sound. He slapped my pussy with that hard, shiny plank, each blow a little stronger than the last. My pleasure soared higher with every slap. My hips started pumping uncontrollably, as much as they could while spread so, thrusting upwards to meet the paddle. I soared closer and closer to ecstasy. So close. So.... fucking.... close.... He stopped. He stopped one blow short of my orgasm. He looked at me again, and my eyes begged him, pleaded with him, to grant me release. It took everything I had not to cry, not to scream and beg and promise him anything.... anything.... if he would just finish it. He laughed at me. Dark, wicked laughter, playing with my pain, drinking it in. He stood there for several minutes as my throbbing body slowly calmed. I glared at him defiantly, and he laughed again. I felt .... desperate, but resolved, resolved to resist begging, resist pleading with him for just one more blow. It had taken him months to get me to this point, months of time and care, and he was enjoying his achievement. His pride in me shown in his eyes, and it touched me somewhere deep within. He straddled my ribs, and poured lube on my breasts. He spread it with his hands, carefully avoiding my nipples. I think he knew if he gave just one of them the smallest pinch, I'd spill over the edge. And he wasn't done with me yet. He pressed my breasts together, still avoiding my hard puckered nipples, and he tittie-fucked me. I watched him, as his cock slid between my compressed tits, wet tip coming so tantalizingly close to my lips. What I wouldn't give for just a taste... I saw his pleasure building, and I writhed. As his hips pumped, I felt it. I felt his body, readying itself. Fast and faster he moved, his hot, hard cock encircled by my soft flesh pressed between his hands. I panted as it came, the indescribable sensation that ripped through his body. He came, and it shot through both of us like a scalding wash of pleasure, lighting up parts of us that had always remained in the dark. I felt his cum shoot onto my neck and the lower part of my face, and I wanted it. I opened my mouth and tasted, my tongue greedily seeking more. Finally, his pumping slowed, and I watched a bead of sweat run down his chest. I shuddered and looked up at him, hope warring with despair. Please, please don't be done I thought in my head. Not a word left my lips. But, I was terrified. He slid his body off of me, and stretched out on his side, and smiled down at me. He knew what I wanted. I lay there, covered in sweat and cum and tears, my skin pink in patches from the exertion, where it wasn't red from his discipline. He just looked at me. His hand reached over and a finger dipped in the cum pooled in the hollow of my throat. He spread it on my lips, as my tongue eagerly licked it off. He did it again, and finally I got a proper taste. It was better than candy, than chocolate, than cheesecake, better than anything I'd ever tasted. Patiently, he fed me his load, one finger full at a time, and my eyes closed as I sucked. So.... delicious. So... incredibly .... fucking.... good. When he was done, I looked up at him in expectation. I felt... open... open to him in a way I'd never been open to anyone. All my walls, all my defenses, were down. "I'm so proud of you, my Jenna" he whispered. My heart filled with love for him. He'd been so good to me. I loved his complexity, his sex, his intelligence, his willingness to teach me. I loved the fact that he treasured me so. He'd told me I made him feel like a man. All man. He made me feel all woman, and more, that that was a wonderful, incredible thing to be. What a gift he was. His smile turned wicked, and he tweaked my nipple. My body jumped involuntarily, and he raised an eyebrow and chuckled. I tried to glare at him, but my heart wasn't in it. I lay naked, bound to the bed, exposed, and all I could do was shake my head and laugh. "Hmmm... are you still horny, little one?" he teased. I nodded my head, the remnants of my smile still pulling at my lips. "You may speak" he added, as an afterthought. His leash taken off of my tongue, I whimpered, "Yes, baby, God, yes, please, please, please... I need it. Please let me cum baby. I'll be good, I promise. I'll do what you say, but please, please let me cum." "Such a slutty little girl" he said, and shook his head in mock disapproval. Then he relented, "You've really been very very good, baby. So, I think I'll give you a little reward. But, remember, we're not done. Not even close" he said, echoing my thoughts of earlier. He got out a dildo. It was 9" or so, deep pink, and already lubed. Not that I needed it. My pussy was so wet there was a pool of my juices on the sheet beneath me. He turned the vibration on, and smiled again as the sound caused my body to tighten involuntarily. He ran it up the inside of my thigh, and I shivered. He ran it over my pussy, avoiding my clit, and I gushed, my lips aching and my hole spasming. He moved it against me, coming closer and closer to my clit. I was moaning rhythmically. The only thing I had in my head at that moment was "closer, closer, God, closer, yes, there... please..." Finally, he relented, and pressed the vibrating cock against my clit. I jumped and squealed. It took a moment for my body to adjust to the direct stimulation, so achingly denied until now. I felt the pleasure whip through me, like another crack of his paddle. No gentle building of joy, but a sharp, concentrated bolt of sensation through me. God, it was so intense. So unbelievably intense. He held the dildo against my clit as I came, and as I spilled over the edge, he pressed harder. As my pussy spasmed and my body shook, he thrust his middle finger into me, so slick and hot and tight. God, so tight. Then another. And finally three. It sent me even higher, and he whispered "Cum for me, lover, cum hard". I came again and again. I came screaming, begging, crying... spiraling into oblivion as pleasure more intense than any I'd felt wracked my body... I woke up to his face smiling above me. I smiled back sleepily, as his hand ran over my hair softly. I don't know how long I'd been out. He'd undone the cuffs, and his body was curled around mine. He kissed my face so softly, over and over, and I felt his cock harden against me. Unbelievably, pleasure snaked its way through me again. I snuggled into him and looked up into his eyes, marveling at my incredible good fortune at finding him. I knew there was even more waiting for us, in our next hours or days together. We laughed together in unrelieved joy that this time... however much or little was left... was ours. Much more to come. I was so in love with him.... My First Submission Constructive criticism and comments are much appreciated. Enjoy!! * I love cuddling with you. Your warm, strong arms wrapped around me always make me feel safe and secure, and today is no different. And even though you're not that affectionate in public, you surprise me every time with your tenderness in bed. I get chills when you slowly stroke my arm, or gently run your fingers along the base of my spine. That's my favorite move: you glide your fingers along my back, gradually pushing my shirt higher and higher. You don't rush. We've got plenty of time. You know that going agonizingly slowly only builds my anticipation, and by the time you trail your fingers down my stomach to my pussy, I'm soaking wet. You rub slowly over my clit, spreading my inner lips to dip your fingers into my wetness, then focus your attention back on my clit. I start to moan and writhe against you but you immediately withdraw contact. I bring my hand to your face and try to kiss you, but you suddenly grab my hand. "Tsk, tsk," you say. "What do you think you're doing?" "Please, honey," I say. "Please don't stop. That feels so good." A devilish grin comes over your face. "You think you're calling the shots here? You don't get to choose what I do or don't do." You take control then. You suddenly flip me over onto my stomach and slap my ass, hard. You chuckle when I gasp and continue spanking me, alternating between each cheek. Soon you've got me breathless. You then position yourself on top of me, wrapping your hands around my throat and bringing your mouth close to my ear. "I own you. Do you understand me? You're mine. You do what I want. You cum when I say. And only then. I'm going to take you higher than you've ever been, but you have to do what I say, when I say it. Can you do that?" "Yes, sir," I moan. I can't believe it's finally happening. We've planned this moment extensively, and we agreed that you would surprise me whenever you felt ready to dominate me. We're both pushing our boundaries here, and in a lot of ways, your job is so much harder. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. "Good," you say. "I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, that big beautiful brain of yours is literally gonna turn to jelly." You tighten your grip on my throat a little and bring your mouth to my ear. I let out a loud moan when you bite it, nibbling down the lobe and sucking on it. I let my head fall back in ecstasy-- that's my favorite move, and you know it. "Enjoying this, my little slut?" you ask. I'm unable to answer, but then, I don't think I need to. Your hand snakes its way back down to my pussy, and you ram a finger in me hard. I let out a shriek of pleasure, and you increase your pace. Soon, two, then three fingers are in my tight, wet pussy, pounding away. It's not long before I'm close to the edge but you're just getting started. You sit up and pull away, and I can feel you stroking yourself. "Roll over. Now. Suck my cock." I eagerly oblige. I turn around and bring my mouth to your huge, rock-hard cock. I start to lick your cock to cover it with saliva, but you have another plan in mind. "No, no, no. You know better. That's not good enough." With that you grab my hair and push my mouth down onto your cock, until I can feel the tip sliding along the back of my throat. I gag, hard, and you pull my head off your cock. Saliva streams out of my mouth. You let me catch a gasp of air, the push me down again, enjoying the feeling of me gagging on you. You let me catch my breath again, then push me down again but more gently this time. "That's wet enough now, don't you think?" I'll say it is. There's saliva dripping down your shaft, ending in a drop suspended off of one of your balls. I take over the pace, alternating between short, fast strokes and long, slow strokes. Every 10 strokes or so, I pull my lips up very, very slowly, sucking so that when your cock finally springs free of my mouth, it does so with a large pop. Every time I do this, your eyes roll back in your head, and you groan. It is incredibly pleasing to me to know how good I'm making you feel. When you start to grunt and your breath gets hard and fast, you grab my hair and pull me off you. "I'm not done with you yet, my whore. Get on your hands and knees." I do as you say, and you spank my now-exposed ass repeatedly. "You've done a good job. Relax," you say. "You've earned a reward." You bring your hands to my hips, then slide them down to cup my ass. I moan happily. If you're about to do what I think you are, I really am in for a reward. You bury your face in my ass, licking circles around my tight little asshole. You slide the tip of your tongue in, and I groan your name. "Oh god, sir, that feels amazing!" You roughly push two fingers into my now-dripping pussy, fucking me hard while your tongue continues to lick my asshole. I can't take it for long and I soon moan, "Please sir, can I please cum?" "Cum for me now, you dirty whore!" My pussy spasms as wave upon wave of pleasure takes over my body, and I slump onto the bed. You've just made me cum harder than I ever have before, and for a few moments, I'm unsure of where I am or even who I am. All I know is that I'm with you, and I feel like my head's just exploded with pleasure. You wait until my pussy stops clutching at your fingers, then tell me, "I want you to please me now. Go get your strap-on." This is one of my favorite things to do. I love fucking you in the ass with my strap-on. I see it as one of the most submissive acts I can perform on you: it pleases me to please you, but there's no real physical sensation for me. I simply get to give you incredible orgasms while you can relax and enjoy the ride. You lie back on the bed while I pull on my harness and adjust the dildo, making sure it's properly placed. This one is your favorite. About six inches long and black, its curved shape perfectly hits all the right spots. I grab some lube and make sure the dildo is well-covered. I also lube up one of my fingers and carefully slide it into your ass, ensuring that there will be only pleasure for you. I position myself on top of you and guide the tip of my dildo to your asshole. I push my hips forward and you groan loudly as it slides in with minimal effort. "Oh god, that feels so good. Fuck me now! Show me what a good little girl you are." I start slow, but quickly build up speed and start fucking you hard. Your eyes roll back in your head as I pump in and out of your tight ass. "Oh shit, I'm going to cum soon. Don't stop!" you moan. Soon my efforts are rewarded, and you cum, squirting all over your stomach. You don't have to say a word before I'm licking your delicious cum off your stomach. I want to drink up every last drop. After I've cleaned you off, you grab my hair and pull me up for a deep kiss, showing me I just did an excellent job. Exhausted, we crawl under the covers together. You hold me in the same position we started in and I snuggle into your strong chest. Before we both drift off to sleep, you tell me how wonderful I am, that you couldn't ask for a better partner, and that I did an incredible job pleasuring you. I don't agree; all I can think about is how lucky I am to have a master like you. My First Submission Ch. 01 You post my rules on the wall and call it the laws of the house. I obey like a submissive should. It's the first week of the submissive life and the rules take some getting used to. You make me sleep on the ground next to your bed. It's 5:55 A.M. This means I must engage in my first duty of the day. "Wake Master up with Oral" is rule #7 on the wall. I crawl onto the bed and delicately remove your boxers from your body. You've taught me so far, how to give the best oral. I grasp the large cock and lick your shaft. The hard morning wood begins to get me wet and I yearn for this fine piece of cock inside of me. I insert it in my mouth and thrust up and down with my mouth. I lick and suck the head of your penis and swallow a little bit of pre-cum. Lightly I grasp your balls and go downward. This is the moment I shall lightly suck on your balls. Each one for a moment each. You begin to wake up and start moaning slightly. I thrust my mouth all over your cock and suck hard. You look down at me and start pushing my head deeper into your cock, until I am deep throating. "Good slut, good slut," you encourage me. I begin to gag, but you keep pushing my head deeper into your cock. In this moment, I am in complete bliss. For when I am serving you, I am happy because you are happy. You cum into my mouth and as rule #8 states, "You must always swallow, for my cum is gold to you." I swallow the cum and you quickly get out of bed and use the bathroom. I crawl onto the ground and sit by the bed like a good submissive. The next part I was looking forward to. It would be the first morning I would get my round of floggings. You walk in with your tall stature and body and grab the wooden paddle by the doorway. You start smacking it up and down on your hand and speak with a loud voice. "Slut, get on all fours in the center of the bed," he demands loudly. I quickly get on the bed without making a noise and get on all fours, with my butt sticking out towards you. You slightly rub my butt with the wooden paddle. "Slut, each spanking is to glorify your servitude. It represents our bond," you said. You start off softly with the spankings and I can feel the burning begin. Then, with an aggressive thrust, you smack my butt with all of your energy. My body jolts forward absorbing each spanking. In between spankings, I yell out, "Thank you, Master." Over and over again, you spank me and I say thank you. After thirty minutes of spankings, my ass is completely purple in pain. However, I get on my knees in front of you and put your cock in my mouth. You push my head into your cock and make me gag. Back and forward your cock is in my mouth and deeper into my throat, I gag again. You grab me by the hair and push me off of your cock. "Don't you dare gag!" You yell loudly. "I'm sorry master," I respond with full apology. "You know the laws in this house," you respond. You grab me by the hair and drag me into the next room. There are chains hanging from the ceiling and chains bolted into the floor. You chain my arms to the top chains and my legs to the chains on the floor. "All day, you shall think of your mistake and stay chained in this position," you speak as you spread my legs far a part. You walk over to the table in the room and grab a gag. You put the ball in my mouth and clasp it in the back. You grab my breasts with your hands and squeeze them tightly. You go to the table and get duct tape. "Your boobs are nice and swollen. However, I'm going to tie them down with some duct tape as a punishment," you say slowly and start to wrap my breasts with duct tape. You wrap my breasts so tight and leave the nipples exposed. "See these nipples, they are sticking out for a reason," you speak with a sly voice. You go over to your table of toys and grab some clothes pins. You lick my nipple for a second and get them nice and hard. Then, you forcefully put the clips on my nipples. "You must have these clips on your nipples all day or you will be punished." "Yes, Master." You leave the room and lock the door. I am chained from head to toe. I stay in the chains for 3 hours and all of a sudden one of the clips falls off my nipple. An instant fear encompasses my entire body. "Master will whip me when he gets back," I think to myself. And my pussy begins to get wet because I am turned on by your forceful punishments and pain. My First Submission Ch. 02 It has been a long month of training. Master has taught me the ropes of our D/S relationship. Since this is my first submissive relationship, it has taken some getting used to. There is something so natural that occurs, when I allow for Master to control every aspect of my life. He has taught me the balance between Master and submissive. My days are perfectly scheduled according to pleasing Master. I have found complete peace from allowing him to dominate me. And when I am disciplined, I know it is because Master cares and wants to better me. Today is Wednesday and my scheduled day is starting to become a habit. Master has already done his morning ritual and comes into the room where I am chained. His large hands unlock the chains and free my wrists and legs. "It will be a lot easier to chain you, little, once you earn your collar," Master said and leads me towards the bathroom. "Yes, Master," I respond. "How are you going to earn your collar?" "By pleasing you and only you, sir," I respond and am on my knees. I kiss each one of his feet. Master walks me towards the bathroom as I follow on my hands and knees. "It's time for your bath, my beauty," Master said. Master takes off my see-through lace shirt and tugs on the nipple clamps. My nipples are hard and he tugs a bit harder. There is pain from him tugging, but I endure it. Before my bath, there were a couple of steps. I needed to get my spankings before I deserved my bath. Master turns on the bath water and plugs the bath up. As we wait for the bath to fill up, he sits on the chair next to the bath. He grabs me by the chest and clit and brings me facedown onto his lap. "Spankings," Master speaks loudly. He starts off slowly and then begins to go a little harder. There is a numbing pain that exists as he slaps my bottom. The pain turns me on and I begin to get more wet. He lifts up my ass. Now he has a full view of my exposed self, he slaps my pussy a couple of times. "Good, sub, you're such a good sub," said Master as he slaps my pussy with his hand. "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master," I say over and over again. Master stops spanking me, when my entire ass is bright red. He carries me into the cold bath water. I let out a squeal of shock due to the cold water. "I know, it's freezing water, my sub. You have not earned warm baths yet," said Master. Goose-bumps appear all over my body and the cold water hardens my nipples. He grabs a bar of soap and gently starts to lather up my entire chest and body. He ties my hair on top of my head and cleans the back of my neck. "Good pretty, you're a good sub aren't you?" He speaks to me. "Thank you, Master." "Alright, my pretty, you are going to shave yourself now," he speaks. He hands me a brand new disposable razor. "I do not want any hair," he said. "Yes, Master." "I will get ready for work, you will shave yourself. If it is not good enough, there will be a punishment," said Master. Master walks out of the bathroom and leaves the door open. I begin to prep myself to be perfectly ready for Master. I take my time and finish up in the restroom. I dry myself off with the towel and repeat the daily routines for Wednesday. Master appreciates anal on Wednesday. That means I must wear my butt plug all day long to prepare myself for Master's great treat. I open the drawer in the bathroom and grab it. I use a lubrication and insert it. My body at first rejects it, but then I relax my muscles allowing for it to smoothly enter. The butt plug feels delightful because it reminds me I am preparing for Master's greatness. It is a full feeling inside me. After inserting it, I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to Master. "Are you ready for your daily inspection?" Master asks. "Yes, sir," I said. I stick my ass higher in the air and put my face towards the ground. Master walks around my body and goes towards my ass. He spreads my two cheeks apart and inspects the butt plug. "Very good, my pretty," Master said. He comes up from behind and grabs my breast, while slightly twisting my nipples. Master grabs my breasts hard and squeezes them. "You've been such a good sub today," Master said and lightly spanks my pussy. "Thank you, sir." "I think you deserve a treat," Master said. He throws my body on the back of the couch exposing myself in the air. He comes up from behind me and inserts himself into me. He enters very slowly and I embrace him. "Do you deserve me?" Master said. "Yes, please sir," I said. He puts himself inside of me. He starts thrusting deep into me. And my entire body feels bliss. He thrusts in and out, while I tell him how grateful I am. It is not everyday, I deserve a morning fuck. He goes in and out, while my body begins to reach a climax. He continues to pound me hard from behind, while spanking my ass. "Master, may I cum?" "No, hold it," he said. "Please Master?" "No," he said. Master continues to pound me from behind, while I try to hold back an orgasm. Master reaches his climax and grabs my hair and turns me over. Master pulls himself out and places it into my mouth. "Swallow, sub, swallow," he demands. It squirts into the back of my mouth and I gladly swallow every ounce of it. Master softens and takes it out of my mouth. He takes his dick and hits each side of my cheek with it. "Kiss it. You better kiss it," said Master. I kiss his cock a couple of times and Master slaps himself on my face some more. He pets the top of my head lightly and encourages me. "Good sub, good sub," he says as he strokes my hair and back. "Thank you, Master." Master brings me to the ground and demands I get on my hands and knees. "Stay here, my sub." Master goes and gets dressed. He walks out into the living room with rope. Master ties my legs together and my hands behind my back. He then uses chains to lock me in place on the ground in the living room. "You're a good sub," Master pleasingly smiles at me. He walks out of the living room and into hallway. He turns around. "I have a good surprise for you tonight. I hope you will be ready," he said and closes the door behind him. The day drags on and I yearn for Master's powerful presence. I am roped on my hands and knees to the floor. I am soaking wet as I imagine Master emerging into me. All day, I think of how I shall please him the best I can. I yearn to do everything that makes him happy. When Master gets home, I am instantly dripping with anticipation. Master quickly takes off all of his clothes and emerses himself into my mouth. "Suck me off," he demands and shoves himself down my throat. He grabs my hair and pushes my head back and forth. He moans a little bit. "Suck harder, go deeper," he said and shoves my face into him. I suck as hard as I can and lightly place my tongue all over his shaft. Master takes his cock out of my mouth and goes towards my behind. I am still chained on my hands and knees to the ground. Master spreads my ass cheeks a part and starts twisting my butt plug. He grabs some lube and puts it on his dick. Master takes out the butt plug from me, leaving a perfectly open hole for him to enter. Master slowly enters into me and I let out a sigh. He does not like that I make a noise and grabs my head by my hair and brings my face towards him. "Take the pain my sub, or you shall wear ball gag over your mouth," Master warns me. "Yes, Master." He thrusts his entire cock inside of me. My body engulfs him and I feel a pleasure reaching my entire body. I am in complete bliss as Master pounds me. He continues to moan in enjoyment. "Oh, my beloved, oh," he moans. He grabs my breasts from behind and starts pinching them hard. He continues to pleasure me. I am on the cuff of bliss and pain. Yet, the pain is only making me more aroused. Master brings his mouth to my shoulder and softly kisses it. Then, he gives me a powerful bite. "Thank you, Master." "You want more?" He responds. "Please, Master. Please." Master reaches towards my clit and vibrates his fingers on my clit. I shake in enjoyment as he continues to reach deep into my anus, with his cock. I can feel Master's cock throbbing inside me and feel his climax is about to occur. Master lets out a groan and lets his cum seep into my anus. He brings out his cock and lets the cum drip slowly out of my crack. He gives me a quick smack on my ass. And comes over towards my face. He grabs my cheek and pinches it. "You're such a good slut, but tonight we will see how committed to me you really are," said Master. "Yes, sir," I said. Master unties my rope and pushes me into a standing position. My naked body exposed to his masculine presence. "Tonight, you shall prepare a dinner for me and my friend," said Master. "Yes, sir," I said. "You know, rule #12?" said Master. "Yes, sir," I respond and try to remember what rule this was. "What does rule #12 state?" Master asks and pinches both of my nipples. I pause for a second and think of all the rules. I do not think we have done this rule before. I think quickly, rule #11 is branding, rule #12 is, I can't remember. Then, with a quick lightning strike, I remember. "What is it?" Master starts to get impatient. "Master, rule #12 states: Submissive must please Master and whomever Master wishes for the Submissive to please. Master shall share submissive with his friends," I respond with a shaky voice. "Good, bitch, good," Master pets my face. Master walks over to the hallway closet and opens it. He brings out a tiny lace apron and ties it around my body. My breasts and ass are completely exposed. He leads me into the kitchen. "It's time you make dinner for Master and his guest," he speaks to me. "Yes, sir," I respond. "Tonight is the ultimate test. If you are truly committed to your Master, then you shall succeed," he said and leaves the kitchen. I begin to make dinner, cooking the steaks, baking the potatoes and cutting the lettuce for salad. Then, I hear a knock on the door. Master yells from his bedroom to open the front door. I am hesitant, for my breasts are bare and so is my ass. But, I trust Master's decision and open the door. A tall man, with large muscles is in front of me. He looks me up and down and licks his lips. "So, you're the pretty sub, yum," he states. "Please come in," I respond. "You can call me sir," he demands. I bow to him and let him come into the house. Master then walks into the hallway and smiles big. He shakes hands with the man and has him sit at the dinner table. They both sit across from each other at the dinner table. "Serve us our meal, slut," Master demands. "Yes, sir," I said. I bring out their food and let them have their time together. Master looks over at me and gets up. He opens the fridge and puts spaghetti into my bowl. He snaps at me, telling me to get on my hands and knees. He gets my bowl and puts it on the ground. Until I can prove myself, I must eat in my bowl on the ground without silver ware. I inhale the food at a rapid rate and lick it up. Master's friend looks me up and down and stares at Master. "You've got a good looking woman," he tells Master. "She's gone through her training pretty well, only minimal problems," said Master. "That's great," said his friend, "her tits are so big, too." "Yes, her body is quite the delight, and she's ready to fulfill our fantasies," said Master as he takes a gulp of beer. "It's going to be a great night," said the muscular friend. I eat on the ground and listen to their conversation. I feel so special to have pleased Master, thus far. I just hoped I'd be willing to do the next task in order to earn his full respect. I finish up my food, while Master and his friend eat. "Sub, crawl to the table please and serve my friend," he says. "How shall he be served?" I ask. "Sir Walter would enjoy a nice warm mouth around him. Wouldn't you my friend?" He charmingly asks Walter. "That would be a delightful way to finish my steak," Walter smiles with delight. I crawl over to underneath the table and unbutton Walter's pants. I slide them to his ankles and his boxers too. His cock is soft and I place it in my mouth. I begin to lightly suck at it and bring my mouth deep into him. Master and Walter casually continue to eat and talk to each other. Master speaks to Walter, "is she doing good enough?" "Mmmm, it is delightful, Jackson," he responds. "Very good, remember if she misbehaves, we shall punish her. Huh my sub?" Master looks under the table and spanks me as I engulf Walter. "Mmmm, it is good, very good," Walter admits. "Yes, I'm really hoping after the training, we can get our lovely subs together," Master speaks to Walter. "Absolutely, after she completes training though," Walter said. "How many subs do you have again?" Master asks with a sense of curiosity. "I have three great subs, they are all pampered very well, truly dedicated to their Master," Walter sort of brags. "Well, you know my last sub and I ended our relationship because it wasn't working," Master speaks to Walter. "Oh, I know, sometimes they aren't the best fit, but when they are..." Walter trails on and let's out a great moan from my blow job. "You about ready, to give this sub a good banging," Master speaks to Walter. Walter quickly pushes my head off his hard on. And I crawl over to the chains in the middle of the living room. Master chains my feet and hands to the ground, I am on my hand and knees. Walter grabs a whip from the hallway closet. Master grabs one too. "Alright, our slut," Master says. Walter walks all around me and poking my body with his whip. He inspects my entire body and begins to whip my ass. The leather whippings hit my ass and I embrace the pain. "Thank you, Sir Walter," I said. Master takes off his clothes and thrusts himself into my mouth. "Walter go on, you get her pussy," Master encourages. Walter puts himself inside me and lets out a moan. I am pulsating with complete pleasure. My First Submission to Sex I was visiting my uncle and his new wife for the week and her family made a surprise visit. The relatives decided to go out for the evening for drinks and partying. I thought to myself "one more year and I'll be able to go clubbing right along with them." Being left out by this unfortunate circumstance, I sat in the recliner reading a novel and listening to the hum of a late night infomercial on the television. However, I wasn't alone. Aunt Catherine's nephew, although old enough to party, decided to stay at the house and catch up on some college work. He was all star of the wrestling team. I'd heard many stories about the fights he had gotten into outside of the ring. He broke some arms and ribs on many occasions throughout high school. He turned his life around and got a scholarship and was apparently doing well in college. About half an hour after the family left, Curt stalked into the living room. I looked up from the novel to see him standing in the doorway with a sly look on his face. "Done with that homework already? I haven't even gotten through a chapter yet." "Oh, you won't be finishing that any time soon." He replied. He stalked over to me in one swift movement and slid the book out of my hand. My heart began to thud and I became aware of his sick intentions. My eyes widened as he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. My only reaction was to kick, and I did, aiming for his crotch. He was quick to grab my leg though, and he twisted it to the side. I gasped a breath and cringed a little, reaching and scratching at his tight grip around my ankle. With the other hand he grasped my throat and pulled me to the floor. "Let me go damnit!" I screamed at him as I struggled some more. With one quick blow he slapped my left cheek and spikes of pain flew through my face. I let out a short scream but he returned his grasp to my neck choking the scream off. I clutched at his wrist but he only squeezed tighter. "Listen girl, you know I am stronger than you. Quit fighting me or I will hurt you. It is in your best interest to succumb. In the end, you'll be begging...no...pleading for more." His words weighed on me. He was stronger, and judging from the pain still in my ankle, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt me. I couldn't let him touch me. No, I would not let him inside. I would not beg for it either. My thoughts continued to race as he moved his fingers from my throat and up to my lips, caressing my cheek bone, and finally running through my hair. I lay there on the floor motionless, debating my next move. I caught him by surprise and pushed him away, struggling for the doorway...for an escape...on my knees. He swiftly got up and rushed for me. He grabbed me by my long, golden hair and pulled me backwards onto the carpet, slamming my back on the floor with such force as to shake the room. The breath was knocked out of my lungs and I gasped for air. He pulled me across the carpet and back to the center of the room. Luckily, my shirt prevented carpet burn. He forced a quick jab punch into my stomach and I let out a wail. I turned to my side, clutching the spot where he hit and felt tears coming to my eyes. He chuckled, standing tall above me. "Are you going to keep fighting? That hurt didn't it? If it's that type of pain you want, I'll be sure to give you more. Or, you could relax, quit fighting back, and let me have my way with you in a much more pleasing fashion." "Bastard!" I retorted. "You know, for someone who is quiet all the time, you are very wordy tonight. I really don't like that." Curt grabbed a hand towel from a pile of clean clothes and twisted it up. Before I could even register this action, he shoved it into my mouth and tied it around my head. I reached to pull my gag off but he pinned my arms to the floor above my head, using only one hand. His grip was tight and I felt a loss of circulation to my fingertips. The only noise I could make were whimpers and muffled squeals. In another quick flash, he had a towel wrapped around my wrists and I was bound. He stood up and looked at my susceptible body on the floor with a menacing look. He chuckled once more. "There, all tied up. You're going nowhere. It is a shame though, I'd like for you to be more willing. I don't have to worry because as I said before, you'll be pleading for it." He lay by my side and I stared at the ceiling. My breathing increased when I felt his fingers lift my shirt slowly and up over my breasts. I turned my head away as tears once again formed. Curt turned my face back towards him. He ran his fingers through my hair as he whispered in my ear. "Don't cry. I know this is your first time and I am sorry that I hit you but that is your fault. You might not want it now but I promise you, once you get it, you'll never stop wanting more. I'll give you what you want. I'm not that sadistic. Don't fight me, my pet, and I'll rock your world. Welcome to adulthood sweetie." He returned his hand to my bra and unsnapped it with the front clasp. My breasts were open and exposed to him fully and he straddled me placing a hand on each one. My body arched upwards and I whimpered through the gag. He began to squeeze and press in a rhythmic motion. I wanted so bad to buck him off and run but I knew he would catch me. Where would I run to anyways? I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. He was getting total satisfaction from doing this to me. Before I could think anything else he pinched my nipples and twisted them hard. I arched again, this time, feeling a burn on my back, carpet burn. He forced me back to the floor and held my arms down behind my head as well. Then he leaned down and lapped at my nipples with his tongue. My body began to convulse and shudder, I was beginning to feel pleasure from his touch. I fought the new sensation as he then proceeded to bite down, twisting my nipple between his teeth. My body reeled again but I did not make a sound because I knew that pleased him. I could feel sweat building between my thighs, but realized that my body had betrayed me. I was wet. I was wet just from having my nipples fondled. No, I would not like this, I would not let him win, I would not succumb. He seemed to realize what I realized at the same time. He stood up and pulled my shorts off in one motion, without unbuttoning them. He fell to his knees on top of me again and ripped off the gag. "I want to hear you plead for it. I want to hear your cries girl." "I will not plead or scream, you are not worth it!" He slapped me again across the cheek and I yelped a little. He got up and kicked me in my side and I let out a bigger wail. He was furious. He stomped on my stomach and curled up into a ball, moaning and whimpering. He pulled me apart and forced me back on my back. Curt started to hump me through his shorts and my underwear. I cringed at the thought of his penis entering me. He stopped and pulled off my panties. I was totally exposed to him, nothing was left of me now. I was terrified. He reached for my pussy and stroked the lips and pulled at them. Then he twisted his finger around my clit. "You're so wet. There is no denying that you want this. You put up a front and try to be tough but you want it don't you? Tell me that you want it and I'll give it to you." He was right, my body was convulsing rapidly and I had not even noticed. His touch felt so good and I wanted it. I wanted it so bad that I would have given him anything. His fingertip entered inside me slowly and I thrust up to get him inside. "So you do want it then?" I broke down. All my walls fell and I let him win. "Yes! Lord yes! Please! Please touch me, anything! Please! I won't fight it, I promise. Just, please!" He chuckled. "I told you that I'd win. Give me a good reason why I should give it to you now?" My heart stopped. My insides churned at the possibility of not getting it now. "Please Curt! I am the worthless one. Please! You have to! Don't leave me. I'm begging you! Plee-eee-eeaaa-ssseee!" I started to cry. He forced his finger inside me and then entered another one. I gasped as the rush soared throughout my body. There was no denying it, I couldn't win. He had won and I liked it. He ripped off his shorts and I saw his cock. I gasped and then realized the potential for pregnancy. He saw the terror come into my eyes and realized what I was thinking. "Don't worry, you will not get pregnant. I have the pill and you will take it when I am finished. I am not stupid." He forced himself inside and it hurt like hell. I screamed the loudest so far and he delighted at my pain. He was also delighted about the fit inside me. This gave him extra pleasure. For the first minute or two, I thought that I would die from the pain. Tears were pouring out and he kept thrusting harder and harder. The pain however, subsided and I could feel every pleasurable ridge gliding inside of me. I moved with him and longed to grasp him and pull him closer. He grunted and I moaned from the shared pleasure. I pleaded more. "Don't stop! Ohh! Please! Please don't stop! Give it to me! More! I am all yours!" He continued to plow me across the carpet. The rug burn was terrible but I barely noticed it until he finished. He came and I shuddered remembering again the thought of a baby. He realized that I was bleeding and wiped me with the towel before it could get on the floor. I sat up and backed across the floor to the recliner, horrified by what had just happened. My senses came rushing back and I instantly felt like a piece of garbage. He put his clothes back on and forced mine back on, but I was thankful for that part. He sat in the chair and pulled me up into his lap like a child and with ease. I sat there shuddering and feeling like shit, thinking about the pleasure that disgusted me. He pulled a pill from his pocket. "Take this, neither of us wants you pregnant. And one other thing, you'll not tell a soul about this okay? Do you understand me? Of course, why would you tell? You liked it. You'll want more. You wouldn't risk losing me. No one would believe you anyways." He said kissing my forehead. I took the pill quickly. "I...I won't tell...I prom...promise." "Good girl" he said and handed her the novel back. He placed her back in the chair and left the room. She sat there staring at the book and began to cry once more, listening to the same infomercial that was on the television before.