0 comments/ 9662 views/ 0 favorites Submission 101 By: boundtoHimalways Sweat glistened, beading off her body under the shimmering luminosity of what seemed like a thousand tiny fireflies high above her head. Observing her from his position, he soaked in the surroundings; the secluded log cabin was ideal for his devious mind. A subtle A-frame located far back from the dirt road it called its address. Two storeys with an open concept great room that housed the kitchen, living, and dining areas, all circling around the massive hearth built in the middle. A loft upstairs was home to the king-size four-poster bed, his chest of toys, and the only great indulgence he allowed, a luxurious master bath, complete with Jacuzzi claw-foot tub and huge walk-in shower. The stars, visible from the abundant skylights gracing the roof, allowed the night to penetrate into the cabin, casting long satin shadows against the draped walls, creeping along the floor to reach across her delightfully curved body that lay stretched taught on the bed, each of her limbs secured to each corresponding post. He watched her struggle and squirm as much as the tight bindings would permit. He would break her this time; he could glimpse the cracks in her resistance, slowly loosing the fight against her natural submission. Her voice of reasoning was finally letting go of society's opinions and predilections about what the world around her perceived as normal. She was a true submissive at heart, he knew it. All he needed to do was show her what he saw in her. She was his, and only his. Lost in his thoughts and plans for her, he snapped back to the scene before him, a small whimper from her swollen lips breaking the silence. Taking a small break in her lessons, he gave her time to let her arousal subside enough to leave her still wanting, craving his touch, yearning for his pain. He held her on the brink of orgasm only to deny her, making her beg for her release. To say the words he needed to hear from her mouth. Those base, primal, dirty, words. The words she would never say. She would say them tonight, for him, she would surrender her pent-up control, and he would accept nothing less. He rose from his relaxed perch across the room and collected the suede flogger earlier discarded at the end of the bed. Her fear-filled eyes darted around the room, following his every move, and with every ragged breath she managed; she shivered with uncertainty and anticipation of what was to come next. He walked around the bed, once, then again, slowly dragging the flogger across her already soaked skin. She flinched with the sudden contact and a cat-like moan of pleasure escaped her lips and tried in vain to close her thighs, trying to rub herself, needing release. The flogger collected some of the moisture from her skin, and he knew it would add more sting the next time he kissed her body with it. Coming to a halt at the side of the bed, he gazed into her half-opened chocolate eyes, told her he loved her, and began again in earnest to heat her exquisite frame with the torturous device she craved so much. Her rose-colored nipples were achingly hard and perched atop beautiful, full breasts, breasts that could take the kiss of the flogger so well, sending electric shocks straight to her wanting pussy, nestled behind those soft brown curls that he loved so. He concentrated on her thighs first, pinking up the tender skin inside just below where her swollen, pulsing pussy met with her leg. The smooth skin colored in no time, a beautiful hue of rose that emanated heat through her entire core, causing her pussy to leak even more of her juices onto the bed where she lay. Subconsciously she pumped her hips high in the air, trying to fuck something that was not there. Her soft mewling alerted him that she was fast approaching her endorphin-induced orgasm. He altered his tactics. Throwing the flogger down, he retrieved the crop, his personal favourite. It was smooth and well worked in, the leather supple but very effective for his purposes. She was drowning in her arousal and failed to notice him change directions until the first slap of the crop landed directly on her left nipple. Shock, pain, and pleasure coursed through her like wildfire. Her eyes and mouth flew open, her impending orgasm crushed. He reminded her again, if she wished to cum, to reach her release, all she had to do was ASK for it. Let go and say the words. Tears streamed down her face, her breathing was shallow, and swift, the internal struggle written all over her angelic face. How could she use those words, what would that make her. A whore? A slut? No, she could not bring herself to say them, the humiliation was too great. Shaking her head from side to side in denial, he began again. The crop landed on the right nipple this time. Before she could exhale from the pain/pleasure it delivered, he attacked her right breast, circling the rock-hard pebble, with fast, deliberate smacks that turned her lovely creamy breast into an inferno of red heat. He continued to redden her, moving from her breasts down to the soft swell of her stomach, the intensity of the blows steady and true. He could see and smell her arousal, it permeated the room, and his nostrils flared, taking in the sweet pungent bouquet, and feeling his cock harden even more that it already was. Adjusting himself in his jeans, he flicked the crop squarely onto her engorged clit with no warning. She gasped, holding her breath lest she cum without his explicit permission. He knew she was so close to release and with a few more hits to her over-sensitive clit he would have her begging and screaming incoherently. She begged and pleaded with her eyes, desperately willing him to allow her the release she'd been denied for the past hours. A sly smile came over his face as he watched her plead, aware that she still will not give up, will not submit and let her true sexual nature out. Turning up the heat, so to speak, he retrieves a wireless egg from its case along with the remote control. Slowly, he inserts the precious egg deep inside her womb; she is so wet there is no need for any artificial lube. She showed no apparent sign that she knew what he did until he turned on the vibrating egg. Immediately her pussy clamped down on the intruder, pulling it further up into her channel, trying to milk the orgasm from it. As the vibrations pulsed through her core, he continued to spank her protruding clit with the now exceedingly sodden crop. She would not last much longer, he mused to himself. He too, was having difficulty lasting this long without plunging his stiffened member deep into her. It began as a hoarse whisper, just a moan through parched lips. He asked her again to tell him what she so desired. What she needed. "To cum, Master, please fill your slut and allow her to cum for you," she pleaded in earnest. He smiled, dropped his pants, and drove his rigid cock deep into her waiting hole. Within seconds, his seed was boiling up from his balls, screaming for release inside his wanton, beautiful whore. "Cum NOW," he commanded, and as the full moon crested in the sky above, its silver luminosity bathed the room in magic as both Master and sub flew to new heights in their love and devotion to one another. As they lay together, she still tied to the bed, he wrapped possessively around her curvaceous body, he whispered to her. "You are mine, my love, bound to me in body mind and spirit, always and forever." "Yes, my Master, I am yours," she vowed, her reply sending his heart soaring higher than the moon above them. Submission 101 (Please note that I do not condone or encourage Rape, this story is purely fictional, if you do not enjoy this type of fiction or find it offensive then please do not read any more!! any persons portrayed in this story relating to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over the age of 21. Also note that story this is set in south Wales, where the slang may be different to other countries, for example, Fag is used as a slang term for Cigarette.) Submission 101 I've just moved into the loveliest street, the people here are so nice; however the lady next door is a little mysterious. She is beautiful though; she has long brown hair that sits softly on her pale skin and beautifully hypnotising brown eyes that make me want to gaze into oblivion. I hear her car leave every morning when she goes to work, one of the other neighbours told that she's a Welsh teacher in a comprehensive school. Hmm I've always wanted to learn the welsh language, maybe I could see if she teaches privately? No, no, that would be too obvious; I need to find a way to get talking to her without sounding like a complete weirdo. But how can I do it? Its half past 3 and I haven't seen or heard her car yet, maybe she's running late? Maybe she's in a traffic jam? Maybe she was in an accident?! Don't be stupid, there has to be a reason why she's late... Maybe she's on detention duty... That's a sexy thought, having to keep quiet and obey her every command, watching her look up over her glasses with those eyes, fuck me, those eyes are so damn beautiful, I don't think I could ever say no to anything she ever asked me... What am I doing? I'm lusting over a schoolteacher! And she's female! I'm not a lesbian! Maybe I'm bisexual? I've never had a sexual experience with another woman before, but I have to say that if I were to have one, I'd pick her to do it with... What the fuck? STOP IT!! I'll have a cigarette to calm me down... What's that noise? It's her! She's 39 minutes late! I've just decided not to smoke in the new house, fresh paint and all that, I think I'll just smoke this out on the front steps... I step outside and light my cigarette as I watch her coming from her car and walking up her steps. Damn, why is she so irresistible? Those heels, that skirt, I can feel myself getting wet just looking at her. I let her walk up a few steps before I make my move... "Hello!" I shouted. A little too enthusiastic maybe? "Hello." She smiles as she giggles at me. "I'm Jess," I say meekly. "I've just moved in." "I wasn't aware that this house was for sale?" She replies, only half interested. "It hasn't long been on the Market," I say. "It seemed like a nice house and good street so I bought it. How are the neighbors? Any noisy ones I should watch out for? "Well, I can't say that there are to be honest." She answers as she pauses half way up the steps. "Everyone is really nice here, Number 12 has 13 year old twin boys, though, so be cautious." She doesn't seem to paying much attention to me. "Little bastards are they?" I say with a grin. She starts laughing at me. "They're not too bad but they do have a tendency to knock on your door and run off." She takes a breath, "They think I can't see them coming up the street! There's no use complaining to their mother though, she's just as bad." "Does she do it too?" I ask her. I'm such a twat. She must think I'm thick as shit. "No, she's just one of those parents," She says as she rolls her eyes, "Ahh right" I reply. "You haven't got a fag I could borrow have you?" She asks with tiredness in her voice. "Stress is NOT the word." Anything for you my love... "Yes, of course!" I say. Again, probably a bit too enthusiastic. I hand her one over the low metal fence as she sits down on the steps on the other side. She's sat close to me! My god, I'm going to die... Why does she make me feel this way?? "Have you got a Lighter?" She asks as she gently takes it from my hand. "No problem" I say as I hand her my lighter. She's using my lighter.... I watch intently as she takes the first drag. Fucking hell she even makes smoking look amazing! "I don't usually smoke," She says. "But trying to teach a class full of 14 year old rebels isn't all it's cracked up to be you know!" Tell me more.... "What is it you teach?" I ask her. "Welsh." she says as she takes another drag of one of my cigarettes. "Really?" I say, trying to act as if I don't know already. "So are you fluent?" I ask her. No, Jess that's why she teaches it... She starts laughing and I laugh with her, trying to act as though I was joking. "I learnt most of it in school and I just sort of picked the rest up as I went along" She says as she continues to smile at me. She has such a perfect smile. Never in all my life have I wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss her right now. "How do you say - my name is Jessica in Welsh?" I ask her. I honestly didn't care what it was in Welsh. I just wanted to hear her say my name. I didn't understand a word she said to me but she said she said my name so beautifully. I stare at her for a moment, taking in her beauty. "How do you say it?" I ask her again. I will do anything to hear her say my name again. She spends a few minutes trying to teach me the correct pronunciation and I can see that she won't be satisfied until I get it right. I need to satisfy her needs in any way that I possibly can. After a few more minutes I manage to get it right. "Wow," I say. "You're a really good teacher!" She smiles again and blushes a little. "It's a shame that my students don't think so." she says, still blushing. "Well, if I had you as a teacher when I was in school, I definitely might have turned up to a few lessons." I say to her. She blushes again and tries to hide her smile I can see I've made her uncomfortable. Or have I? Maybe she's thinking the same as me... "So," She says. "Made any friends yet?" "Not yet," I say. "I wouldn't know where to start." "Well I'm having a house party on Saturday, you're more than welcome to come over if you'd like?" She says. I can hear the eagerness in her voice. I would like nothing more. "Sounds like fun," I say. "I'll have to check my schedule and I'll get back to you" Jess, you don't have a fucking schedule, she probably thinks you're a control freak that plans every minute of every day before you go through the door. She giggles again "Okay well I'll see you on Saturday then." She says as she stands up and dusts herself off. "Okay bye!" I say, hardly able to contain my excitement I stand up and peep around the corner and watch her as she walks through her door. I would sell my soul for just one night with her. Before she shuts the door completely, she turns to face me. "My name is Natalie, by the way" She says with a seductive look in her eyes. She smiled as she closed the door. I'm not sure if I was imagining it or not, but the way she looked at me made me weak at the knees, she looked so hot, the way her shirt clung against her perfect skin, her perfect breasts pressing against the buttons, trying to break free. What I wouldn't give to suck on one of her nipples... It's only two more days until I can see her again. The next 48 hours were excruciating. I was dying to see her, but I had to play it cool. She didn't tell me what time to turn up! Its fine, no need to panic, I'll just keep my ears peeled for music and people knocking on her door... I glance in the mirror... Skinny jeans band T and converse? This will never do! I run upstairs to try and find something nice to wear. I look at the clock, its 8:23pm. I swap my jeans for a pair of fishnet tight, ripping them as I pull them on. SHIT. I can't wear these now! Or can I? I rip some more big holes in it to try and make it look cooler, throw on a just above the knee black dress, I take my hair bobble out and let my long wavy black hair fall down my back, throw on some eyeliner and mascara, along with a pair of black boots. I must say that I don't look half bad, my size 14 body doesn't look half bad in my 5"6 frame, my 34D breasts pushed together in my best black lace bra, along with my sexiest, yet most uncomfortable matching French lace knickers I definitely felt sexy as fuck. All I need now is some perfume and I'm good to go. I opt to use Britney Spears' Curious, my favourite. I skip downstairs and get my fags ready. I wonder if she's drinking. I'll take some just in case, it's better to be with rather than without alcohol in someone else's party I always find. I skip downstairs and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge and find a bottle of teacher's whiskey starring me in the face. It seems appropriate for the occasion. I put my ear against the wall and can just about hear some music next door. I grab my stuff and step outside when I feel my heart racing, so I decide to have a quick smoke first. I sit on the same step that I did two days ago and light up another cigarette, looking anxiously at my bottle of whiskey, the temptation is just too great. I unscrew the top and take a long swig from the bottle. "Hardcore." I hear a voice say from behind me. I turn to face Natalie stood in her doorway, she's wearing a blue dress that stops somewhere between her thighs and knees, nude tights, black and white high heels, makeup that makes her eyes stand out, gold hoop earrings and a black cardigan. The best thing I like about what she's wearing is that beautiful smile. "Shit, you frightened me then." I say as I smile back at her. "You don't have to stay out here all night, you know," She says with a smile. "It's much warmer inside." "I'll be right in, just finish this fag first," I say as I glance back at my bottle. I feel sick. Not as if I'm about to be sick, sick as in the kind of feeling you get just before you get on a stage to sing in front of an audience. She starts to walk towards me and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I turn to look at her and I realise that she isn't sitting down. I look up to her and she's just stood there, arms crossed, looking down at me as if she's been waiting for me for ages. I don't know what it is about the way she's looking at me, but there's something so authoritative about the way she is looking down at me, watching me smoke the last of my fag. I feel like I'm back in school, I'm the naughty schoolgirl and she's the teacher, standing over me, scolding me for not doing my homework... I can feel her eyes burning into the back of my neck. I doubt my fag and stand up. "Come on then." She says, almost sighing while doing so. I continue to look at the ground as I make my first attempt to step over the small fence. I put my first leg over to the other side of the fence when I feel her hand grabbing my arm, steadying me as I cross over. I feel a surge of electricity shoot all the way through my body as she touches me. I take my time getting my other leg over the fence, I want to try and make this last as long as possible. As I get my leg over I look towards her and catch her biting her lip while looking at my tits. I feel very surprised to catch her doing this but she sees me looking at her and she immediately looks away from me. I'm almost positive that I can see her blushing. She walks in front of me and I follow her into her house, catching the ghost of her scent as she passes me, I inhale deeply. She turns to look at me and I cough, trying not to make it look obvious. She smells divine. I follow her into the living room and am surprised to see that there's no one there. "What time is everyone coming?" I ask her. "Not sure." She answers, she seems quite distant. "Ohh right." I say, Still confused as to what's going on here. "I told them 7:00 but haven't heard anything from them." She says while parting the blinds on the window slightly with her fingers. I'm starting to feel a bit sorry for her, maybe she doesn't have any friends or they all have better plans. I look around the room and realize there's no food. No food at a party? What the hell? Come to think of it, I don't see any alcohol either. Apart from the whiskey I have in my hand. "I'll just make sure that the doors unlocked." She says, rushing off into the hallway. She seems quite on edge. Maybe I'm imagining things... I hear a click on the door and then hear her walking into the kitchen, followed by sounds of glasses clinking around. She returns with two glasses of what seems to be cider and hands one to me, smiling. I smile back and take the drink from her. I don't usually drink cider but I'd do just about anything for this woman. I put the glass to my lips and smell the alcohol. It smells a little strange. I know what cider smells like and this isn't your usual brands. I shrug it off with the thought that she probably couldn't afford the usual brands and had to settle for the cheaper stuff instead. She sits down and pats the seat gesturing me to sit next to her. You don't need to tell me twice! I sit down and hold my breath as I take another drink of my cider... Or whatever it is. She seems a little more relaxed now and takes a sip of her drink. We just sit there for a while in awkward silence and I look at the clock. It's 9:00. Two hours late? This is awkward. I finish the last of my drink and place it carefully on the coffee table and pick up my whiskey, pouring about two shots worth into the glass. I turn to Natalie to see that she's looking at my legs and biting her bottom lip. I turn towards her fully and offer her some of my whiskey. She politely shakes her head no. I screw the top back onto the bottle and drink some of my whiskey, licking the last drops of it from my lips while doing so. From the corner of my eye I can still see her watching me quietly. I know that she's staring at my legs again when I lean back into the chair, lift my arm up to the top of the chair to rest my head on, turning my body towards her while doing so, making sure that She's getting a good view of everything. I must have turned to fast because I went a little dizzy. I shake it off and smile at her. She smiles back with a smile that tells me that she's up to something. And it's only then that I realise... "Natalie?" I say with doubt and question in my voice. "Yes?" She whispers back at me. "You know when you went to make sure that the door was unlocked earlier on?" I say while raising my eyebrows. "Yes?" She grins slightly as she answers me. "I heard it clicking." I say, still looking at her. "Doors tend to make that noise when you unlock them, Jess." She says, still grinning. "But the thing is," I say, finding it increasingly hard to string a sentence together "Well you see Natalie, the thing is..." It's getting really hard to speak now. "You never locked it when we came in." I look to her hoping for a reassuring response. I don't get one. "I know" She says with a large grin spreading across her face. Now I'm starting to get worried. "Is anyone even coming tonight?" I ask her. "Oh someone's going to be coming alright" She replies with a suggestive tone in her voice. My eyes widen and I sit upright. I take a deep breath as I try to manage another sentence. "Who?" I ask, now even quieter than a whisper. She puts her drink on the coffee table and moves so that she's inches from my face. Her hot breath on my skin feels so good. Being this close to her sends my heart thumping even harder inside my chest, my breathing becomes shallow and I can feel myself getting wet again. "You." she says. The electricity between us is almost unbearable, I want to throw myself on her and obey her every command. But I can't move. Or speak. "I know what you're thinking." She says to me. Placing one of her cold hands on the inside of my thigh, rubbing my leg and squeezing gently. "You're not paralysed. The effects of the drugs you've just taken only last for an hour or so. Which is just enough time for me to get you the way I want you." I stare at her helplessly. "The second I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you one way or another, it was just a matter of time before I had you all to myself." She says as she looks at me with that look in her eye again. Even though I can't move I can feel my pussy getting wetter as she's talking to me. She looks at the clock and stands up. She moves over to the blinds to close them and then she stands behind me. I can feel her watching me. She bends down and moves my hair away from my neck. I can feel Goosebumps race over my skin as she starts to kiss my neck ever so gently. I feel so useless, all I want to do is touch her and tell her how I feel, but that's impossible. She picks me up and carries me upstairs. I'm surprised at how strong she is. For a woman her age she really doesn't look that strong. I mean, at a guess I would say she was in her late 20's. Maybe early 30's at the most but damn, she was gorgeous. She gets me up the stairs and takes me into her room. It's lovely in here, cream walls, cream carpet, deep mahogany furniture and a king-size bed with cream and chocolate sheets, and a lovely white rocking chair in the corner by the window. There are candles everywhere, different shapes and colors, all around the room. She gently lays me on the bed and shuts the door, she then walks over to the window and shuts the curtains. She walks towards me and leans over to turn on a lamp. I strain my eyes to look at it and can just about see it. It's really nice; it's a small table lamp with an old fashioned brass base and what looks like bits of stained glass window for the lampshade. She then starts to pull me into position. She has me on my back in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. She then gets onto the bed and comes up to the top of the bed and grabs my hands. I can't see what she's doing but I can feel it, I can hear something rattling against the metal bars on the headboard of the bed. I can then feel her putting cold metal against my wrists and I hear multiple clicks as it encloses around my small wrists. It's a pair of handcuffs. It's not something I would usually do for a sexual activity, but I can hardly protest. I try to pull away but it's no good, I can't even move my fingers slightly. The only thing I can do is blink my eyes. She puts an arm each side if my head and comes down to my face. She kisses me softly on the nose. Again this woman never ceases to amaze me. She's practically kidnapped me, she's drugged me, tied me to her bed against my will and now she's kissing me on the nose! She then makes her way down my body and I don't take my eyes off her as she does so. She starts sliding her hands up my dress and grabs the top of my fishnets. And then it all suddenly becomes real. This woman is going to rape me. She pulls my tights down and takes off my boots before pulling the rest of the tights off and putting them in a neat pile on the floor. She then unzips my dress, which doesn't have any straps on, much to her delight. She gently pulls it off and folds it gently and puts it in a neat pile with the rest of clothes. She didn't say a word while doing any of this, which I'm not sure if it was worse that she was quiet or not. She sits upright and looks down my body, smiling while doing so. She looks away to the clock behind me and quickly moves off the bed, her time must be running out. She starts to light the candles over the other side of the room, giving it more of a warm feel rather than a gloomy one. "You know," She says. The sudden break of silence startled me a little. "I'm so glad that you came tonight, I was nervous that you wouldn't turn up. I've been watching through the windows all day to see if I could see you going anywhere. I don't think I could have bared it if you didn't turn up tonight." Submission 101 She looks towards me after lighting the last candle. "I'm sorry it had to be like this for our first time, but I just couldn't wait a few months to get to know you better before making my move." She says as she walks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on my left ankle. She looks genuinely sympathetic as she does this. "I know you probably don't feel the same way, but the first time I saw you I just knew that I wouldn't stop until I had you here, on my bed, naked and obeying my every command," She says. "By the way, I love what you're wearing. Is it especially for my benefit? No of course it's not, you were planning to have a little house warming of your own with some sleaze, weren't you?" she says with a sudden tone of anger in her voice. "You're such a filthy little whore!" She spits at me. This takes me back again by surprise, here she was being sweet and making me feel sorry for her and he goes and says a thing like that. What the hell is wrong with this woman? She stands up and takes her clothes off, wearing nothing but a pair of high heels. She picks up her knickers off the floor and gets on the bed again. Only this time he sits on top of me instead of next to me. I can feel the juices from her wet pussy on the top of my thigh. She takes her knickers, leans over me so that she's balancing on her elbows and puts the knickers on my face. The smell is both sweet and at the same time disgusting. I've never smelt anyone else's knickers before and now I know why. She the puts her fingers into my mouth and opens my jaw. She licks my lips and bites my bottom lip while looking into my eyes. I couldn't be more turned on. Then she bites it harder, causing me to squeak a little as I hold my breath tightly. She lets loose of my lip and stuffs her dirty knickers inside my mouth. I want to be sick. Another woman has worn these for god knows how long, they are soaking wet with her juices and I dread to think what else. I try and fail miserably to push them out of my mouth with my tongue but it's no use, I just have to wait for the drugs to wear off first. She brushes my hair away from my face and starts to kiss my neck, gently at first and then uses a bit more force, she nibbles at my ear and starts pulling on my hair, pulling me closer to her as she does so. She licks a line from the base of my neck all the way to my ear and starts biting gently on my ear lobe while grinding against me. She brushes her hand against my face and scratches my neck. She drags her nails down gently until she reaches my breasts where she starts massaging it through the black laced bra roughly. It hurts but it feels so good. She slides her hand up through my bra and starts squeezing my nipple between her fingers. My nipple stands to attention almost immediately and she starts to laugh quietly. "Looks like you're enjoying this almost as much as I am," She says smugly. "By the time I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk for a week," she says with strong authority in her voice. I can feel a warm breeze against my pussy, I'm soaking wet and I just keep getting wetter. Call me naive but how the hell is she going to fuck me? I mean, I've had my fair share of men and seen more than my fair share of porn but I haven't got the slightest idea on how this is going to work. She seems to know what she's doing and this reassures me a little, even though she's going to take my virginity. Well, virginity in the sense that I've never even thought about having sex with another woman before, until I met her anyway. I don't know what it is about her that drives me crazy but even though I've been drugged and handcuffed to her bed, there's honestly nowhere else I'd rather be. I try to move my fingers again and I think I can move them slightly but that's about it. She starts kissing my cheek, moving herself down my body, still keeping her hand on my breast. She kisses her way all down my body, never taking her eyes off mine. When she reaches my panties she adjusts herself so that she's in between my legs. My heart starts racing even more and I try to push my legs together but I can't quite manage it. She grins at me and bits her lip as she pulls my knickers down slowly over my knees and off my feet and chucks them on the floor. She positions herself between my legs and pushes them further apart so that they are well and truly spread. She looks down at my wet pussy and smiles. She looks like the cat that's got the cream with that smile spread across her face. "Well, well, well," she says as she continues to stare at my swollen mound. "It looks like you are enjoying this more than I thought you were." A tear rolls down my cheek from the embarrassment of it all. There isn't much I can do about it except try to close my legs again in shame. "Aww babe, don't cry," she says as she wipes a tear from my face. "You just lie still and by the tome the drugs wear off, you won't want to go anywhere. Not that you could if you wanted to, you'll be staying here for quite some time." I'm not sure whether that was reassurance or a command. She sits upright and takes her dress off in the most provocative way possible. She's wearing a red laced bra and no knickers under her tights. She bites her lip and pushes her boobs together slightly, I never appreciated how amazing her body actually was, and she is not big or slim. She has her curves in all the right places. Her skin looks so perfect and soft. I wish I could touch her and pull her closer into me. I try to move and can manage very small movements, I try to push her now even more soaked panties out of my mouth, it takes me a while but I manage to push it out and it rolls down over my cheek and next to my neck. I take a deep breath. It feels so good to be able to breathe properly and not dribble everywhere. She then lies on her stomach and puts her arms under my thighs, putting her hands onto my bum and pulls herself closer to my sex. She flicks her hair away from her face and gives me a mischievous smile as I see her face get closer to my pussy. She starts off by kissing the inside of my thigh, right where it's most sensitive. I can't take my eyes off her. She looks up at me and scowls. "Close your eyes until I tell you to open them." She says sternly. I look at her, confused. Why does she want me to close my eyes? She sits upright and leans over the side of the bed and brings up what seems to be some sort of small whip. Before I know what's happening she raises it up and brings it down onto the inside of my thigh. "Close your eyes!" She screams. I take a sharp deep breath and try to scream but I can't. Another tear rolls down my eye as I look to her with both surprise and pain. It hurts so badly and it's almost itching because it stings so much. I oblige and shut my eyes as tightly as I can. I feel her dragging the whip down my body gently and leaving it at the side of me as she gets herself back into position. I open my eyes ever so slightly and see that she's still starring at me so I shut them tightly again. She starts kissing the inside if my thigh again, kissing away the pain as she makes her way up to my pussy again. Just as she gets there she moves on to the other thigh and does the same. I'm so wet right now that all I want is her tongue buried deep inside me. She takes her time working her way up and when she gets there she kisses all around it and licks me gently. The she kisses my pussy before working her magic on me. She licks me gently all around my swollen lips before parting them with her tongue. The mix of her hot tongue and cold air drive me crazy she expertly works her tongue on my pussy, I can feel an orgasm building already and she's hardly started. She stars licking my clit slowly, all around the outside and then flicking it with her tongue. She takes a hand away from my ass and starts stroking the inside of my thigh gently with her nails scratching her way slowly up to my hole when she starts caressing my lips gently with her fingers. My head is spinning in ecstasy when she slips a finger inside my opening. "Fucking hell Jess," She says with a little surprise in her voice. "You're so tight!" I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not... She continues to lick my clit while she works her magic with my fingers. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. It's a good job that she knows what she's doing because I wouldn't have a clue where to start! She slips another finger inside me and I can feel myself reaching orgasm. She doesn't stop and keeps going with her tongue, licking this way and that way, swirling it around and sucking on my swollen clit. It's then I can feel myself start to come. "Come for me Jess" she commands. She grabs my ass tight with her one hand, works her other hand with her fingers inside me and returns to sucking on my clit. I can't take it anymore, I want to push myself forward and grind her face against my pussy but I still can't move that much. She inserts a third finger and that's when I completely lose control and I scream as I lose myself in the abyss. I open my eyes after a few seconds and for a very short period of time; everything is submerged in darkness and slowly comes back to light. I can feel my legs still shaking and the rest of my body frozen in pure pleasure. She licks up my juices and kisses the inside of my thighs again and then brings herself up so that were face to face and kisses me softly on my lips, holding herself there for a moment or two when I start to kiss her back. If we are going to do this then I'm going to enjoy it too. I can feel her smiling as I taste my own juices on her tongue. She brushes my hair away from my forehead and kisses me softly again. She raises herself up slightly and starts stroking my arm. She then sees he knickers by the side of my head and picks them up with her free hand and holds them in front of my face. "Did I say that you could take these out of your mouth?" She asks as she picks up her knickers. I look at her, a little confused. "I'll ask you again," she says quietly. "Did I say that you could take these out of your mouth?" I don't know whether it's a rhetorical question or not so I continue to stare at her, not saying a word. "Answer me!" she screams in my face, making me jump. "No" I whisper back to her, my voice a little shaky. "From now on, you are only aloud to do something if and when I tell you to do it, do you understand?" She says says, half questioning, half commanding. I stare at her in disbelief. Does she really expect me to do that? "Fuck off." I say, trying to regain some dignity. She stares at me expressionless and I see her reaching for something by my side. She lifts up the small whip from earlier, never changing expression or taking her eyes away from mine. She starts to lift it above her head, my eyes widen and I start to shake my head. "No, please don't" I beg her. She lifts it higher and higher above her head. "Please Nat, don't hit me again, it really hurts" I say with upset in my voice. it's clearly no use, she doesn't take her eyes away from mine and she isn't blinking. Before I have chance to plead with her again she brings the whip down hard on my bare stomach. I cry out in agony as she does it again. "You answer me back with that attitude again madam and you won't know what's hit you!" She shouts. If I wasn't in so much pain right now I'd be unbelievably turned on. There's something about way she's looking at me, the authority in her voice and the way that she's dominating me and controlling me that makes me so hot for her. I've never experienced anything like this before. Sex was always just sex with my ex boyfriends and I'd never had an orgasm through sex; I'd have to do that myself. My stomach is really starting to hurt, but another part of me wants her to do it again. "Apologize." She snarls. I looked at her, still in shock from the whip when I see her starting to lift it again. "I'm sorry!" I scream as I shut my eyes tightly. "I'm sorry what?" She barks "I'm sorry Natalie" I cry. She hits me again with the whip. "I'm sorry what?" She barks again. I think for a minute. What the hell does she want me to say? She raises the whip again "I'm sorry Miss!" I cry in a last attempt at guessing She lowers the whip back down onto the bed "Good girl" she says patronisingly. "Don't make that mistake again young lady or there will be serious consequences." She says in a threatening tone. "Are you listening to me?" "Yes" I reply "Yes what?" She snaps. "Yes Miss" I answer. "Good girl," She says in a patronizing tone. "Now because you've been good and listened to me I'm going to be nice and gentle with you, but make that mistake again and I won't be quite so nice" I am seriously so turned on by this whole charade, I don't understand. What does she mean by she won't be so nice if I misbehave? I'm not one of her students, why does she want me to call her Miss?? She smiles at me again and reaches both of her hands under my back, reaches for my bra strap and snaps it undone. She lifts it up over my head and leaves it by my wrists. She looks down at my tits and smiles and bites her lip. "You've got a beautiful set of breasts." She says as she reaches for them. I shy my head away. "Surely you can't still be uncomfortable after what we have just done?" she laughs as she asks me. "A bit" I say meekly. She raises he eyebrows and looks down at me. "Miss" I add quickly. "Well there is only one way to sort that out isn't there?" She smiles as she says this and brings her face down to mine again. She puts a hand either side of my face and kisses me again. I can't stay mad at her and I start to kiss her back, still being able to taste my juices on her tongue. She's an amazing kisser. I could kiss her every minute of every day. She moves her hands down to my boobs and starts to caress them, and then she starts kissing my neck and moves herself down my body again. She's still in-between my legs and the way she's moving herself stimulates me again and I start to become aroused a second time. She looks up at me when she reaches my boobs. "Close your eyes and relax." She says with softness in her voice. "Yes Miss." I reply, my voice a little shaky. I close my eyes and have no choice but to put all of my trust into her. She takes one of my nipples into her mouth and starts playing with it using her tongue. I can feel her moving herself so that she is straddling my one leg and I then feel her move her hand down my body gently and lightly until she reaches my pussy a second time. Oh god, not again. I'm still sore from the last time! But this time she uses only her hand on me, playing with my clit and stroking her fingers across the length of my pussy. "You're a little dry now babe," she says to me. "we'll soon sort that out" I'm too scared to open my eyes just in case she's looking at me, waiting for me to defy her so that she can use that damn whip on me again. She works her fingers all around my pussy and pushes one inside me again, and it isn't long before I can feel another orgasm stirring deep inside me. I've heard of women having multiple orgasms but I thought it was just a myth. Well apparently not. I start pushing my hips up to try and grind myself against her hand when she bites my nipple. I yelp in both pain and pleasure. "Have I told you that you're allowed to move?" she snarls at me. Fucking hell, this woman really gets off on controlling people. She bites harder and I gasp "No Miss!" I manage to shout. "Exactly, Now do not fucking move until I decide that you're allowed to." She commands. "Yes Miss!" I say. I'm starting to get the hang of this now. She moves her free hand while still sucking on my nipple and playing with my pussy and reaches down the side of the bed and pulls something from underneath. I'm still not allowed to open my eyes so I don't know what it is yet but I'm sure that I'll know pretty soon what it is. She passes it to her other hand and I can feel her moving it around. Then I hear a buzzing noise. It's a vibrator. But it's not just any vibrator, it's hers. I'm sure that is not hygienic. She presses it against my clit and I gasp at how powerful it is. She holds it there and moves it around slightly. She brings her face up to mine again and starts kissing me hard and bites my lip while she works her vibrator against my cunt. In no time at all I can feel myself coming towards a bigger orgasm. She starts grinding her pussy against my thigh and as she does so she brings her free hand up and starts pulling my hair again while still kissing me passionately. I let out a moan and she turns the vibrator up to the next level of intensity. I start to moan into her mouth and as I begin to reach orgasm, she pulls the vibrator away. "Tell me that you love it." She whispers into my ear, quietly and out of breath. "I love it." I say, desperately out of breath and itching to finish my second orgasm. "You love it, what?" She asks. "I love it Miss." I reply "Tell me how much you want me." She says in a sultry voice. What the hell is she trying to do to me? "I really want you, Miss" I say. "How much do you want me?" She asks. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Miss!" I answer eagerly. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you" she says into my ear. At this point I will say anything. "I really want you to fuck me, Miss" I say impatiently. "Beg me" She commands. "Please fuck me Miss, I promise I'll be good" I say breathlessly. I can't believe this. I'm actually begging a woman to fuck me. This response seems to please her and she turns the vibrator back onto full power and starts grinding against my leg again, I try to lift my leg up a bit so that she can get some satisfaction. She bites on my lip and starts moaning; pressing hard with the vibrator on my clit and again, it isn't long before I start to have another orgasm. She pulls harder on my hair and bites on my neck as I reach the edge. Her breath gets shorter and faster and I start moaning again, she screams into my neck as she comes and I scream as I come against her vibrator. She quivers against my leg as I lay on the bed, completely tense, with everything again in pitch blackness. As I come out of my orgasm she turns the vibrator off and throws it on the bed. We lay there for a while, completely silent, trying to catch our breath when she kisses me again. I don't think I have ever come as hard as I just have with her. She puts her mouth by my ear and whispers into it, "So what are you doing next Saturday?" Submission 101 A few months ago a friend shared his Dom rules with me. I was inspired and set about writing my own sub rules. Being the perfectionist and feeling that perhaps I was being presumptuous given that I had only been in the lifestyle for a few months, I never posted them. Then He came into my life. We have spent so much time discussing these very issues over the weeks. Out of those conversations, He wrote Dom 101. And I was inspired to take a second look at my sub rules...and with His input tweak them a bit. One thing I would say is that these rules do not always apply; we break a couple ourselves as a result of our Power Exchange that makes this neither games or playing. Nonetheless, they are a good place to begin. I encourage other subs to consider them, add to them, but begin to give this the serious consideration that it deserves. So here goes nothing as they say: 1) Know yourself and those limits before you play. Of course, this is an ongoing process and each time you play, each person you play with will teach you something new and miraculous about yourself. But to the best of your ability, know going into any relationship, any scene, what your motivation for play is and what your limits are...for this time and this person. This can be particularly important if you are a true submissive by nature, someone, who like me, craves complete surrender. If that is the case, then submitting to someone who does not share that same level of commitment to the relationship can be disastrous. So before you do anything...know yourself. 2) D/s games are symbiosis at its best. Neither is truly complete without the other. If your relationship is unbalanced with one or the other having more rights or responsibilities then that should be a warning sign. It is of course easy to get confused because power exchange by its nature means that the sub cedes control to the Dom, but that is still her choice, whether for a scene, a day or a lifetime. 3) Safe word when you need to. There is no shame in it. And you will never disappoint a REAL Dom by doing so. This one applies equally to your emotional as well as your physical boundaries. It is alright to protect your heart and mind as much as your physical body. If something, anything, does not feel right, then at the very least...yellow...stop and discuss it before you proceed. 4) Communicate openly, honestly, and clearly to your partner. I go one further, if you are in a relationship with or playing regularly with this partner, be transparent. What's that you ask? Honesty is telling someone the truth about something they ask. Transparency is holding nothing back. It will make some people uncomfortable but it is the building block of a solid relationship...D/s or not. 5) Courtesy is due, trust is earned. Courtesy is due every living creature, sub or Dom. Doms just demand a tad more of it, especially in certain situations. But trust is something that they must earn over time by the way they act towards you and others. Don't give it too quickly or too completely. Make the Dom work for it. 6) Don't confuse love and submission. Submission always comes with strings, boundaries, it must because you are entrusting your physical as well as your emotional well-being to this person. Love on the other hand is a gift, something that you alone are free to give, it comes with no strings. You can submit to someone you do not love and you can love someone you would not submit to. But no matter how much I love you, my submission always has limits. They may be high ones, but they are there. 7) Always ask yourself...would I do that for a vanilla. The answer can be 'no.' A good Dom will push your limits. But by asking this question, it forces you to evaluate if he is pushing too far, too fast, if he deserves the level of trust you are placing in him. 8) Never forget that you have the power to hurt a Dom as much as he can hurt you. You hold their egos (if not their hearts) in your tiny little hands, have care not to squeeze too hard or toss it aside carelessly when you are finished playing with it. Or a REAL Dom anyway. This is because... 9) Doms are still men. With the same failings. They can be selfish sometimes. They can think with their little heads. They can make mistakes. But they also have genuine feelings and needs for this relationship too. Don't make them into gods, they aren't. But also don't ever take a REAL one for granted, they are few and far between. 10) Always take time to process, learn from and grow with each new person and experience. That is after all what I am doing with this list, perhaps we all should write down our sub rules? 11) Never, ever, never forget to have fun. Life is too damned short and we take ourselves and these games too fucking seriously sometimes. If something is not fun, then bloody well don't do it. 12) But always protect yourself...physically and emotionally. Remember you have a life and people who love you outside of these games, you owe them and yourself that much. No matter how much you love someone or how far you allow (yes, allow) him to push you, you were a complete human being before him...and here's the secret you still will be if it does not work out. And if he was one of those elusive unicorns, a REAL Dom, you will be a better, stronger person for the experience. If you wonder where all the specifics are, things like...don't play while under the influence of drugs or alcohol, always meet someone new in a public place, make sure there is a failsafe in all your play, well they are in there. They are implied in things like know your limits, safe word and trust is earned, not given. There are so many other beautiful and new things to explore, it is simply a matter of finding the right Dom to test your boundaries, help you grow and become the submissive that you were born to be. Enjoy that roller coaster rides...the highs and the lows. And assume responsibility for all your choices, learn from them. Submission 101 Pt. 01 The sound-proof headphones really did their job; the only sounds I was hearing was my own nervous, ragged breathing and the quickened beating of my heart. It was all shallow, distant, I wasn't even sure that it was my own breathe. I hadn't been able to taste anything but the rubber of the way-too-big ball gag she had placed in my mouth, and the soreness it was causing my jaw was the only real indicator of how long I had been left like this: naked but blindfolded, hands cuffed in soft, plush but tight restraints above my head attached to a chain that I imagined ran to the ceiling, and I was kneeling on my knees on a cushioned pad. The vulnerability of my exposed position was wreaking havoc on my mind. The sensory deprivation was causing lucid visions that I couldn't escape, to bubble up into my conscious mind and panic was setting in fast. It wasn't so much the naked and chained thing, but the left alone with no external sensory input thing that was starting to get to me. With nothing to hear, nothing to see, my mind was reeling, and the thoughts weren't all pleasant; most were down-right terrifying. The most terrifying one was the realization that I was alone with a girl I barely knew, chained in some basement, naked as the day I was born; anticipation had lasted about ten seconds. After leaving me drowning in my own subconscious for a time, I decided to try and use the only sense I could at this point. I tried to relax and took a deep, wafting inhale through my nose. I could smell leather; a lot of leather, and a shit load of rubber too. But there was also a faint fragrance drifting back and forth across the room like wild flowers, light and sensual. Then the overpowering aroma of scented candles being lit flooded my nostrils. The cold room started to warm instantly, and the feeling was a welcomed relief. I hadn't really noticed it till then, but I was shivering. They say you shiver from an excess of adrenaline; you know, fight or flight - I wonder what they would say about my situation. The light floral fragrance bubbled back up. She was close to me. I felt her hand brush against my skin; a playful gliding of her finger tips up my abdomen to my chest finally stopping as she grazed my neck and clavicle. Then the touch went away and moments later the headphones were removed and the gag was loosened but left hanging from my neck by the strap. I could hear her walk away as her heels made the distinctive click, click, click on the hard floor each step she took. She placed the headphones down and then picked up several things one at a time, each time putting it down and picking up something new. The last item she picked up made a noise as if it was dragging a few small things across the table as it was lifted into the air; she didn't put that one down. Then she took a few more steps to what I guessed was a different table and picked up something that had the distinct sound of metal. And then she walked back towards me, I didn't need to hear her steps to know that, her scent was washing over me. But I could smell something new mingled with it, something primal, something carnal. With one had gripping my neck from behind, her body pressing against my back, she leaned up to my ear and nibbled the lobe tenderly. "You look so lovely like this my little pet, and I can't wait to play," she whispered with such a soft and playful voice. "I know your jaw must be aching, but if you speak out of turn, the gag will go back in and it will be tighter than before." Then the voice changed, it was harsher, more commanding. "Do you understand?" she asked as she stepped behind me and grabbed my neck forcefully. I said the only thing that felt appropriate. "Yes, Mistress." "Good boy," she purred releasing my neck and gliding her hand across my back as she stepped around me. When she moved away from me I felt something cold but soft run down the small of my back. The next thing I felt was her delicate, but forceful hand grip my member in a tight squeeze. I admit, I was rock hard. I hadn't even thought of my erection for quite some time, taking in every other sensory experience my body had been ushered to recently, but now that my concentration was coming back, I finally realized how turned on all this had made me; I was throbbing. This whole time I hadn't know what to think or feel, and I wasn't sure the apprehension to the unknown would even allow me to become aroused, but my cock betrayed my mind, and made it plainly evident that I was enjoying it all. No - I was loving it. She snapped me back to reality as she spoke in that soft voice once again. "Now this just won't do my pet," giving my cock several light tugs to let me know that it was what she was referring to. "It isn't modest for you to be entirely naked in front of me our first time, and how am I to dress you with this thing (now she was squeezing it with more force) so hard already?" I was beyond hard, my excitement increasing as she reached up and pinched one of my nipples till it became hard as well. "Looks like I'll have to take care of that myself," she said in a giddy voice, like an excited kid. I didn't know what she had in mind, but when I felt her warm breathe blowing on the engorged bulb, I began to relax and then my mind went to fantasy. 'Was she really about to suck me off?!' I couldn't believe it! And then I felt her lips on my head. God she really was going to take care of me. And then I felt her tongue trace my hole and make small circles around my head before she pulled her mouth away. I let out a soft moan and tried to thrust my hips forward and force more of me back into her warm mouth. "You taste amazing," she said with one hand still firmly gripping the base of my shaft. The warmness of her breathes lingering over my now slick tip. Her voice was seductive and alluring, with not an ounce of malice in it. I could hear the bending of rubber and leather as she released me. "It really is a pity to waste such a wonderful prick, but oh well." Huh? Whack! I'm not sure if I was in shock or if it just happened that fast, because I heard the blow before I felt it, but within a second of her uttering her last word she had hit me right on the tip of my cock with something thin and hard. I tried to scream out in pain, but only a inaudible gasp of panicked breathe came out. I heard the wind up of a pole or something cutting through the air, right before the second hit came crashing down with such force that my body went limp and I was entirely suspended by my cuffs. I felt like vomiting, and my entire body was shaking uncontrollably as she reached her fingers around the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my head down into the nape of her neck. She must have been kneeling in front of me. "That's a good boy," she whispered warmly, still stroking my hair. Her voice was so pleasant, it was really hard to accept that the painful blow had come from someone with such a sweet, tender voice. Her strikes had done their job; my cock was entirely flaccid now. Probably trying to retract back into my navel and hide is a more accurate statement. She let go of my head and with one hand gripped me, making a circle around my cock and balls at the base with her thumb and pointer finger. With the other hand she slipped a metal ring that felt a little big over my shaft and then squeezed each of my testicles through the metal band, pulling everything taunt. I now knew what she meant by dressing me: a metal cockring. Now the panic was setting in. These things were made specifically keep men hard, and the last thing I wanted to do was get an 'unwanted' erection again. She hadn't said that I wasn't allowed to get one, but I really didn't want to chance it. I shivered just at the thought of being hit again and started to desperately will my member from engorging itself with blood. It was no use though, her nails were grazing up and down my lower abdomen, and I could feel my cock swelling around the constricting ring. I guess she saw the struggle on my face because she laughed. It was an amused laugh, but then she placed her hand on my face, tenderly. "Sweetie, it's okay to get hard with this on you, that's kinda the point. Besides, it will help me gauge how much you truly enjoy this. If you manage to get soft with this on than you really don't like it," she said chuckling to herself. The playful 'kiddy' voice was back. I felt her hand move from my face to my neck, grasp a hold of it and the squeeze, forcing my head up, making me gulp. "I know I haven't explained much, or anything really, but I want you to consent to tonight. And tonight is about nothing but pain. Not for the sake of hurting you, or because it gives me pleasure. It does," she said laughing. "But that isn't what tonight is about. Tonight is about making you surrender to me. Tonight is about determining whether you trust me enough to surrender fully to me." I felt her close to me again, her scent becoming intoxicating. "I want you to offer yourself to me my sweet little wolf." She was whispering right in my ear and the air of her words sent shivers down my entire spine. She let go of my neck, and then I heard her walk around behind me and remove the blindfold. The ambient lighting, dim as it was, came flooding into my eyes, forcing me to wince and shut them and try to adjust. When I opened them again I could see the room was dark, plain walls of concrete, lit sporadically with white candles, to the right and left of me were red cushioned chairs. Against the far wall were five seats. They looked more like thrones, made of plush red fabric interlaced into leather, with brass studs pinning the fabric to the ornate workings of the wooden frame. The chair in the center was higher than the others, but the ones on either side where of equal height, but just as beautifully adorned as the center one. I tried to scan the rest of the room but then her hand came around my neck and cupped my jaw and chin and forced my head to face forward. "The center throne belongs to the Goddess Hera, and the four others are occupied by Artemis, Aphrodite, Athena, and Demeter. In this chamber you will refer to me as Artemis or mistress." She was whispering into my ear again in an excited voice, all the while nibbling on my lobe as her free hand descended my chest towards my manhood. I let out a soft moan as chills ran through my entire body. Her hand let go of my face as she started to walk around in front of me, and I finally got to see her. She was wearing a white hooded cloak with the hood down and I could she her high heeled boots peeking out from under the cloak as she kept taking steps facing away from me. It reminded me of a girl in her graduation gown, minus the black leather heels. When she was several feet in front of me she stopped and abruptly turned around and placed her hands on her hips and presented herself to me. She was standing there with the cloak opened at the front, revealing the outfit below. High heeled black, knee-high boots, an all-white peplos that barely clung to her shoulders and dipped well below each of her luscious breasts, secured at her waist with a golden belt, the material barely falling to halfway down her thighs with slits up each side; a golden necklace with a pendant in the shape of a woman firing an arrow through a waxing moon adorning her neck. Her long, raven hair fell below her shoulders, and was layered to look like the ends were licking away from her like little flames, ending in a grey hombre to the black above; all serving to highlight the piercing blue eyes and red lipstick. She looked like the queen out of 300. She always looked beautiful in class, but now - she was gorgeous. And frightening. I figured out what it was she had hit me with, the handle of the cat o' nine tail tucked into her belt. She stood there displaying herself to me, and I was almost so entranced that I barely noticed the movement behind me. When I looked over my shoulder I could see several figures in white cloaks moving to line up against the walls. They were wearing golden masks but there were four others at the front of the procession that wore all white robes like hers' but no cloaks. The four at the lead made their way to the thrones and each sat in one, leaving a single chair empty. Now facing me, I could see that they wore golden mask, no one the same as the other. They were each similarly dressed, save small differences like, show preference - one of the 'goddesses' was wearing combat boots. The others took the seats on each side of the room, five on each side. One of the new arrivals walked up to her and handed her a mask of her own. She put it on and threw down her cloak. When I finally stopped scanning the room, I didn't have time to really ingest it all, and freak the fuck out, because she opened her mouth again and poured sweet honey into my ears. "Let me explain who we are," she said in a velvety voice that was more erotic than anything. "We are a Greek Society that places no emphasis on the gods. We worship the sacred goddesses of the Pantheon and the members are either the embodiment of one of those goddesses, or a priestess. We are an old society that believed one thing: women are superior to men." She let those words linger before continuing. "But our society also had a very specific purpose, and that can be summed up as the pleasure of some of the most powerful women in the country. You see, in today's society, even after graduating from an ivy league school like this one, we will never be on equal footing as men, so we train our women in being dominant and ensure they never have to submit to a man for pleasure while they are being educated." She was speaking quickly now, obviously excited. "Now this is where you fit in my dear pet. Some of us will always crave the pleasure a man can give, but we must not submit, so many years ago, members started to recruit men to be trained and conditioned to serve us; to submit to us," she said strolling up to me once again. "So occasionally a goddess will attempt to claim a man, and each man will embody an animal sacred to that goddess, because he will protect her, but always submit to her, and that is why you are here tonight." "Should tonight's ritual go as planned, you will continue your membership process with us and I will guide you through your time here with us and will instruct you in fulfilling your role as a member. You won't be a submissive in the regular definition of the term, but you will be reconditioned, mentally, emotionally, sexually, to fulfill our needs." Her voice was direct and to the point. "Think of it like a BDSM relationship between a Domme and her sub, but you will never be my slave.You will put your trust in me that I will not hurt you, too badly, or you will never come back to this place." I wanted to ask what those needs would be; It had all seemed erotic at first, but now as the gravity of the situation was weighing on me, and I began thinking with the right head, I started to get frightened. I mean let me reiterate the fact that I was in a basement, chained and naked, surrounded by women in white cloaks and golden masks, who were openly taking about how much they were about to hurt me; and one of my classmates that looked more like some dominatrix in a toga costume than a co-ed. "As the goddess Artemis, goddess of the moon I choose to hold the wolf sacred to me, and thus, you. All the goddesses present are in agreement that you embody the wolf and are thus able to offer yourself. Should you choose to offer yourself to me, I will accept. " She spoke with her voice still muffled by the mask. It was starting to make sense; kind of. She had asked me so many questions about myself, and she had seemed so curious about my wolf-head tattoo and the meaning behind it. embodiment of the wolf? Sure I had always considered myself a loner, and I loved wolves, my dog was a husky that I was pretty sure was actually half wolf. But seriously. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? "These sisters present will bear witness to your rebirth into our loving embrace," she spoke as she walked a few paces away from me and turned around. She looked deep into my eyes. "Do you offer yourself to me Jonathan?" I looked around one again. How the hell had I gotten into this shit storm, all I wanted was to join one of the Stern Business Clubs! I wanted to keep a low profile at school so naturally I protested her wanting me to join. What the hell was I doing here? Better yet, who the hell were all these girls? Goddesses of the Pantheon? Reconditioned men into submission? What the fuck did that mean? How many whack-job women are in this club? I thought this was a Academic Club, not some psycho-filled cult! Are they going to hurt... My internal monologue was cut short as I looked up into her eyes. She had lifted her make and her captivating blue eyes were boring into me. Like sapphires blazing in sunlight, they pierced my very soul. Everything else peeled away, the fear, the doubt, the confusion; all gone. Nothing else mattered but the way her eyes made me feel; it wasn't malice or anger in her eyes, it was longing. Affection. Desire. She was pleading with me to say yes. Any resistance or hesitation I was feeling or harboring was now gone. I now understood, I was a lone wolf; pack-less. She meant to tame me. This wasn't a business club, it was a domination club, and not in a simple S&M way, but something more profound, more spiritual. I looked down in submission, blushing furiously. "Yes." Smack! I looked up, the sting of her smack lingering on my cheek, pleading for an answer. And I got it. She was smiling at me, her white teeth shining in the low light. I lowered my head down again and cracked a smile. I started thinking back to the events that lead me to this point; I know I had had a pretty interesting last few months and an odd couple of weeks of college, and sure New York is a pretty unique place, but damn this was insane! I smiled at the ridiculousness of it all, and I smiled because it was all I could do; those blue eyes owned me, and somehow I was completely okay with that. She stepped up to me and kneeled in front of me, her hands reached around my hips and gently pulled me into her until my twitching cock was pressed against her navel, forcing it up against the soft fabric of her outfit until it was pressed to her lower abdomen. I looked down and away from her to avoid being embarrassed by the fact that my cock was jetting into her belly. She leaned up and moved her hips away from me, letting my member fall down in front of her and then she placed her hand on my shoulders and pushed herself up slightly so that she positioned herself over my member and eased herself back down. My cock had found its way under her outfit and was now in between her thighs. She pressed down and closed her legs tight so that my aching manhood was now enclosed by thighs and pressed tight against her sex. She wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock was pressed tightly against her radiating pussy, its wetness dripping onto my throbbing shaft. She glided back and forth on my shaft, letting her outer lips open up around me, as she coated me in her juices. The scent from before. I looked up and met her gaze, her eyes burning with desire. My eyes softened as I relented to the truth - I didn't want this, I need it. I needed her. I didn't care if this was the Club of Mayan Ritual Genital Blood Letting, I was hers, and now she knew it. "Yes, Mistress." "Good Boy." Submission Dear Contributor, Thank you very much for your submission to "Gent: The Magazine for Wild Men and Tamed Women." While we appreciate your efforts, we feel that your submission is not suited for our current needs. Thank you very much. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear Contributor, Thank you very much for your submission to "Gent: The Magazine for Wild Men and Tamed Women." While we appreciate your efforts, we feel that your submission is not suited for our current needs. Thank you very much. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine (handwritten) Next time, send us a different story... you're a good writer, but this one just isn't "us"! ***** Dear Ms. Holland, I'm afraid there's something you don't understand. "Gent: The Magazine for Wild Men and Tamed Women" is a magazine about domination, and we do accept fiction submissions; however, all three of the stories you've sent us have been about men being hypnotized into serving women. Obviously, this is exactly the sort of thing we can't publish. Might I suggest that your next story that you send in to us involve a woman being hypnotized into serving a man? Or, if you'd like, you could rework one of your existing stories so that the gender roles are reversed-- I'd certainly like to get more writing of your quality into the magazine, but it has to fit in with our approach to fiction. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear Ms. Holland, Another great story-- but unfortunately, another story we can't use. I did read your cover letter, and I have to say I admire the forcefulness with which you stated your ideas of women's superiority to men; however, neither this, nor the quality of your writing, will change the fact that "Gent: The Magazine for Wild Men and Tamed Women" is not currently in a position to accept these stories. Believe me; I would love to see your work in our magazine... I find your style very absorbing, and have kept copies of your previous works to read myself. But if we can't get on the same page, I'm afraid you won't be able to get into our pages. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear Ms. Holland, While I do understand the writer's maxim, "Persistence pays off", I have to tell you that you're definitely on the wrong track. This latest story is probably the best yet (and to answer the question you posed in your cover letter, yes, I do get aroused while reading them-- your style is one of the sexiest I've read in my time as editor of this magazine.) In fact, I've been circulating a few copies around the office, and several of the guys have been praising your talent; however, we all agree that there's simply no way the story could make it into the magazine without substantial alterations. Again, if you're willing to make those alterations, I'd love to publish you... but unfortunately, it's just not possible for "Gent" to take stories based around the subjugation of men to women. Even if I were to change my own mind on this, the publisher gives us a very clear mandate on what we're looking for. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear April, To be honest, I was actually somewhat surprised that you waited so long to send us another of your stories. After receiving one every six weeks like clockwork, I found myself missing your latest attempt to get published. Your latest story is another classic. Unfortunately, it's another classic we still can't publish. Believe me, I've thought long and hard about how to get these into print--I believe everyone deserves to read these works. I know that I, personally, can't stop reading them...of course, to be honest, I'd always preferred stories told from the superior male point of view before you sent in your submissions. But now, I have to admit I'm finding those stories rather, well...dull. I'm not the only one, either. I don't think that even two hours passed before the other editors dropped by my desk, asking to see your latest story. I showed them, of course, but I kept your cover letter to myself. (Is that selfish?) In answer to the question you posed in your cover letter this time, yes, I do masturbate while reading your stories; I didn't at first, but again, I'm finding that your writing style has grown on me. I'm even considering asking our publisher if we can't start up a companion magazine to "Gent" that features female-dominant fiction--it's only now that I begin to think about how much of a market there must be for those kinds of stories. Lots of men out there wanting to be controlled by beautiful women, lots of women out there who know how to control men...the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Unfortunately, until such time as I can work out something with the man in charge, I'll continue to be the only one who reads your stories. Please keep writing, though. Even if you only have a small audience here, rest assured that it's a very appreciative one! Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear Mistress April, First, let me apologize for the tone of informality in my previous missive. Rest assured, I didn't mean to imply any sort of improper relationship between us; I simply thought that after several months of correspondence, we were undoubtedly on a first-name basis. I accept with full understanding the correction in your cover letter, and I hope that you weren't too bothered by such presumption on my part. In future, I will address you as you wish to be addressed. As you say, it's only your due. I also feel I have to apologize for giving such an inadequate response to the question posed in your previous cover letter; certainly, telling you that I masturbate to your stories is accurate, but as you pointed out, a writer needs feedback, and I have been remiss in my duties as an editor not to give you a full and complete description of what causes my arousal exactly. Your latest story brought me to another intense orgasm, and I'll try to describe in detail why. First, let me say that I was very glad that you didn't keep me waiting, as before. Six weeks is hard enough to endure without another of your wonderful stories, let alone an agony of uncertainty as I await the arrival of the mail each day. This time, as soon as your story landed on my desk, I took a small tube of KY jelly and slipped off to the restroom. The first thing I did was read your cover letter. I realize that it's not a part of the story, but your prose style is simply astonishing...I found myself getting hard as soon as I read the words, "Dear alec," and by the time I'd gotten to the story itself, I was already lubing up my cock with the KY. I actually don't remember much of the setting, this time...I remember finding it ironic that the whole thing was set in the offices of a publisher, and noting with humor that the lead male character shared a first name with me, but by that point, I was already lost in a haze of lust, skimming the story in an effort to get to the hypnosis sequence. You make hypnosis sound so erotic, Mistress April...and so realistic, too! I can't help but wonder if some of these are based on real life events. In any event, when I finally did reach the hypnosis sequences, I couldn't stop stroking my cock--not even long enough to turn the pages. Instead, I just found myself re-reading a few paragraphs, over and over, and as I got more aroused, it was almost like my field of vision was narrowing down...I remember gasping as I could only focus on a line or two at a time...I almost think I remember reading just the word "obey", over and over again, chanting it as I stroked my cock until I came, but I'm not sure. It's so hard to think when you're that aroused. It's almost like the conscious brain just shuts down, leaving my cock in charge... Afterwards, I cleaned myself up and went to photocopy the story. Almost everyone here reads your works now, and I knew that they'd be waiting for this one--and incidentally, Mistress April, I agree with your suggestion that the only way to really convince our publisher that they're right for "gent" is to show them to him myself. You're also right in pointing out that a companion magazine for dominant women simply isn't the answer. After all, as you said, putting dominant women side by side with dominant men is like putting them into competition, and there's simply no competition to be had. I've always thought myself that stories from the superior female point of view were far more arousing than those involving men taking charge. In any event, this is still one more story we can't publish here, but I'm hoping that the next few weeks will change all of that. Soon, I hope that your stories will take the place they rightfully deserve in our magazine, leading the way. Sincerely, Alec Masters Editor, Gent Magazine ***** Dear Mistress April, i was so glad to get another story from You today, i almost came in my pants when the mail arrived. i controlled myself, though...i know that You'd want me to wait until i was actually reading Your words before releasing my orgasm. There were a few other submissions in the mail that day, but i threw them away--they were all about men taking charge of women, which is frankly the most unrealistic thing i've ever heard of. How could a man possibly control a woman? Men are the natural servitors, and women are the natural dominators. Our brains shut down when our cocks are aroused by powerful females, leaving us mindless pleasure-driven sluts whose only goal is to please our Mistresses. It's so obvious to me that i don't understand why more people haven't submitted to a powerful woman yet. Of course, i'm one of the lucky ones...i receive Your instructions now. So does everyone else in the office now. we all understand the bliss of servitude to Your will. The publisher still resists, but i don't think he'll be able to fight Your power much longer. i know he can't hold out forever...submission to Your will is inevitable. i give him a week, at most...less, once i show him the story You sent us this time. Soon, his mind will shut down, and he will give in to the same pleasure i now feel...the pleasure of Obedience to Your will. You will control us. You must control us. i must obey. Once i have finished this response, i will go to masturbate again, as You have commanded...i know that i will hear Your voice in my mind, instructing me in the proper fashion to submit to Your control. The others in the office envy me, for i am the one that You chose to be first in servitude, most devoted to You and Your powerful feminine charms. Thank You, Mistress, for giving me the opportunity to submit, and i'm sure that we'll have broken down the publisher into a slave within days! When we do, we'll be printing Your work so that others can enjoy the bliss of mindless cock slavery. Submissively, alec masters editor, gent magazine ***** Dear Mistress April, Thank You very much for Your submission to "gent: The Magazine for Tamed Men and Wild Women". The publisher feels that the normal freelancer rates are not a sufficient expression of our gratitude for allowing us to spread Your gospel of feminine power; as such, he wishes to make arrangements to give the ownership of the magazine to You. we will be contacting You by phone in order to make arrangements for this transfer; needless to say, ownership of the magazine includes ownership of its staff as well. we live to serve You, Mistress, in every way. Yours, slave alec servant, Mistress April Holland Submission It's as if he knew exactly what she was thinking when the door opened. She entered in a huff, letting the door hit the wall and bounce back just a few inches shy of her toes. She forced an exaggerated sigh and pushed back the hair sticking to her forehead, wiped the sweat from under her eyes and kicked the door shut. She acted as if no one else was in the room, as if he wasn't sitting four feet in front of her, sprawled on the couch reading or rereading or rewriting or whatever. He looked up with a suspicious smile, "Hi, Gorgeous," and resumed his downward gaze. She exhaled a quiet, "Hi," but remained in the entrance. He'd already lost sight of her, focusing his attention on the paper in hand. "Is your phone dead?" "No, it's--" "--because I tried to call. I wasn't going to come by--" "Mmmhmm. Sorry, Gorgeous. You're here now, may as well stick around for a while." His gaze still glued to his work. Is he for real? She thought. So "I might as well stick around"? What for? So I can blow him and leave? No fucking way. She was silent and still. He got the hint, set the papers down and walked toward her. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Come on." She was stiff. He grabbed her ass with both hands, pulled her into his hips. Apparently so was he. *** He kissed her harshly, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He had already been thinking about this moment and he wondered if she had as well. She pushed him away, "Seriously?" He hesitated only a moment, took note that she hadn't turned to leave. "Seriously," he said, pulling her in tighter and forcing his tongue in again. One hand groped her inner thigh while the other kept her close. He kissed her slowly, making sure she felt every inch. He massaged her tongue, then pulled back and bit her lower lip. She dropped her bag. He pushed her against the door and immediately went for her pussy. She was already wet, confirmation that she'd tried to pull another act. He'd become good at reading her and could usually tell when to back off and when to push. *** "You're a terrible actress," he said, twisting a nipple. She clenched her teeth as she deeply inhaled, "You seemed to believe me last night." Ouch. She'd let out some sensitive information, with a purpose. She knew he wouldn't be discouraged and he wasn't. Instead, he took two fingers and entered her. They glided their way in and out with ease. She dripped down his hand and over his wrist. Her head fell to the side, her eyes closed. He continued to stare directly at her with a slight grin. "What, not enjoying yourself?" She mimicked his grin, eyes still closed. "Give it up, Gorgeous. You're not fooling anyone." She gasped as his fingers slipped out and he wiped the mess on her exposed cheek. She opened her eyes and turned to him, shocked, mouth falling open just enough. "Don't lie to me," he said, shoving his fingers into her mouth. *** He'd made their way to the bedroom. She lay on her back, naked, sitting up on her forearms. "This place is a mess," she said, smiling. "Turn around." He ignored her as he climbed on the bed and flipped her on to her stomach. She kept her legs pressed together tightly as he straddled her and began massaging her back, working his way down to her ass until he reached her legs. She moaned quietly to herself, eyes closed. "Keep going," she pleaded but he'd already stopped. She opened her eyes just as he wound up to—SMACK! Her ass turned a deep pink instantly where his palm had hit. "Get up," he said, pulling her hips to his. She arched her back as she'd always done when he entered. She let out a moan as he found himself all the way in. "Feel me? Feel every inch of me?" She gasped, "Yes," as he pulled out. "No, I don't think you do," he whispered, thrusting back in full-force. *** He fucked her hard in that position, growing bigger as he went on. She let out a moan every so often whenever he thrust himself all the way in. She sighed when he cut her a break—either easing up on the pressure or pulling out of her altogether. He paced it perfectly. She was growing tired; her head felt limp and she had collapsed from her forearms flat on the bed. He kept fucking her all the same. She could tell he was coming close; he filled up every inch of space inside her. She turned around, looking desperate. He just smiled. "I could look at you from this angle all night," he said, "Turn around." He pushed her face forward, took hold of her hair and pulled her body upright, tightening her legs together with his. One arm held her tight against him while the free hand went for her clit. He rubbed her feverishly as she let out a cry, a gasp for air then a slow, high-pitched moan. He went for one last stroke before coming. He held inside her firmly, a total release, before sliding out and lying down next to her. Lesson learned. Submission Author's Note: I couldn't decide what category to put this series in at first, I eventually decided on BDSM because to me that's what the story is truly about, however there is also a Sci-Fi / Fantasy element because of where I've set the story that readers should be aware of. Enjoy! *** Alanna stumbled as she was pulled into the room, along with the other captives, where she was placed in front of a table. Each of them were placed along the tables with a small book in front of each of them. Most of the women were bemoaning their fate, praying to God to save them, or just silently crying. Alanna was studying everything and everyone around her. She didn't see the point in bemoaning their fate, it had happened and that was that. There was no home to go back to, their planet was gone, destroyed by the hubris of their leaders who had built the "ultimate weapon" to save them from the evil Demagons, only to have it end up completely obliterating their planet. Praying to a God who hadn't stopped that from happening, who hadn't saved the majority of their population, didn't seem all that useful to her. If he hadn't intervened before, why would he now? And crying seemed to be the most useless option of all. No, Alanna looked, studied, listened. She'd always been a curious person, and she'd always wanted to know more about their enemies the Demagons. So far she hadn't seen any that looked evil. They looked like normal men and women, although it was true that some of the women were wearing pants, and some of them were even giving orders to the men! But so far she had seen no evil. They'd been treated brusquely, but not unkindly. Perhaps it was their upcoming fate that was distressing the other women. Again, Alanna wasn't sure why. At nineteen years of age she'd seen plenty of the war between the Demagons and the citizens of her home planets, the Repibans. Plenty of Demagon women and men had been captured and made wives, in the case of the women, or slaves, in the case of the men, on her planet, and she assumed that was the fate that she and her fellow citizens now faced. True, there had been many horror stories about the perversions of the Demagons. The Repibans knew that God had only meant mating to occur for procreation, apparently the Demagons were so perverse that they would engage in the mating ritual for pleasure. They were hedonistic, perverted, obsessed only with their own pleasure. But so far those who had rescued their ship had also fed them, provided them with a place to sleep on the trip back to the Demagon space station, and no male had touched her indecently. Females had taken her aside to a room where she'd been stripped and examined, they'd taken pictures of her naked body, but then she'd been reclothed in the traditional, covering garb of her people. But, like any good Repiban, she knew what the females were in for. Their home planet might be gone, they might be refugees, but they would be treated like any captive taken in battle. The Demagons put Repiban women into sexual slavery, the worst kind of perversion where a woman was paired with a single man for the purpose of pleasuring the men, even during times when she wasn't fertile. Not only that, but she would have no other woman to share the duties with her. The Demagons called this perversion "monogamy." From eavesdropping on their captors, Alanna had learned that the Demagons considered Repiban women the best kind of women for a certain caste of Demagons known as "Dominants." She got the sense, from their talk, that they though the Repiban women were already treated like slaves on their home planet, and that's why they were so easily trainable to a new way of life. Alanna's mouth pursed in a thin line. She did not feel like a slave. She felt like herself. It was true that there were times when she'd chafed against the strictures of being raised like a proper, young lady, but don't all people go through rebellious stages? She knew that not all the other females knew how to read, but most of them weren't interested. Alanna knew how to read. Reading passed quite a bit of time for her, in between the sewing, cooking, cleaning, and running her uncle's household. She had not been particularly attached to her uncle, but she did wonder what had happened to him and if he had managed to get off planet. He had not been kind to her, considering her ability to read unladylike, but as her father had taught her how to before he died, her uncle did not prohibit her either. Obviously her father had approved. Alanna looked up alertly as the door to the large room opened and men and women started to come in. They wandered through the rows of women, examining all of them. Some of the onlookers flipped open the books in front of the women. A man, a tall, thin man stopped in front of her and stared. She stared back, examining his short cropped grayish hair and dark eyes, the slight lines on his face. A look of distaste crossed his face as she met his gaze. She looked down. I have to remember I'm a captive, she told herself. He flipped open the book in front of her and she was shocked to see the pictures that had been taken of her, standing nude. "Hey!" she exclaimed, reaching out and snapping the book shut, humiliation and rage coloring her cheeks. Snarling, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and raised his other. To her horror, she realized she was about to be hit. She recognized the position from her uncle. Then, suddenly, a small slim hand grabbed the man's wrist. "Now Curtis," the petite and completely unthreatening woman murmured silkily, "I can't have you harming the merchandise. If you buy her then you may punish her." The man - Curtis - took a deep breath and put his hand down, releasing Alanna's wrist. Alanna couldn't believe what she had just heard and seen. A woman had intervened, stopped her from being hit, and neither of them were going to be punished for it! She couldn't believe that this unknown woman had stopped this Curtis, or that Curtis had obeyed. Of course she understood that if he bought her then the woman wouldn't stop him, but the fact that the woman had the power to stop him at all astonished her. "What's this?" asked another voice, deep and rich. Alanna looked up through lowered lashes, almost frightened now, just because she didn't understand how this strange society worked. It was so obviously beyond her comprehension and experience. The new man was tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of man who would be respected and honored on Repiban for his overwhelming presence. "One of these women has a little fight in her?" He sound amused and intrigued. Alanna risked a further glance at him. He was very handsome, with blonde hair that curved over his forehead and made him look almost boyish, a thick blonde mustache and goatee, piercing blue eyes and strong lines to his face. This vision of attractive masculinity, accompanied by his bass voice, made her insides clench in an odd way. "She won't when I get through with her," Curtis gritted out through his teeth. She glanced at him again, he was very angry looking. For a moment she thought about sticking out her tongue at him, but then she remembered that she was a captive and about to be a slave, and she knew that he would probably beat her worse than her uncle ever had, because at least her uncle had been kin. David, for that was the blonde man's name, watched the rebellious look pass over the slave's face. She was a pretty little thing with curling brown hair, pinned back in the way of her people but he was pretty sure it would be very long when loose. Young, but not so young that she was a child. The book in front of her was colored white, so she was unmarried - and for a Repiban that meant completely untouched in any sense of the word. In those ridiculous shapeless robes it was impossible to tell what her body was like, but he was attracted to her spirit. He didn't like Curtis, and if she did have any fight then it would be worth it to see it harnessed, rather than broken. Curiously he picked up the book that had started the trouble and opened it. He noted that her fists clenched and her breathing picked up when he did so. Obviously she had seen that the pictures of her naked body were in it. She intrigued him, this little firebrand. Where other women in the room were weeping or numb, she was alert and feisty. Hiding a grin, he lowered his eyes to the book and almost whistled under his breath. She was exactly his type. Long limbed, full breasted, curves above and below... more athletic than most Repiban women, he could tell, but with softness to her middle. He like his women to have some meat on them, which is why he so often came to look at Repiban sales. Demagons were almost too obsessed with fitness and being rail thin, he preferred the soft, feminine curves that the women in this room had. But he'd despaired of finding a Repiban woman with a mind of her own, their men so often kept them uneducated, amiable and submissive, they presented absolutely no challenge because they were so used to doing what men told them to anyway. Most of these sobbing women would be perfectly happy with their new way of life in about a month, because nothing really changed for them. Their new men might want something different than their old men had, but either way they were just doing what their men wanted. Turning to Madame Cleo, the proprietor who had stopped Curtis from damaging the girl, he said, "I would like to put in a bid." Curtis snorted. "You can have her. I'm not wasting any money on a mouthy piece like this." and he stalked off, as David had known he would. Curtis wanted the cheapest piece he could find and he didn't want to get into a bidding war with anyone. Madame Cleo smiled at him. "Of course." Alanna stared up at him as he stepped around the table. Good grief he was huge. She didn't know it yet, but putting in a bid meant that he was going to pay a certain amount just to inspect her more closely. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that other men and women were stepping around the tables to put their hands on the Repiban women. Did that mean he was going to touch her? That strange feeling in the center of her stomach tingled again as he got closer. He looked her over, closely. Wondering if he'd react like Curtis she stared boldly back at him, not giving an inch. Those eyes of his really were the most startling shade of blue, she'd never seen anything like them. The expression on his face didn't turn to disgust or distaste like Curtis. Instead his presence quiets and he focuses on her, the intense hunger in his eyes takes her breathe away and she looks away, disquieted. The inside of her stomach is churning, and it feels like there's something hot and itchy between her legs. David reaches out and touches her face with his fingers, brushing them along her jaw line. The girl shudders and takes in a deep breathe. From the way she's squirming without even knowing it, he's pretty sure she's wet. So submissive, but it's hiding. She'll be a challenge, a worthy challenge with the best possible conclusion. And very response, he smiles as he sees her lips part automatically as he presses his thumb against her pout. Pressing his thumb into her mouth, he smiles seductively at her as her eyes flash up to his face, filled with confusion. "Suck," he tells her. Gently, hesitantly, she begins to suck on his thumb, her tongue flicking the tip of it as if she can't help but taste it, and he wants to groan, thinking about the way that would feel on his cock. Keeping his thumb in her hot, wet mouth, he runs his other hand over her shoulder and then down her body, gently palming her breast. She gasps, and steps away, but not before he feels the hardness of her nipple on that soft mound, poking into her thick, covering robes. Madame Cleo spanks her, making the girl gasp again and step back into place. Although she lowers her head submissively, rebellion is written in every line of her body. And if he's not mistaken, so is desire. "I'll take her," he tells Madame. "Very good choice sir," she nods approvingly. "I know my business and I think she will suit you admirably, the best choice you could have made." *** Although she'd seemed quiet enough, David took the precaution of putting soft leather cuffs around Alanna's wrists, along with the collar and leash that all the Repiban women would be receiving upon purchase, to get home. As he drove back to his home, with his new acquisition in the back seat looking through the window as if interested in her new world, he could feel his dick hardening at the thought of her training. He loved that she was so obviously not a broken spirit and that she had responded so well to him in the Buying Hall. Other than stepping away from him, but her body was so responsive that he was sure he could soon teach her how much pleasure he had to offer, and then she'd be begging for his hands on her body. And how sweet it would be to make a feisty little thing like her beg. Submission Carol told me that Gin made her pay for her appointment information. When I asked her what had happened, Carol related the following. Gin came to the door when I rang the bell. She was wearing sandals, a skirt and, blouse. She obviously was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were plainly visible through the thin white material of her blouse. Because she wore sandals, I guessed that she wore nothing under her skirt either. She took the unit and placed it on a small table that was just inside the door. She stepped outside and stood in front of me. As she reached out and unzipped my sundress She turned me around and pulled me against her. Her left hand fondled my right breast and nipple and as she massaged my clit with her right. "Good sensitivity," She commented as she gave me a short orgasm. After my orgasm subsided I turned back around and asked for my appointment information. "You need to do something for me first." She said. I could see that her nipples had hardened so I knew what she wanted and I started forward to move inside. Gin stopped me and said that it was such a nice day that she wanted to play outside. She turned me around and pushed me out onto the front lawn. My skirt billowed out behind me as we walked forward and it excited me that she was forcing me to display my body to anyone who happened to drive by. When we got to the middle of the front yard Gin ordered me to lie down on my back. I started to comply but Gin stopped me. "No, sweetheart, with your head toward the house! I want to show your pussy to anyone who wants to look!" Then she spread my dress wide open and told me to spread my legs as far apart as I could. She had me bring my feet up next to my rear and let my knees fall apart. My excitement really increased as I thought about the obscene display that she had forced me to make of myself. When Gin was satisfied with my position she moved forward to place a foot on each side of my head. Looking up I could see that I had been right about her wearing nothing under her skirt. Gin lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt down over me. She spread the lips of her pussy open and lowered it to my mouth. "Now eat me!" she commanded as she dropped the hem of her skirt to cover herself and my head. She kneaded my breasts and nipples as I sucked and tongued her pussy. Although I couldn't see them I could hear the sound of engines slowing down as vehicles drove past. Then Gin's hands briefly left my breasts then moved to spread the lips of my pussy open as though showing it off. I had not heard the sound of an engine so I was startled when I suddenly felt other hands on me. I could not see them but I knew that there was at least three of them because there hands were every where at once. There were hands teasing my breasts and nipples. Fingers were in my pussy. There were even fingers probing my butt. Then something was being forced into my pussy. It got bigger as it was pushed deeper. "Go ahead shove it in you won't hurt her!" I heard Gin say. My pussy stretched as the object was forced into me then it got narrower. Whatever it was it had a bulge in it about halfway down it's length. It started to feel pretty good as it was pushed in and out of me. I heard Gin say "Every once and a while rub her like this." as she massaged my clit. My hips came up off the ground to force the object deeper as I climaxed. "Yes use that one!" Gin said. The object in me was pulled out and was replaced with one like it but this one was cool. I knew that it was a bottle when I felt cold liquid in side of me. I knew that it wasn't a beer bottle because the shape was wrong and the neck was too short. The liquid tingled inside of me and ran down my butt as it was forced out around the sides of the bottle that was being pumped faster and faster in and out of me. My hips were jerking up and down with my orgasms as my clit was being constantly rubbed. The bottle was pushed into me one last time and left there as I heard Gin say, "Yes, do it." I felt the lips of her pussy vibrate from side to side as she rubbed her clit. I felt warm liquid splash on my breasts and chest. I knew what it was. Someone had masturbated on me. Then, as I felt more cum splash on my pussy and stomach, Gin and I both climaxed powerfully. When Gin relaxed I stopped licking and sucking. I could feel her juices all over my lips and chin. I heard her say, "That's enough!" After a short while Gin stood up and I could see again. I looked around but there was no one there. I looked down and I had been right. There was a coke bottle still embedded in me. I pulled the bottle out and Gin helped me to stand. My skirt was a mess so I used it to wipe my mouth and clean the cum off of me then zipped it up, Got in my car and drove home. Submission The elevator doors opened and I stepped out on my floor. I finished folding up my wet umbrella, shaking out some rain drops. Thunder boomed outside; the storm was getting closer. Walking quietly through the dark empty hallway I searched the numbered plates for my room. Locating it near the end of the hallway I pulled the key out of my bag as a flash of lightning shone through the hall window. I heard a door close behind me as the lock clicked open. I didn't look up. Pausing to slide my key back in my bag, I eased the door open with my elbow, turned on the light, and as I entered the room my face and chest came in contact with the wall forcefully and my bag fell to the floor. My arms pinned behind me, I felt a sharp pain around my wrists as I heard a zip tie tighten around them. I didn't scream. The gasp of air escaping my throat was cut short by the strong hand around my neck. His other hand was roaming down my right side, stopping long enough to give my ass a good hard slap. I breathed in sharply at the strike, but I didn't make another sound. His hands were firm, not threatening. And I could smell his cologne. "What are you doing?" I whispered, trembling as his hand tightened around my neck. I could feel myself throbbing as I imagined what I might be in for. Thunder boomed again. "Shh, just relax," he replied. Relax? Seriously? I gave a small chuckle at his words so he spun me around to face him. He leaned against my body after he looked me up and down. Licking his lips, he leaned in and touch them to mine. He kissed me softly, teasingly; I leaned in for more as he pulled away to look me in the eyes. "I have waited for this day...for a long time," he said quietly, but I could hear the threat in his voice. It scared me. I knew by now my panties were soaked from my throbbing pussy. And this was only the beginning. "What if I resist?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer. I looked into his piercing blue eyes. "I like a good fight," he replied, moving his hand down my belly to rub my now swollen mound. "But you should give in; to make it easier on yourself. You're going to pay for what you've done...and eventually you will give in. I promise." He leaned into my neck and kissed my tingling skin lightly, slipping his tongue out a bit to get his first taste of me. He continued rubbing me outside my pants as I tried to clear my head. He said he would do it, I thought to myself. If he knew when he could find me alone he would take advantage of me. It was my tight jeans. Always bending over when I knew he could see me. Talking dirty to him. Challenging him to get me cornered... "You couldn't do it," I would say. "You wouldn't..." I twisted out of his grip and tried to back away toward the door but he grabbed my long brown hair and dragged me to the huge bed in the middle of the room. Pushing me down on my bound arms, my knees barely hanging off the edge, he sat down next to me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, turning it over in his hands. Lightning flashed through the sheer white curtains and lit up the sharp blade. He grazed my cheek lightly with the tip. I didn't notice I was holding my breath until he got up from the bed and I let it out. I was shaking from excitement and fear; I jumped a little when more loud thunder boomed outside, rattling the window. Lightning flashed for several seconds, lighting up the room while casting an eerie shadow across his face as he loomed over me. He got on top of me, keeping my legs spread with one knee, and grabbing the collar of my shirt he split apart the neckline with the knife. Grabbing each side he tore my shirt open, revealing a white lace bra covering my chest, heaving from my heavy breathing. He drug the blade up and down my neck, across my chest and under my bra, cutting open the middle so my large breasts burst out. He leaned down over me, caressing my face with his hand for a moment, then began kissing my neck with his soft lips. I squirmed against his teasing touches and my restraint as he continued his tantalizing assault down my neck line to my breasts. He took his time kissing and caressing every inch of my exposed flesh for his pleasure, as well as mine. My breasts began rising and falling faster as my breathing became heavier with anticipation. He grabbed my left breast roughly as his kisses lead their way to the peak, and putting my hard nipple between his teeth he nibbled and pulled on it. I moaned, arching my back in pleasure trying to put more of me in his mouth as I felt more of my juices spilling out onto my already soaked panties. My pussy was throbbing for attention and I didn't know how much more of this I could take. The thunder and lightning out of the window was fading from my senses. He repeated his assault on my right breast, sucking hard on my nipple between bites. I moaned and twisted under him as he kissed and licked my stomach. My damp skin tingled in the cool air of the room. He crawled off of my leg so I raised my feet to the end of the bed to push myself up, away from him. He grabbed both ankles roughly, dragging me down until my ass was near the edge, hurting my arms still bound underneath me. Gripping my left arm, he flipped me over on the bed onto my stomach. He got on the end of the bed between my legs, grabbing a handful of the waistband of my pants. Holding the knife at the ready, he leaned over my back and growled, "You will do as I say, understood?" I nodded, my fear returning. He punctured the material with the knife, sawing up through the waist until it was sliced open. Thunder sounded as he tore open my pants with his hands, exposing the white lace panties underneath. He took his time ripping the thick material covering my ass, savoring every new inch of me he discovered. I trembled as his hands caressed my ass, my pussy getting even wetter, then I winced as he slapped my ass cheek harder than earlier. I was enjoying this. Feeling controlled, feeling used. I needed this. I wanted him to abuse me, like no one else could. I started squirming underneath him, pulling against my bindings on my wrist. He got up and finished taking off my pants and shoes. Grabbing me by my hair, he pulled me up from the bed, turned me around and pushed me back down onto my arms again. My clothes laying in ruins on each side of me, hands still bound behind me, I realized that I felt exactly how he wanted me to feel: trapped. Scared. Vulnerable. And...sexy. Turned on. I was loving this and I needed so much more. He got on the bed and leaned over my face, his fingers tracing my belly down to my soaked panties, moving them aside and slipping a finger inside me while his other hand squeezed my throat. My body ignored my mental requests to remain still and I moved against his hand, wanting him deeper inside me. "Are you my dirty little whore tonight?" he asked. My mouth fell open at his words. I wanted to resist, but I knew I couldn't. He had control. "Yes sir," I answered. "Good girl." He released my neck and got off of the bed, kneeling down between my legs. Getting his pocket knife again, I watched him trace the blade across my belly, watching my face as he grinned an evil grin. He poked the white lace panties under the elastic band and jerked the blade up, cutting them open at the top. Putting the knife down he grabbed each side of the tear and ripped my panties in two. I gasped at the sudden rush of cool air on my wet lips. He grabbed the tattered remains of my shirt on each side of me and pulled me to a sitting position, using the knife to cut the zip tie around my wrists. He removed my clothes from around me while I rubbed my wrists, stepping back to admire my naked body. He moaned and licked his lips as he looked me all over, making me blush and get nervous again. He held my face still with both hands, caressing my cheek and my lips with his thumb. Lightning flashed and I could see the bulge in his jeans in front of me. I swallowed. He moved a hand to my hair and grabbed a handful, leaning my head back to kiss me roughly. I met his kiss eagerly, but when his tongue moved past my lips I tried to fight. What would he do if I resisted? I thought. He used his grip on my hair to lift me up to him, kissing me harder. I tried not to melt into him but it felt so good. He slipped his free hand between my legs, finding my juices pouring out of my pussy. He moaned into my lips before pulling away, letting me go and pushing me down onto the bed again. He licked his finger, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of me. I grinned as I laid there waiting, hands above my head, legs parted, lightning illuminating my naked body. He pulled out a small pink vibrator from my bag and crawled on the bed next to me. He turned it on, parted my legs with one of his, held down both of my wrists just over my head, and put the vibrator on my clit. God, I needed this. He had been teasing me for too long! I moved my hips against his motions with the vibrator, looking for release. Faster and faster, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. He watched my body, my face, as I came closer to the edge. I cried out "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum!" just before he pulled the toy back and turned it off. I screamed and whined all at once. "No! You can't stop now!" I begged. "You're MY little whore tonight," he growled into my ear. "You will do as I please and cum only when I want you to." Picking up the torn panties from the floor, he inhaled my scent before shoving them into my mouth. Gagged now, I watch him as he observed my naked body once again. My skin tingled as I laid there exposed to him; his gaze, his touch, his punishment... He pulled a zip tie out of his pocket and restrained my wrists once again, this time over my head. Turning the vibrator on he continued his assault on my clit, my juices pouring out of me onto the bed as I moan into the panties stuffed into my mouth. I moved against the toy between my legs, willing my body to reach its climax. I tried to hide the rising sensations but my breathing gave me away and he stopped the vibrator once again. I growled into the panties. "You're not cumming yet, bitch," he warned as he rubbed a finger outside my hole, forcing more liquid to run down my ass and onto the bed. He moaned as I pushed myself against his finger, wanting more. "Oh, you like that, bitch?" he asked softly, sliding the probing finger inside me once again. He held my legs open, fucking me slowly with his finger until I was ready to beg for release. His finger fucked me faster as I arched my back and pushed against him, wanting his finger deeper inside me. He stepped back away from my legs, moving around the bed to grab my arm and jerk me up and off the bed to my knees. He removed the panties from my mouth and started unbuttoning his jeans while the bulge underneath made me catch my breath. He released his cock from his underwear and moved a hand to my face, caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers, then tilting my head back under my chin. "Suck my dick like a good girl, and maybe I'll let you cum." I looked up at him with the most innocent and scared look I could muster and took him in my mouth. He groaned, putting a hand in my hair to play with it as I moved up and down his shaft. Relaxing my throat, I took him completely in my mouth as I felt more of my juices dripping from below. He grabbed a handful of hair and push deep down my throat. After a few slow thrusts I bit down firmly but gently, reminding him I wasn't so easily tamed. "Ooh, careful," he warned, breathing in sharply. "I'm not afraid to make you hate me when I punish you. Remember, your ass is mine tonight." I looked up at him apologetically, his hard cock still halfway in my mouth. He smiled, and I closed my eyes and sucked him back down my throat. He kept his hands in my hair as I worked up and down his shaft again. The cool air of the room was getting to me as my dampness below chilled my lips. I wanted to touch myself but my restraints limited my reach. I looked up at him again; he was watching me with an almost evil satisfaction on his face. I shuddered as my clit began throbbing harder. Tightening his grip on my hair, he pulled my mouth off of him and jerked me up off the floor. I stood facing him, hands zip tied in front of me, naked and vulnerable, just how he wanted me. He looked me over again, a hand reaching between my thighs to check on my arousal. His fingers on my swollen mound made me moan, and he slipped his finger inside my tight hole again. I wanted to melt into him at his touch; his firm grip on my hair restricted my movements. He leaned toward my parted lips and kissed me slowly, his tongue teasing my lips before he pulled away. He knew just what to do to me... I was pleasing him... He pulled his hand away from me, putting his finger in my mouth to suck my juices off. I had to admit I tasted good. He groaned as he moved his hands to my arms, turning me around. Pushing me against the bed he bent me over it, laying my bare chest down on my restrained arms and parting my legs with one of his. I felt nervous as his hands grabbed each of my ass cheeks, massaging them. He groaned as he moved his hands over them, then suddenly his hands were gone and after a moment I felt a sting on my right cheek as he smacked my ass with the belt from his jeans. I winced, trying to get up from the bed but he had anticipated my resistance and moved behind me, holding me down with his other hand. I relaxed as I noticed more thunder and lightning out of the window. I knew I had to obey. He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling only my head up off of the bed. "Don't move," he said. "You can't use your teeth on my dick without punishment. Now it will just be worse for you." He pushed my head back down onto the bed as his hands moved back to my ass. He found my panties again and shoved them back in my mouth. I closed my eyes and listen to the thunder outside as he continued to whip me. I had never been treated like this before, but as much as my ass was stinging and the tears were streaming from my eyes I was still aroused. I knew he would fuck me and the anticipation was all I needed to get me through the assault on my ass. I could feel his body shaking from excitement behind me as he ceased my punishment and started feeling my rosy red cheeks. I could barely tell he was touching me they were so sore. He bent down and kissed each one before rolling me over and pushing me up farther on the bed, moving my hands back up over my head. He knelt down at the edge of the bed, lifting my legs and pushing them up and apart as far as he could and held them there. His warm breath on my exposed wet pussy made me shiver. I watched him as his face got closer; sticking his tongue out he licked my wet hole for a taste of me before meeting my gaze. I couldn't see his mouth but his eyes told me he was smiling devilishly. I held my breath waiting for more. He didn't make me wait long. I could hear him groan as his tongue dove inside me. I was holding my breath again, not wanting anything to distract me from the amazing sensations down below. I couldn't move against his face since he was holding my legs apart but I wanted to force him deeper inside me. My entire body shook with pleasure as he tongue fucked me, like I had never been before. My orgasm was slow building; he took his time with me, making me want to beg him to let me cum. Soon I arched my back and when it spilled over I screamed into my panties. He didn't stop or slow down, coaxing more of my juices to pour out of me as my orgasm peaked and slowly faded away. He stood up and watched me for a moment, my heart pounding as my breathing returned to normal. I wanted more, but I knew he was only going to give me what he wanted to give me. Grabbing me by my bound arms he pulled me up from the bed and turned me around, removed my panties from my mouth and pushed my face back down into the covers, my sore ass straight up in the air. He knelt down and slowly eased my legs apart, running a finger up my slit and causing me to twitch. I felt rope going around each of my ankles as I laid there on my arms. I was getting tied to the feet of the bed. My fear returned once again but my excitement was rising. I couldn't leave. He had me right where he wanted me. And I loved it. Suddenly I could feel the head of his dick rubbing up and down my wet slit and resting between my cheeks as he leaned over me. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he ran his hand slowly down my spine, causing goosebumps to rise across my skin. "Yes, sir," I replied. "Ask me nicely," he whispered over me, his hand finding the back of my neck. "Please will you fuck me...fuck me hard?" I begged. I wanted to see his controlling gaze but couldn't turn my head any further. His answer came as he moved his dick to my wet hole in slid it in deep, gripping my neck with both hands. I moaned as I felt him stretching my insides for the first time and I shivered with pleasure. He pulled back out and thrust his dick inside me harder, finding his rhythm. My red ass jiggled against him as he pounded me repeatedly. He was hurting me and it felt so good. I could feel an orgasm building inside me again as I laid there, held down by the neck, getting the best fuck of my life. I turn my head and screamed into the bed covers as I came, his dick continuing the assault on my pussy. While my orgasm subsided he pounded me harder, filling my throbbing pussy with his cum. After a moment he released my neck and pulled out of me, letting our juices run out of my pussy and down my legs. I continued laying on the bed motionless as I heard him gather his clothes. Sore ass, cum filled pussy, tied to a bed naked. Satisfied. After pulling his jeans up I could see him holding a camera toward me, the flash going off a few times as he took pictures of my naked body. I heard his knife click open and he cut the ropes binding my ankles to the bed, rolling me over to cut the zip tie around my wrists. I sat up on the bed, rubbing my wrist as he finished buttoning his jeans and lifted my chin with his finger. He kissed my lips softly, teasingly, pulling back from my face too soon. "See you later," he grinned at me as he turned to leave the room. My eyes followed him out the door until it latched. I collapsed back on the messy bed. Walking was not an option just now.