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Submissive Squared

By: SplendidSpunk



(This story will be the result of the combined efforts of LittleOne14385 and myself. We started with a basic premise and then each of us fleshed it out. At this time neither of is sure how good, bad or indifferent it will be. We do hope that it finds favor with some of our readers).

My name is Donna. I am twenty-six years old and married to Brian. We have been married now for five years and what I am about to relate to you begins somewhere towards the end of our second year of marriage.

I am what you might call a petite woman. I am only five feet tall and I try to keep my weight above ninety pounds. Yes I am what most of you would call "lucky" in that I have to eat a good deal in order to maintain my weight. So while my girlfriends munch on salad with dressing on the side, I wolf down burgers with all the fixings and large orders of fries. The word "diet" is never seen on my menu. My body though small is well proportioned, my breasts (tits if you prefer) are a B cup and my bottom (ass) is nicely rounded. I exercise to keep my body firm. I have dark black hair that I keep short because I like being able to get up and go without a lot of fuss. I use minimal make as well.

I work for a consulting firm and have been with them since college. I enjoy the job and over my time there I have received a few promotions and steady complements on my performance.

Brain's work is more physical as he works construction. He enjoys using his hands and the work keeps him fit and in shape. He's taller then I (Isn't everyone?). He stands five foot eleven inches and like me he is slender. While he is muscled it is his brain that makes him successful in his job. Like me his hair is black and his eyes are blue. I fell in love with him and after dating for a year we moved in together for about six months before deciding to "make it legal".

Brian was always a considerate tender lover. His cock was normal, about six inches in length when hard and sufficiently thick enough to give me all the pleasure I could absorb. Up until that time late in our second year of marriage we were in all ways, a normal married couple. We expected some day to have children but wanted to secure ourselves financially first. We were in love, we were both intelligent and we were both successful in our careers.

So what happened? At that time my job had me traveling from time to time on assignments. I'd usually be gone no longer then a day or two depending on the distance. My objective was to either receive instructions on what a client wanted or to deliver the results on our consulting efforts. After one such trip I came home to an empty house, evidently Brian was either still working or had run some errands. I was not, at that time concerned. As I was unpacking my bag I heard Brian's cell phone chirp and I laughed at how he must have forgotten his phone again. I often teased him about it saying 'what good is having a cell phone if you don't keep it with you?' I looked over on the dresser and gasped as I saw a picture appear on his screen. It was a photo of a naked woman, tied up in ropes, her legs forced wide apart by ropes and she was being fucked. She seemed to be in the throes of orgasm but what really got to me was that the man fucking this hog-tied blonde was Brian. Below the photo was a message. 

"Thank you Sir"

A name ended the message - Sandy

I felt the blood drain from my head and I plopped down on the bed. My marriage was over my husband was a cheating bastard. Tears fell from my eyes and I could not get the image of my husband and that bitch out of my head. I sat for a long time reviewing the whole thing and who I needed to see, certainly a divorce lawyer. Brian returned about an hour after my discovery and by that time I was thinking more rationally. Perhaps the marriage could be saved, maybe it was just a mistake and I was taught to forgive. At the time I didn't see how I could. Eventually I elected to see how honest about this Brian was, to find out the why of it. I didn't want names or details I wanted only to know why. I figured if I knew why, perhaps we had a chance to save what we had. I wasn't ready to just walk away, not unless the why of it was such that I had no choice. I walked downstairs, Brian's cell in my pocket.

"Hey Donna, your home earlier than I expected. Sorry I wasn't here to greet you, stopped off for a few beers with the guys."

He said as he walked to me and gave me a hug. I responded as best as I could, not wanting to allow him to suspect my anger and fear.

"Brian, you know that's OK. I got lucky and no delays in the flight smooth early landing and the traffic was great. It's good to be home."

I said as we finished our embrace.

"Have you eaten?"

He asked and I shook my head no.

"Let's go out and grab some dinner!"

I knew I could not wait to find out what I needed to know and I did not want to do this in public. So I looked him in the eye and said.

"Sandy?"

I could swear his face paled but he recovered swiftly and played dumb.

"Who?"

I admit I lost a bit of my control and snapped.

"You know Sandy! The blonde you were fucking!"

He stared at me, surely wondering how his secret was out, yet I saw determination and defiance in his eyes.

"Me? Fucking someone named Sandy? Donna I would never..."

I could not let him finish so I slipped his cell out of my pocket and brought up the photo and said.

"You forgot your fucking cell phone again Sir!"

Then I walked back to our (or was it to be my) bedroom. The next part was his he needed to come to me, to explain the why and to ask forgiveness. I'd give him a few minutes and then if he failed to come to me, I would start packing his things.

After alternating between sitting on the bed and pacing the floor for what felt like an hour, he finally joined me. I was shocked to find him shirtless and barefoot, wearing only his business slacks unbuttoned at the waist with his belt hanging unbuckled as well. This lit my fuse anew and in a venomous tone I spat at him, 

"I don't know what the fuck you're aiming at here, but if you think for one second..."

"Shut up, Donna."

He ordered me in a tone so sharp it gave me reason to pause and fall silent.

"Sit on the bed, we have a few things to discuss." 

I rolled my eyes.

"Well I'll say."

But his resulting glare was so reproachful that I plopped down, shut my mouth, and I almost felt the need to apologize. This change in his demeanor was disorienting, as we'd always been polite enough to one another. Even when we argued he was always the one who kept a clear head, the one who would walk away and give us both some needed space. I'd never known this side of my husband and I didn't know what to make of it. Nonetheless, he began to speak again,

"That's what your problem is, Donna, you always have something sarcastic to say, have you ever considered that the sexiest quality in a woman is when she is demure and compliant?" 

"Brain have you considered that to a woman the sexiest thing a man can be is faithful?"

I couldn't help it when my temper flared as he referred again to my problem I knew it. He was going to try and blame this on me and make it my fault that he had an affair! At this point I was not ready to make that mistake.

As he opened his mouth to respond I held up a hand.

"No of course you haven't." 

He stared at the carpet feeling chided and as angry tears filled my eyes I asked him in a tiny voice filled with all of my fears,

"Why Brian, why didn't you talk to me instead of seeking out some other woman's bed, and God knows what else?"

He sighed and when he finally answered his tone was kinder.

"I tried Donna, but given our vanilla sexual history I assumed you freak out and think I was some type of pervert. And I didn't seek her out, not initially." 

Out of my own morbid sense of curiosity I heard myself ask.

"How did you meet her? Was it through one of those freaky adult communities on the Internet?" 

I made quotation symbols with my fingers in the air and even I heard the bite in my question. 

"No Donna!" 

He answered in the same patronizing tone that one would use when speaking to a petulant child. 

"Like I said, I didn't go looking for her. She is a consulting corporate engineer on a high level project at work for which I am the project manager." 

'Sounds more like a buy one get one free tramp from the nearest street corner' I thought bitterly but didn't speak the words aloud and he continued on in his tale, oblivious to my wayward thoughts.

"We'd been working on this project for a three months straight, day in and day out when we decided to go out for drinks after an especially long and trying day and she invited me back to her place. At that point you and I'd both become preoccupied with our business obligations, advancing our careers and to be honest the vanilla sex we were having wasn't an issue for me. I'll admit it, I was thinking with the wrong brain. Sandy showed me the pleasures of exercising my long time desire to dominate in the bedroom. What can I say? She's gorgeous, submissive as fuck, and I'm a red-blooded man with desires that are not being met in this marriage. Since that first night we've meeting at least once per week to scene, fuck, or whatever may happen." 

He caught the murderous gleam in my eye and before he could stop me.

"So let me get this straight? You have a sexual fantasy that you 'can't share' with your wife! You say I'll think you're a sexual pervert! Then some fucking bitch says tie me up and fuck me and it's my fault?"

"Now don't look at me like that, you can't tell me that sub-two minutes of boring vanilla sex is enough to leave you fulfilled sexually."

I felt awash with anger and fraught with the embarrassment and the knowledge that he was right about the two-minute drill as I often referred to it. I just didn't see the same emptiness in our marriage. There was some truth to our career ambitions and I began to think that there was some truth to Brian's words, But still I felt as though he was placing all of the blame on me for this entire mess, namely for his choices and I could no longer stay silent. 

"Well of course, you're working together so I guess it wouldn't be a stretch to see why you'd be tying her up and fucking her, it's a regular requirement of the job!" 

He gave an exasperated sigh and turned to leave the room. Suddenly my anger evaporated and I was overwhelmed with the fear that if he left now not only would he be going to seek her out, I felt that I would lose him forever; and for whatever reason I felt the desire to fight for all of the things no matter how small that I loved about our relationship. It was that desire that caused me to cry out after him and leap up from my place on the bed.

"Brian, wait! I don't want this to end on sarcasm." 

When he froze in the doorway, his form rigid his head turned back towards me.

"Are you willing to stop with this woman? Are you willing to try to save this marriage? Do you love me?"

"Are you willing..."

I cut him off he was after all the philanderer.

"Answer those questions then I will answer yours Brian, Please!"

"Yes I love you. Yes I am willing to try to save our marriage and the woman in question has returned to her home office that is over. To answer your question though yes I would be wiling to stop with that woman."

I believed him and decided that I now needed to make an offer to help the both of us.

I stumbled on legs made of rubber toward him.

"Tell me about your fantasy and tell me what I need to learn to be your submissive, please."

He laughed aloud at my offer.

"You're kidding me right? There is not a single submissive bone in your entire body."

As I felt my own desperation building I took hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

"Please Brian, I asked to stay away from the sarcasm. Every one has submissive trait, just not necessarily in the bedroom as a sex play. You're right I have not exhibited those traits, I can try and I promise that I will try. I know it's not my typical cup of tea but I can learn. I am willing to do this to keep you because I love you. I or we have invested time and energy in our relationship. I don't want to just toss it. Do you?"

His eyes were still guarded but I could see arousal burning in his eyes. I decided to take that as a yes, so I reached my free hand for the zipper of his trousers but he grabbed my hand and smiled, 

"Nah-ah-ah Donna dear, that's only for good girls. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

My nerves over having no frame of reference for this type of thing built a heavy lump in my throat and I swallowed hard and nodded. 

"Yes. Should I be on my knees? Do you want to tie me up? I want to try this please help me!"

Without another word He pulled me to stand and firmly yanked my pencil skirt up over my hips revealing the lacy tops and garter belts of my nude nylons. Pulling my lacy thong underwear down to my knees he pointed to the bed and I waddled my way over to it before awkwardly climbing up on top of it. When I began crawling my way toward the pillows he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed toward him. 

Removing his belt he finally spoke, and his voice was noticeable gruffer than before.

"Donna, you have been bad and you have displayed behavior very unbecoming of a lady, much less my submissive. I will spank you ten times and after each swat I want you to count each one aloud. To voice your understanding simply answer.

"Yes, Sir." 

The idea of a spanking made me incredibly nervous but I knew this was a breaking point, if I were to refuse everything I knew of our life together would be over. That itself gave me the courage I needed to nod and respond with a shaky voice.

"Yes, Sir."

He placed his hand on the small of my back making me jump and said in praise. 

"Good girl."

I had not been spanked since my childhood years and the very idea had a knot building in my stomach. When the first blow landed it took me by surprise at how much it hurt. I blinked furiously struggling to stay in place. Then I remembered I was supposed to be counting.

"One."

I said aloud. 

The second and third blows came in quick succession and were harder than the first. 

"Two...three..." 

I grunted out the counts. 

By the time the fourth blow landed I was counting through my teeth.

"Four." 

And the pain continued on. 

Steadily the intensity increased as the heavy leather belt found its purchase on my skin again and again, 

"Five, six, and seven..." 

By the eighth blow tears were streaming but I fought to keep them at bay and by the time ninth, then the tenth blow landed my face was soaked in my tears and I screamed out the word. 

"TEN!" 

Afterward, when he placed the palm of his hand against the curve of my stinging ass I whimpered and almost screamed out of reflex but I bit my lip hard until I tasted blood. 

"You did well, Donna. How was that for you?" 

I paused for a few moments trying to restrain the sarcastic quip that threatened to tumble from my lips. Instead I answered honestly.

"It hurt."

"Thank you for your respectful honesty, do you feel any reactions in your body beside the obvious pain?"

I didn't stop to think and my immediate response was a very quick.

"No." 

But in response he slid his hand downward and invaded my quivering pussy with two of his large fingers without pretense. 

"Oh Donna, honey, that's where I think you're wrong. Do you feel this?" 

He moved his fingers in a wide circle inside of me and I couldn't do anything to restrain the moan that drifted from my lips. He crooned.

"Oh yes, you do, there's no denying that." 

He continued his rhythm until I begin rocking my hips in time with his movement, and he groaned. Unzipping his trousers he pulled down the zipper and let them fall away and stopped his ministrations. 

"Move forward on the bed."

He commanded and I obeyed without question moving forward to make room for him on the mattress. Within moments I felt the head of his erect penis, poised at the entrance to my pussy and without preamble he slammed his hips into mine and I moaned loudly in response. 

Pulling my hips back he leaned his torso over against my back and began to thrust his erection in and out of me without any sense of restraint. Reaching around me with one hand he began to roughly grope my breasts, pinching and pulling on my nipples in an alternating pattern until I was panting. 

"That's right Donna, it feels good to give up control doesn't it?" 

My head was spinning with the over stimulation which flooded me, from my aching nipples, the tender chafing slap of my sore ass as his hips slammed into my abused pussy. I had never experienced sensation like this and I soon I felt a tidal wave begin to build inside of me. He sat up on his knees and continued to pound me further. He pushed me even further when he put his thumb first into his mouth then inserted it into my asshole. 

I couldn't stand it any longer and I crumbled under the weight of my orgasm, screaming wantonly until the waves began to subside. He waited until I began to breathe again and he removed his thumb and his drained cock from inside of me. 

"So what do you think, Donna? Are you willing to submit?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I said in the aftermath of the orgasm still rolling through me. Orgasms were not unique in our "vanilla" sex, but this was a significantly more powerful one, even if the actual fucking was still within the confines of the "two minute" drill. I stayed in position on the bed awaiting further commands from my Master (I really didn't know yet what to call Brian) but I watched as he tucked his spent cock into his pants and left me saying.

"I need a beer."

I felt I had disappointed him. I worried that I wasn't what he expected. Slowly I got up, wincing, as my ass was still sore from the spanking Brian had administered. My skirt fell back into place and my blouse, though never removed needed to be tucked back in. My panties were still around my knees so I let them fall to the ground and kicked them off. I felt a bit of a delicious thrill standing there without panties and feeling Brian's ejaculate ooze onto my thighs. I followed Brian and found him with a beer in his hands watching Sports Center.

"Are you hungry?"

I asked.

"Are you hungry SIR?"

Brian said to me without even looking up at me.

"Are you hungry Sir?"

"Yes I am bitch. Go make me some dinner and bring it to me, but first I need another cold one."

"Yes Sir."

I served him his beer and dinner and then more beer throughout the evening and although he referred to me as 'bitch' or 'slut' a few times, it was obvious the sex was over for the night. I asked him.

"Sir, may I take a shower and do a little work on my laptop?"

His response was very condescending and I thought cruel.

"Yeah I'm done with you tonight."

After my shower I booted up my laptop but instead of work, I decided to learn about the Dom/Sub lifestyle so I could better prepare for what I needed to know to please Brian. I'll admit there was a lot of information and really no one singular type of Dom/Sub lifestyle. In fact there was a wide range of experiences some very severe some mild. I was confused as to where Brian wanted me, so I tried to seek out the commonalities, the types of behavior a Sub might exhibit regardless of the severity of the situation. I learned that referring to one's Dom as Master or Sir was common and made a point to always call Brian Sir, as he had used that very term.

I learned also that a lot of submissive women (yes I learned that some men took up that roll too) were often denied the use of under ware, no panties or bras. Also that they were required to wear dresses or skirts so that their sex was always available to their Master. I felt myself getting quite wet thinking about being at work or out to dinner with Brian and basically naked under my dress or skirt. I began to rub my pussy as I read and wondered if I was allowed this pleasure as many Masters liked to control their subs orgasms. Well Brian hadn't gotten that far so I brought myself to orgasm.


Submissive Squared Ch. 02



I sat in my car still in the parking garage for a long while staring at the envelope Mr. Bennett had given me. Any woman loved gifts but I had a strong inkling that this gift was beyond the standard thank you card. Taking a deep breath I tore the end off of the envelope and emptied its contents into my palm, a solitary glossy card the size of a post card. Holding it up I read aloud:

"A Woman's Touch Spa"

This certificate entitles the undersigned, Mrs. Donna Ellis to the full extent of services included within our Platinum Touch Executive Business Package. Services for Business Packages are rendered by appointment only, please call your spa concierge Brenda, at 1-TOUCHES during regular business hours between 7:00 am and 5:00 pm Monday through Friday. We look forward to serving your every need.

When I finished reading I dropped the card into my lap as if it had burned my fingertips, and then I picked it up and read it over again. Just the very idea of my new boss spending such an exorbitant amount made me feel both priceless and somewhat bothered. What was this gift meant to imply? What did he expect from me in return? I decided that for the moment it wasn't meant to infer anything and I would just ask him about it in the morning. If he did in fact intend it as a way to buy me off in some way I would simply return it to him and that would be that. Stuffing the certificate back into the envelope I slid it in the side pocket inside my purse and vowed not to think about it again until the following morning when I could speak to Mr. Bennett.

Once that was accomplished I pulled my car from the parking space and out of the garage, heading for home. While sitting in rush hour traffic, I was left with time to think and it drew my attention to the pulse throbbing in my groin. I ached for release and the idea that Brian was at home waiting for me excited me even more. My fingers slipped down, reaching below the hem of my skirt and trailed in the moisture pooling in my core. The lips of my pussy were slick and I found my mind was bombarded with memories from the first encounter I'd had with domination; the night that Brian had spanked me with his belt then fucked me from behind, his hips slapping against the tender flesh of my ass. 

Then without warning the images changed, instead of kneeling on our bed at home, I saw myself stretched over the heavy mahogany desk of Mr. Jeremiah Bennett. My legs stood straight and open wide, and I was holding skirt up high around my waist revealing my naked ass to the heat of Mr. Bennett's large palm as he spanked me. My blouse was unbuttoned and un-tucked, and my lacy camisole was pulled down leaving my bare breasts crushed again the cold glossy wood of his desk. Time after time he firmly smacked my ass as I gripped the opposite end of the desk's edge and counted out loud in a voice thick with arousal as he drove me headlong toward an intense orgasm. 

Suddenly the moment evaporated, as I was startled into the present by the blaring honking of car horn from behind me. I realized that traffic had moved on without me and I was blocking the flow of traffic while I sat daydreaming. Taking a deep breath through my nose I put my foot on the gas and the car surged forward forcing me to slam on the brakes winning even more popularity votes from the perturbed drivers behind me.

Waving a quick apology I eased the car forward and soon I was flowing with traffic again all the while chastising myself. 'That's not real Donna he's your boss. Brian is your husband Mr. Bennett is your boss. Your Dominant is Brian, Mr. Bennett is your boss.' 

I recited this mantra the entire way home and thought about how my role with Brian had changed so little. Thinking back to my research I recalled how some submissive women were made to kneel at their Master's feet, knees spread, skirt high to display her cunt naked and blouse open to offer her tits. Deciding even as I pulled her car into the garage at home and gathering my purse and stepping inside that I would try that to see if Brian would take his role as Master more seriously and often. After hanging my keys by the door I set my purse on the counter and went in search of Brian. The sounds of the television carried from the living room but before walking in I decided to up the ante a little bit. Gripping the waist of my skirt I folded it over twice, shortening the hem by at least 2 inches until only about a half inch hid my pussy. Then I unbuttoned my blouse so the curves of my naked breasts would be on display. Once I was confident that I'd be impossible to ignore I stepped into the living room and moved to stand in front of the chair where Brian sat, beer in hand. 

"You're late, where the hell have you been?"

He grumbled sourly. 

I hadn't expected his rebuff but I tried to keep my tone kind.

"I'm sorry Sir, my new boss held me over today. Would Sir like to punish his slut for her mistake?" 

He took in my obviously slutty appearance with a bored expression and without any real reaction he took a swig of his beer and returned his gaze to the television show.

"Go make dinner, slut." 

I turned and walked back into the kitchen, completed deflated at his lack of reaction for me. After pouring my frustration into cooking for the both of us I removed every remaining piece of clothing on my body, with the exception of my tall black pumps, and carried his dish to him. When I reached him, I placed the plate on his side table and lowered myself to my knees parting my thighs widely so my nakedness would be in full view. 

"Here is your dinner Sir, I hope that Sir is pleased with your slut's efforts." 

Eyeing the food he pulled it onto his lap, only casting a fleeting glance over my naked and kneeling form as he then continued to eat without any regard for me. When he was done eating he replaced his plate on the footrest and again returned his attention to the mindless chatter coming from the television. Taking the plate I strode angrily into the kitchen and allowed the plate to clatter in the sink. Gathering my courage I stomped purposefully back into the living and deposited myself to block his line of sight, with my thighs parted so that he could only view the screen between them.

"Does Sir not desire his slut at all tonight? I'm here for you to fuck and use as you please Sir, I only beg of you to make use of me." 

As he glanced at me he seemed to finally take notice of my naked form as his eyes lingered over my sodden pussy and bare breasts. 

"Okay." 

He started and my heart stopped in my chest in anticipation.

"I will use you slut, go into the bedroom and kneel by the door as you did a few moments ago when you delivered my meal. Chest out, fingers interlocked behind your head, and thighs parted. Remain there until I come to you and I will make good use of you tonight." 

I couldn't seem to get to the bedroom fast enough and after a quick curtsy I said.

"Thank you Sir, I will wait for you as you command until you come to me." 

I stumbled over my own two feet and scurried into the bedroom dropping quickly onto the carpet facing the door in the exact position Sir had commanded. 

There I sat until my knees became sore and the muscles in my shoulders and back began to cramp when my resolve finally began to waiver. Still I fought to maintain control repeating to myself all the while that I must maintain my composure and be a good slut for Sir so I remained for another hour still, listening to the clock on the dresser ticket incessantly; when I finally decided to go and check on Brian. I found him slumped in his arm chair snoring loudly and the moment I decided that he wouldn't be coming to bed and I stomped angrily back to the bedroom. After removing my heels and climbing in between the sheets I tumbled into a very restless sleep. 

The following morning I rose much earlier than needed and took a bit too much time in the shower; first washing and re-washing my body with the sweet smelling foam from my loofa, then conditioning my hair not once but twice then rinsing it slowly under the hot steamy spray. Once the water had begun to cool I stepped out on to the bathmat and dried my body, then wrapped my hair in a towel and stepped into the closet to decide what I would wear.

Even with all my procrastination, I still arrived at my desk far too early and so I allowed myself a few minutes of peace to center myself. So I sat with my knees together and my palms at my knees and spoke quietly to myself. 'Okay Donna, you have to keep it together. It was a daydream and nothing more this man is your boss and not your Dominant. Focus on doing your job and everything will be just fine.' My meditations were interrupted as the office door opened and Mr. Bennett stepped inside. I rose quickly and intercepted his coat and briefcase, storing them beside my desk in the corner and moved to stand before his desk with a pen and notepad in hand. My face heated as I remember my fantasies of being stretched over the top of his desk as he spanked me thoroughly. 

"Good morning Donna, I trust you had a pleasant evening."

My blush deepened and I rolled my eyes, almost blurting out a snide comment about how unfulfilling it was only to catch him watching me then decided otherwise.

"I enjoyed some quiet time alone Sir, so that was pleasant. How about you, Sir?" 

His eyes assessed me coolly but didn't press me further.

"It was pleasant enough, shall we begin our day?' 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Wonderful." 

He smiled.

"You will to review the three reports on your desk but also correspond with our receptionist Allison to ensure that I have the required updates for my meeting this afternoon. Do you understand these assignments, Donna?" 

"I do, yes Sir." 

And with my notes in hand I moved to return to my desk only to be stopped again. 

"Oh, and Donna, one more thing." 

Without pause I turned again.

"Sir?" 

"Did you open the reward I left you with yesterday?" 

"I did, Sir." 

I answered staring at my toes. 

"And what were your thoughts?" 

"I can't accept such an extravagant gift, Sir. It's far too much." 

"What makes you think that, Donna dear?" 

His endearment for me threw me off and I stammered. 

"Well Sir, it's far too expensive. Not to mention their hours are not conducive with business hours and I'm sure that it would not be appropriate to for me to..."

"Donna."

He interrupted me without explanation. 

"I'm well aware of the salon's business hours. You need to begin to obey my commands, but I'll allow you a little more time to get accustomed. I would have explained all this during the interview if you hadn't insisted on bragging about you married life. Now this gift is something that the company provides everyone in the executive office. When we meet with clients, we need to look our best. The spa will provide manicures, facials, massages and even handle cutting hair. It's important that we all look our best at this level of interaction with the clients. I expect you to go and take advantage of this as soon as they can fit you in, it's a business function so just let me know when you're scheduled."

"That sounds wonderful, thank you Sir." 

"I trust that you will enjoy it thoroughly, and I hope to be able to reap the rewards of that enjoyment." 

I wanted to ask what he meant by that last statement but he'd already returned to his reading so I also returned to mine, only half able to focus upon the reports. 

I found that Allison was easy enough to work with although she seemed to be a little bit clueless and I could see where Mr. Bennett preferred having a go between. Throughout the day I found myself purposefully bending over or stretching to lean over the desk in front of him and the way that his eyes lingered over my form only heightened my excitement. 

At 12:45pm he interrupted my reading.

"Donna gather your purse, you will be joining me for lunch this afternoon." 

His commanding tone was such a turn on that I responded quickly and marked my progress point before closing the report and standing with my purse on my shoulder. 

Half an hour later we were settled into a quiet booth in a nearby Mediterranean restaurant and as I had never tried this type of cuisine I acquiesced as he offered to order for us both. After he'd placed our orders for a selection of dishes he focused his attention on me. 

"Donna! Since you felt so compelled to tell me about your married life and lifestyle I have to ask you about your husband. I want to know more about your demi-Dominant?" 

"Demi-Dominant, Sir?" 

He smiled patronizingly.

"Demi as in less than or sub-par with expectation." 

"Oh."

And as much as I wanted to become defensive again the throbbing between my thighs made is presence more prevalent and I knew that my defense was shallow if not non-existent. Squirming in my seat, I pressed my thighs together and gave him a tight smile. 

"What exactly did you want to know, Sir?"

"My interest is not in what he's done, Donna, but rather in what he is not doing."

I was confused he said in the office that I messed up my interview bragging about my lifestyle now he is asking me to confide more. Yet he was right, Brian was what he called 'demi dominant' but as much as I felt like evading the answer, the look in his eyes told me he would see through me.

"He's not doing much at all Sir."

Maybe that would end this.

"So last nights 'quiet time' means he continues to ignore you. I bet you even tried something new, something you read about. Am I right?"

Damn, I was already damp now I feel my pussy throbbing as this handsome domineering man is pushing me to talk 'out loud' about my bedroom issues with my husband. I tried.

"Sir, this is all pretty personal. I know I said some things earlier that I now realize went too far, but I prefer to stop doing that."

"Donna, if you recall I told you I needed an assistant who would obey me. I didn't have the time in my day to reason out every thought or command. You personal life is on the table because you put it there. I need to know because it might affect your ability to do as I say. So answer the question and stop pretending you're not bothered about you marriage."

I was finding it difficult to convince myself that he was intrusive and a large part of me wanted to tell him. Feeling now almost as submissive as I wanted to be with Brian I said.

"I adopted the submissive pose for him and he fell asleep. Sir"

I hung my head, embarrassed and ashamed both at my failure with Brian and my openness with my boss.

"Is that the one where you're on your knees, legs spread, naked and hands laid palm up on your thighs?" 

OH god is this happening. Why am I so wet now?

"Yes Sir."

"He fell asleep? You have got to be kidding me."

Oh my I didn't think I could be more humiliated then I was but his response really made me feel impotent. At the same time my pussy was throbbing now and if that didn't stop this could get out of hand.

"Sir, he looked interested at first and told me to go wait for him in the bedroom, in the submissive pose."

"Let me guess! You waited for a while then found him asleep, totally forgetting or purposely ignoring you right?"

I had been mad but assumed Brian just got drunk and passed out, I had not thought that he might have done all that on purpose and a tear ran down my cheek.

"Yes Sir!"

My voice croaked as I uttered those two words, realizing how insufficient I must be to Brian. What a useless, sexless woman I must be.

"Donna now stop the tears, be a woman and come to grips. What are you going to do with this situation, are you going to be able to do this job?"

I needed the relief of going to work and as difficult as Jeremiah can be, it was exciting and I was enjoying his praise from time to time even if he seemed a bit intrusive today.

"God yes Sir. This job is wonderful. Please Sir, give me a chance!"

"Donna your job is safe, but I think you need to come to grips with Brian if you're going to fulfill the duties and responsibilities I will demand of you."

"Yes Sir. I'll work that out Sir, my home life I mean."

"I'm going to give you some help Donna. I suspect that your husband is probably getting his needs from somewhere else. The company retains a very discreet firm of investigators. I will assign them the task of seeing if this is true or if your husband is just an idiot to be ignoring you when you offer yourself so completely."

Did I want to know if Brian was still cheating? Yes I did! Was it proper to have my boss involved? Well I had no idea how to do it and still work. I needed to know.

"Sir, Thank you Sir! I am sorry to be such a needy girl Sir!"

"It's in the company's interest Donna. I need you ready to do what your told when your told, I don't want you sitting at your desk wondering about why your husband won't fuck you."

I hung my head at that. I was once again ashamed that I seemed incapable of exciting a man. Although it was the last thing I wanted to hear, I hoped Brian was cheating again, at least I would know that it wasn't that I was unexciting, it was that he would be just a weak man as Jeremiah had alluded.

We returned to work and that night at home I decided not to butt my head against the Brian wall and just ignored him. He seemed pleased not to have to deal with me. I showered and went to bed. 

I went to work the next day and called when the spa opened to see about an appointment and was told to be there at one that afternoon. It seems my boss put me on a priority. As I left for my appointment I let my boss know I was on my way and he looked at me and said.

"Promise me you'll relax and put yourself into their hands Donna."

Jokingly I said.

"Is that an order Sir?"

He didn't smile but he stared at me a moment then grinned and said. 

"You know my rule about obedience Donna!"

As I made the 20-minute drive across town my mind was spinning with the unknown possibilities of what I may find upon my arrival at the salon. I'd never really had much more pampering outside of the occasional manicure and I couldn't really wrap my mind around what all would be appropriate for someone of "an executive level" such as Mr. Bennett has suggested to me previously. If I were honest with myself, I knew that I would ultimately do whatever he asked of me, but the really intriguing part is that he never asked me. He never gave me the option to decline in fact he refuses to entertain even the notion. 

Eventually I pulled into the parking lot of a large complex of tan stucco buildings, sitting atop manicured grounds and I had to admit I was impressed. Pulling into an open spaced in the "reserved for customers" parking just outside the door, I climbed out and walked inside on rubbery knees. As I approached the door a young man dressed in a crisp white polo, which boasted the company logo ' A Woman's Touch' and pressed khaki pants rushed out and held the door open for me. 

"Good afternoon!" 

He chimed, a little too brightly and he flashed me a smile of brilliantly white teeth, which even stood out more against the artificially tanned tone of his skin and his bleached blonde hair. I almost wrote him off, as completely fake but his eyes were kind so I smiled in return.

"Hello."

Once inside, he chirped!

"My name is Bryson, this way please." 

Then led me to a large marble counter just inside the entryway. 

"Now, how may we serve you this lovely afternoon?" 

I smiled indulgently at his syrupy sweet tone and decided to maintain a friendly tone. 

"My name is Mrs. Donna Ellis and I..." 

"Oh Mrs. Ellis! Why didn't you say so? Come right this way, Brenda is expecting you!" 

I shook my head as I thought, 'well if you'd allow me to say so, I would have', but then chose to remain silent and simply follow him instead. He strode quickly and I had to lightly jog to keep up with him as he breezed past a full waiting room of people reading magazines or staring at their phones as they waited for service apparently. It definitely made me feel elite. We wound our way through a maze of hallways and eventually he stopped at one of the many doors, which stood open and knocked lightly. A tall woman came to the door and smiled,




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"Yes Bryson?" 

Bryson ushered me forward.

"Your client Mrs. Ellis has arrived." 

Her gaze moved to my face and her smiled brightened beyond familiarity to one of professional courtesy, 

"Why hello Mrs. Ellis it's wonderful to meet you my name is Brenda and I'll be your beauty concierge for this afternoon. Thank you Bryson I will take over from here." 

I turned to thank Bryson but he was already striding away down the hallway. I paused mouth open and Brenda chuckled, as her smile was friendly again.

"Quick isn't he?" 

I laughed and nodded as she closed the door.

"Well do we have an afternoon planned for you Mrs. Ellis this is going to be an all-out day of pampering."

Her statement stopped me short.

"Well yes, I'm sure that it will be as I don't often have the opportunity for this type of thing. I could most definitely use a manicure and I wouldn't argue with a trim job." 

I said as I gestured toward my hair. 

"Oh yes, Mrs. Ellis, we will be covering that as well. I have you down for manicure, pedicure, deep tissue massage, arm leg and bikini waxes, haircut dye and style, as well as facial and ..."

My mind was spinning as I tried to process everything she was saying I finally had to stop her. 

"Are you sure this is all intended for me Brenda, I mean I was told this is just..."

"This is all what was scheduled for you based upon the package your company provides, per company management policy."

"Okay..." 

I nodded and smiled, deciding to just go along with this and enjoy every moment. 

"Great!" 

She chirped and clapped her hands together and reaching down she pulled a white linen robe from a nearby cabinet and laid it on the nearby counter.

"Now you will need to change. If you would remove all of you clothing, underwear included and dress in this robe I will return for you in just a few minutes."

She didn't give me a chance to ask questions and before I could blink she was gone. I stood for a moment staring at the door too nervous to undress but then finally decided that eventually she would return for me expecting me to be ready to begin. Taking a deep breath I removed my heels and blouse but while I stood bare-chested in the midst of unzipping my skirt the door opened and Brenda stepped inside.

"Now Mrs. Ellis, we are going to start...oh!"

I spread my hands over my naked breasts and blushed deeply. She ignored my embarrassment.

"Oh Mrs. Ellis don't worry honey, we all have them right? I'm not offended by nudity in fact by the time we're done today you likely won't be capable of blushing. Now we're going to go ahead and start with your hair, dying cutting and styling. So if you'll finish undressing I'll guide you that direction, unless you want to walk through the spa like that?"

I blushed again but quickly unzipped then stepped out of my skirt, giving Brenda a full on view of my naturally adorned pussy. She glanced over but didn't comment, and helped me into the robe. The fabric itself didn't cover much and left a majority of my legs bare. The hem dropped to just below my ass and I tugged on it nervously knowing that it would sway as I walked giving others a glimpse. The thin fabric as also rubbed against my nipples and they stood hard beneath it. Once I'd tied the rope at my waist Brenda led me out and down a different hallway to an intimate salon station. We passed the stylists chair and she brought me to a washing station. 

"Have a seat Mrs. Ellis."

Brenda gestured to the reclining chair and I sat, pressing my thighs together as I laid back and the fabric rode of further likely exposing my pussy to the view of anyone who might pass by. 

"Oh honey!"

She smiled.

"Don't worry about it this is my private sector so you don't have to worry about others seeing you and, I'm not offended by either. Just relax and enjoy yourself." 

I found her statement to be sort of off putting but I didn't say anything, not wanting to make the situation uncomfortable for the rest of our afternoon together. Brenda helped me scoot my behind backward and arrange my hair to hang over the edge of the washing sink. She turned on the water and adjusted the spray to a warm methodical flow. She soaked my hair and then applied first shampoo then conditioner.

The feeling of her massaging my scalp as she washed my hair was divine and I allowed my eyes to drift clothes, relishing in the feeling. I felt something brush my cheek and when I opened my eyes I was shocked to see Brenda's chest brushing against my face as she worked her hands through my hair. She leaned further and in turn pressed her breast against my face and I could smell the sweet floral scent of her perfume on the fabric of her silky blouse. I could feel her nipple harden against my cheek and I blushed as I felt moisture pool between my thighs unexpectedly. I had never felt this type of attraction as a reaction to a woman and I had no idea what to do with it. For the moment I chose to close my eyes and feign a sleep like daze allowing my mind to relish in the sensations her unknown caresses provided me. 

All too soon the wash and conditioning was over, although I did request that she double condition my hair to address a dry scalp issue that had recently arrived. 'Recently, as in this afternoon?' I thought but quickly dismissed it. We moved to the stylists chair and she made quick work of dying and highlighting my hair to a warmer hue of my natural shade accented with only a lighter shade of highlights in a complimenting tone. Once that was complete, and she thoroughly washed the dye from my hair she worked her sheers through my hair until it rested in a clean style with clean edges and bangs, which scooped down over my forehead on one side.

"Perfect."

Brenda said as she spun me in the chair to view her work. She hadn't asked me what I'd preferred in the way of cut or style but I found that the full yet shortened bob haircut she'd created made me feel fresh and sexy. 

She then led me to a new separate space and sat me in a large chair with a padded food rest. There was a pool filled with warm water at the base sat waiting. The water roiling steadily as it does in a hot tub. To the right of the chair a small framed oriental woman stood waiting. I sat and then Brenda gestured to her and immediately the woman took one of my hands. I thought Brenda would be leaving but she simply stepped away just far enough to grab a short rolling stool and returned, reaching for my feet. She placed them into the pool of water and I found warmth soothing, and I sighed as my eyes drifted closed and without realizing allowed my thighs to drift open. When I opened my eyes again I took notice of Brenda's gaze as she stared hungrily at my exposed sex. When she noticed me she shifted her attention to adjusting towels, which sat untouched on a nearby table. 

The unknown woman worked silently as she cleaned and clipped and buffed my nails to perfect half-moons then applied a clean French manicure design, clean white tips and a simple layer of white glitter over the white paint. I smiled as I watched the flecks glean in the light. During this time my feet soaked in the rolling pool until Brenda pulled them one at a time and rested them against the footrest as she first dried them in a fluffy towel and the clipped and buffed the toe nails before applying a similar dressing to my toenails. Once this was complete Brenda slipped a pair of memory foam flip flops over my freshly painted toes as not to damage the paint job then she helped me stand up and climb from the chair. It surprised me at just how shaky my legs had become and the warm slick sensation, which was building between my thighs as I walked back to the room where our encounter had originated. Once we were inside my nose tickled with the mixed aromas of jasmine vanilla and hot wax and Brenda urged me inside as she closed the door. 

"Now Mrs. Ellis, if you would please lie down on your back on the table with your head at the other end."

I climbed up and laid down on my back as instructed and Brenda moved to stand and bent over my face. Her fingers ran over my eyebrows inspecting them and I realized this would begin the waxing she mentioned before. I had done this before so I closed my eyes and patiently waited as she used the warm wax to shape them perfectly, her skill making the process relatively quick. However my eyes popped open as I felt her begin to untie my robe. She noticed my alarm.

"No worries, Mrs. Ellis, I need to wax your under arms. If you would please raise your arm for me." 

With my robe now off, I felt that my under arm hair was pretty well maintained so I lifted my arm and allowed to inspect my arm pit, removing any spare wisps that remained with the warm wax until she brushed her fingers over the flesh satisfied that nothing remained. She repeated this process with the other underarm and eventually she laid them back down at my sides. When I moved to pull my robe over myself once again she stopped me.

"Oh we're not nearly done Mrs. Ellis, please leave it off for me we still need to do your legs and bikini area."

Wait a minute

"My bikini area?"

I squeaked, unsure of how this related to my professional appearance at work, but I knew that Brenda wouldn't have any answers for me and she was only trying to do her job so I ignored my robe and in turn allowed her to tug, pull and position my legs as she applied wax in thin layers in eight inch segments at time then ripped it away with muslin fabric strips. With each ripping sensation I flinched but the pain wasn't unbearable. My skin was screaming by the time she had completed both legs and I was practically panting. 

When she pulled my thighs open and asked me to move my behind to the end of the table I shrank back unsure of what to expect from the bikini wax. Actually I could pretty well guess what to expect because I knew all too well the pain of waxing but I had never had my most sensitive bits waxed before. Brenda saw my concern and placed her hand on my inner thigh.

"Mrs. Ellis, don't worry, this will be intense but it's bearable. I promise to make this as quick, as I can and to be honest it shouldn't be anything you can't handle. Feel free to cry out if you need to, I know these are some of your most sensitive areas and I have to make sure we leave you entirely smooth." 

I couldn't speak, only nod, as she again reached for the wax. I closed my eyes and tried to keep breathing as she pulled my thigh up into the air and applied a generous amount of heated wax to the crease between my thigh and pussy and down my ass crack. I almost felt the urge to soak in the soothing sensation until I felt her press the muslin against the wax pressing it into place. Then came the most painful ripping sensation I'd ever felt and I screamed loudly unable to hold it back. My back arched and it took my breath away as I noticed her discard the soiled muslin. Before I could breathe again she was applying a fresh round of wax and I tried to stop her but she would not. 

"Now Mrs. Ellis, this process will be worse if we draw it out." 

As she spoke she ripped the freshly applied muslin and I screamed again. This process continued for what would be the most unbearable nine minutes of my life as I screamed and squirmed and Brenda continued to torment my throbbing pussy and asshole. Once she was done she inspected her work and felt she was satisfied with the result, she coated her hands in oil and worked them firmly against my screaming flesh. I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped my lips as the jasmine vanilla oil soothed my flesh. Her hand ground in a little too harshly against my pussy and I felt the heel of her hand grinding against my clitoris all too briefly and then it was gone. 

She massaged my legs and feet with the oil as well, her fingers probing my tense muscles thoroughly in a mix of both pleasure and pain as my skin was still burning from the after effects of the wax. Once those were completely relaxed she moved her hands upward slowing massaging first one hip then the other, my abdomen, then over my breasts all too briefly then my shoulders and arms. Then she had me to flip over and she continued her ministrations over the backside of my body. Feeling her hands kneed into my shoulders and back made me melt into the table moaning lightly, as she continued to move down over the backs of my hamstrings and calves. But then she surprised me as she worked her hands back upward and squeezed the cheeks of my ass firmly, spreading my ass cheeks then bending over and closely examining my ass making is was clean and hairless. Then slid her right hand down between my thighs and nonchalantly massaged her fingertips against asshole and my clitoris. I immediately recoiled and began to sit up but she placed her other hand on the small of my back and cooed.

"No Mrs. Ellis, just enjoy it ma'am, this is a courtesy we extend to our executive customers; please orgasm at your leisure ma'am." 

As much as I'd wanted to fight, the tensions running through my body were focused on where she rubbed the apex of my thighs. I squirmed and only fought briefly until I found myself grinding my hips against her hand and gripping the edge of the table as I buried my face into the small pillow. 

"Oh....oh, please!" 

I mewled and she pressed more firmly down driving me to orgasm as she continued to rub, slipping two fingers inside of my sodden sex and her thumb into my asshole.

"Oooooh...ah, oh!"

I moaned openly and bucked against her as I came to a heady orgasm. As I came down from the high of my climax Brenda discreetly removed her hand and cleaned first it then my sex with a fluffy hand towel. I looked at her crotch directly but she balked.

"Oh no ma'am, it's a customer courtesy only. Please refer to the gift bag on the table here and then make your follow-up appointment at the front counter with Bryson. I thank you for letting me serve you ma'am." 

And with that Brenda was gone. Standing up shakily I retrieved the large gift bag from the counter and opened it to reveal soft package wrapped in white tissue paper. As I unwrapped it I discovered a separates set, a skirt and button down top if you will, both comprised entire of a rough unlined, deep ivory wool. Inside the neck of the top a note was found peeking out so I retrieved it and read the neatly scripted words:

"Mrs. Ellis, I trust that you have found today's treatments to your satisfaction. This is to be your assigned attire for work tomorrow. As per the usual, the previously understood requirements regarding undergarments will remain in place. Have a pleasant evening,

Mr. B"

His note confused me but still I took the bag with me after I'd dressed and walked to the front counter, entranced in the sensation of my naked thighs against my freshly waxed pussy. Bryson smiled brightly obviously noticing the flush in my cheeks, and his smile remained in place as we scheduled a follow-up appointment for 4 weeks from that day per the assigned company calendar. It hadn't realized this would be a regular occurrence but I knew it would be better discussed with Mr. Bennett the following morning.

When I made my way to my car I realized dusk had fallen and I'd been in the salon for much longer than I'd realized. I drove home excited to reveal my sexy attire to Brian only to find no sign of him at home. I tapped out a quick text to him but received no response. So I showered and spent a little bit too much time beneath the flow of the water on my hypersensitive skin as I came multiple times. 

As I climbed out of the shower I heard Brian come in so I dropped the towel and positioned myself in the doorway, kneeling as he'd asked me to do before anxious to see his response to my waxed nether regions. He either took no notice or expressed no interest as he stepped passed me and disappeared into the living room and soon after I heard the familiar pop of the beer can followed by the television turning on. I couldn't escape the waft of women's perfume, which lingered as he passed and inside I seethed. Rising I climbed into bed and used my fingers to bring my pussy to orgasm. No sooner had my orgasm come and I relaxed I felt humiliated that I allowed myself to be lowered to servicing myself, while my perfumed scented husband filled himself with beer and sports. I vowed I would ever again masturbate because of his or anyone ignoring me. If nothing else I have learned that I am a woman with needs. Needs that my lazy cheating husband awoke in me and then abandoned. Those needs would be met and if not by my husband then by someone who was man enough to see the woman I am. I took another shower to cleanse myself from the degradation I had accepted and was now fully rejecting. Fitfully I tossed and turned in bed, the raw skin exposed by the waxing reminding me of what a sexy woman I was becoming inside, a sexual animal that was now matched by the body that contained it.

The next morning I grabbed the outfit I was instructed to wear and slipped it on my naked body, never once considering a bra or panties. I found a pair of white thigh high stockings to match the beautiful white wool outfit and slipped on the only pair of white heels I had, making a note to find a more substantial heel at lunch. As I left for work, I looked at Brian still asleep in our bed and said to myself "one day you will understand the woman you ignored and it will be too late'.

I was so engrossed in dressing and getting to the office I had not noticed how uncomfortable that unlined wool material was and by the time I'd plopped into my office chair I was unconsciously scratching at the itchy material. Suddenly the door opened and Allison. Mr. Bennett's ditsy secretary entered catching me scratching.

"Oh my, I guess the spa neglected to give you the body lotion to wear under that wool outfit, let me see if I have some in my desk."

She left and quickly returned with a bottle of lotion.

"Now, Mrs. Ellis lets see if we can get this done before Mr. Bennett shows. I don't want him to be displeased to start the day. I know you don't want to be scratching all day either. Please take those clothes off."

'What the fuck is this ditsy bitch think this is' I said to myself, than realized I was ready to do anything to stop the irritation. So I stood and dropped the skirt and removed the top standing naked in the office. 

"Please be quick, I don't want to be standing naked when Mr. Bennett comes in."

I demanded and Allison quickly covered her hands in the lotion and starting with my chest and back spread the lotions and rubbed it in. I immediately felt the relief and sighed seeing how red my chest had become from the wool. She worked her way quickly down across my ass and then the tops of each leg before coming up and after adding more lotion to her hands proceeded to do my thighs, and then my pussy and ass. I stood for a moment, perhaps a moment too long enjoying the relief the lotion brought when the door opened and in strode Mr. Bennett. 

"Mrs. Ellis, you're out of uniform."

He said as His eyes took in my naked body. I was too stunned to do anything but continue to stand there as his eyes examined every inch of my now naked form. 

"Sir, the outfit...."

I began but he cut me off.

"I thought you'd have put the lotion on before you came to work, my god how much training do you need, Mrs. Ellis?"

I felt tears forming in my eyes when Allison spoke up.

"Mr. Bennett, the spa neglected to include the lotion in her bag and Mrs. Ellis was not aware that the wool would have that effect. I tried to correct this before you arrived, please don't' blame the dear, she didn't know."

I could have hugged Allison at that point.

"Mrs. Ellis, if Allison has finished get dressed while I make a call."

As I quickly put on my skirt and blouse, pleased now that the course wool no longer irritated my skin, I went to stand in front of Mr. Bennett's desk waiting for instructions. I heard his half of the conversation.




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"It had better have been an oversight if you want to continue to be of service. I've lost valuable productive time this morning and now have a new Assistant who probably feels like I'm and idiot for sending her to you."

After a minute or two where I suppose Brenda at the spa was offering apologies and doing her own sort of begging and I was feeling grateful that Mr. Bennett's wrath was landing on someone else. I heard.

"Fine, for the rest of the year Mrs. Ellis' services will be on the house but one more slip up and I will find a replacement spa that has it's act together."

He hung up without waiting for a response. Then he noticed me standing at his desk, my arms clasped behind my back, my back straight my chest forward, a pose that came naturally to me, one I realized was akin to what a true submissive used when standing in front of her Master. I never made this connection till later, I can only assume that all the research I'd done in the hopes of pleasing my deadbeat cheating husband had somehow naturally taken over. I saw a grin escape Mr. Bennett's mouth and then disappear quickly. 

"Mrs. Ellis! I assure you that the company had no intention of needlessly having you endure what you did. I'm sure you heard me put the spa on notice. I want you to let me now if they fail you in any other way."

"Thank you Sir."

"So other then the spa's failure to supply the lotion, did you enjoy the day? I like what they've done to your hair, are you pleased."

Hair? Is he asking about the waxing? I pause not sure for a minute until I realize he is talking about my new hair color and style.

"Sir, I am pleased with it, knowing it pleases you Sir."

"I imagine your husband couldn't keep his hands off you last night Mrs. Ellis."

I am a new woman, I promised myself last night and again this morning. I am sexy, I am submissive and I am not my husband's left over.

"The only thing in my husbands hands, that I am sure of was the remote and a cold beer. Perhaps he satisfied himself, but I was in bed asleep long before he stumbled into the bedroom. Sir."

Mr. Bennett actually looked a bit sad and he shook his head.

"Did you enjoy the whole time at the spa, all the treatments Mrs. Ellis?"

"Yes, Sir. I was a bit apprehensive at first but was able to relax and look forward to my next visit Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"I imagine you drove home excited to show your husband and given what you told me, I hope it didn't ruin the experience for you."

"Sir it did at first. I will admit I sought my own relief when he found the TV and beer more infatuating then his wife. Then I made a promise to myself."

"What was that promise?"

"I promised myself Sir, that I was no longer going to accept that I was ignorable. I decided that I was and am a woman and entitled to be appreciated. I promised myself that finding self-release would no longer be satisfactory. Sir."

"Well I am amazed, but not surprised at your self awareness. I told you in the interview what I thought about your husband. Is seems you are coming to understand who you are and what you want."

"Yes, Sir. I know what I want and who I want to be. Sir."

Now would come the moment that would erase any doubts for me and for Mr. Bennett. One way or another his next words would set my course, one way or another.

"Are you prepared Mrs. Ellis to share that determination of what and who you are?"

Perfect. Now let's see if Mr. Bennett is the man who he thinks he is. I went to the corner of the office and selected one of the canes in the vase then returned to His desk. I handed him the cane and said.

"I believe Sir, that I was wrong to have been so foolish as to not know that this wool outfit would have irritated me. I should have examined the bag from the spa and realized once I saw the clothing that some sort of lotion was necessary. If I am to work for you Sir, then such oversight needs to be rectified."

I stood a few feet from the edge of His desk and bent forward leaning on my elbows. Then I reached for the hem of my skirt and pulled it up exposing my bare ass.

"Sir, your Assistant requires training."

As the first touch of the supple cane stung my ass I smiled at the pain and said.

"Thank you Sir."

After administering ten pain filled lashes to each of my ass cheeks the cane was set on the desk in front of me. My skirt was lowered and I felt two hands on my shoulders pulling my up. I stood with my legs still spread and felt Sir's hand cup my pussy.

"Good girl. Now let's get some work done."

I walked to my desk and picked up the proposals needed for review. The pain in my ass kept the memory of His first touch lingering for the entire day. As I left for the evening I had little thought for Brian. I was only thinking about coming into the office tomorrow. 

As I began walk out for the night, Mr. Bennett called me to his desk. He told me to take the position I had earlier when I was caned so I bent over His desk and once again bared my ass, flipping my skirt over my hips. He stood and came behind me then ran his hands over the still tender and very red welts. 

"Mrs. Ellis do you think these will cause an issue with your husband?"

Remaining in pose I spoke softly

"Sir, I did my best to be the woman my husband said he wanted, he has since ignored me."

His hands were now lightly grazing my pussy, I continued.

"I tried to convince myself that I wasn't good enough to appeal to his needs, I found myself having to masturbate to find the release I needed. My husband had an opportunity and he has ignored it. I am not so unworthy to give any man a second opportunity, Sir."

The room was quiet and I prayed that Mr. Bennett understood what I was asking for. I felt so good being in this position before him, my womanhood exposed, my cunt wet from his gaze and his light touch. I waited and when he said.

"Tomorrow Mrs. Ellis we shall begin your training. Do not be late."

Then he slapped my ass and pulled my skirt back to cover my nakedness. He pulled me to my feet and I stared at the floor and asked.

"Sir, may your assistant go home?"

"Yes my assistant may go home and my sub will begin her life tomorrow."

"Thank you Sir."

I walked to my car not feeling the ground under my feet. As I sat in my car relishing the heat still present in my ass cheeks I knew I would pack some things tonight. When I left the house tomorrow Mrs. Ellis would take a back seat. Mr. Bennett's submissive toy would drive to work.

More to cum I promise you.



Submissive Squared Ch. 03



(Here we are into a third chapter and still so much to cover. For those of you who enjoyed the first two chapters I hope that your patience will be rewarded. Writing in pairs is hard in that its is rare that one is prepared to be creative when receiving a partial document, especially when the story you began is one on a slightly different path then the one you sent to your co-writer. We do apologize and hope that the end results prove worthy)

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I was driving home when I elected to stop and do some shopping. Reliving those last moments in the office and the promise of what lay ahead made me happier then I can ever recall. My focus was to please, not my husband who has lost any interest in me, but my boss and I hoped Master, Mr. Jeremiah Bennett. Although I was positive that the past day in the office, being caned and exchanging those final words, truly meant the same to both of us, a part of me worried that I had misread the moment. 

I shopped now because I wanted to show up in the office tomorrow wearing an outfit that said 'I'm yours'. I bought shoes with heels higher then I'd ever had, selected thigh high hose in various shades, skirts shorter then anything I owned and blouses that would draw your attention to my chest. As a petite woman with only B cup tits, not wearing a bra meant a less imposing cleavage, so I went with tight or shear. I also bought some short dresses where a single button or zipper would allow gravity to bare me.

I left the stores with my new purchases stored in my car and dreaded going home. The last few days/ weeks of basically forcing my naked body on my husband, in the hopes of keeping our marriage alive had not only failed miserably, but it made me turn to self satisfaction and the belief that I was not a desirable woman. While I have since come to grips with myself and re-instilled a good deal of self confidence, just the fact of facing my husband filled me with dread. Seeing a sign for a Holiday Inn I simply pulled off and got a room. I called home, no answer (surprise) and left a message that I was asked to go out of town and would not be home.

I didn't really need anything as the hotel had a disposable toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste. Small bottles of decent shampoo and conditioner and I certainly didn't need to worry about panties or a bra. I grabbed some take out and settled into the room. I fired up my lap- top and continued my education in the world of BDSM. All too soon my wake up call lifted me from an erotic dream, I think. I showered and selected one of my new outfits, slid on a complementary shade of hose and slipped into a pair of my new heels. It took a little practice to develop my balance at this new height, but soon I was checked out of the hotel and on my way to what I still hoped were my new Master and a new life. I chuckled to recall that my cell never rang last night, so Brian was evidently happy not to have me come home.

I entered my office with a cup of coffee and immediately saw a letter and a package on my desk. I opened the letter and began to read.

Good morning Mrs. Ellis

I spent some time here last night reliving our day yesterday and the cryptic discussion that ended the day. If I am correct in what I sense you are wanting from me, then you need to know something about me, something other then what you may know about the Mr. Bennett that is your boss. I am thirty-four years old and unlike you I have not married. That's not true, I married my company, instead of one of the many women who tried without success to do what you have managed in a short time. I started this business as a new graduate of the Master's program at the University and after a few interviews and some amazing offers, I realized that I was not cut out to take orders or to see my ideas lost in a corporate ideology. For the past twelve years I put everything I had into developing a successful consulting firm and I recognize that the talented people I hired had a good deal to do with the position the company is in today. A few months back a Professor I respected suggested that I begin some sort of succession planning, that my company was growing at such a pace that the need for a good right hand man (or woman) would be not only necessary but extremely helpful, not only to the company but to my health. He reminded me that the more I extended myself the less effective I would be. He also suggested that, the person selected to this job should not come from my upper management group but from at least one level down, if not two. His advice was to find someone with raw talent who had not yet become too ingrained in the way things have always been done.

I called my management team in and told them of the plan to find a successor and that none of them were candidates. While I am sure that disappointed a number of them, I told them why I was doing this and that each of them would receive, instead of consideration for this new job, stock in the company. I them told them to come to me with candidates, someone intelligent, someone talented and someone with promise that could be trained. I was surprised when your name was brought to me by each and every one of them. Aside from the clumsy interview, I knew from your first day that you did possess the talent, intelligence and drive. I also knew you were raw and needed training, training which after last night now takes on two separate meanings. I want to be sure that you understand that one has no bearing on the other. I will train you to be the best you can be in your position and prepare you to co-lead then lead this company if that is your wish. That is set in stone and cannot and will not be altered by anything else that may occur between us.

Now to last night's parting words. I accept your challenge to develop you as my submissive. In the box is a necklace that will be the symbol of your desire to serve me personally. If you are still convinced this is what you want then all you need to do is put the necklace on. You should know that once you decide to wear it, if you do, that you will be my Kitten. That will be your name as you are trained to become submissive to me and to learn to serve me as your Master. I do not allow 'safe' words I rely on trust. If you put that necklace on you have placed your trust in me. 

Should you elect to wear my symbol, then when you hear Kitten being called you will be expected to come to me and present yourself submissively. If you hear Mrs. Ellis or Donna then you will come to me to discuss business. As Kitten, you will call me Master, as Mrs. Ellis or Dona you will call me Sir or if we are involved with clients or other employees, Mr. Bennett. As Kitten you will speak only to answer a question or if you are unsure of a command. Now the decision is yours.

Master.

I read the letter and could not believe how happy I was, I ripped the package open and pulled the sterling silver necklace from the box and noticed the small Kitten that hung from it. I unclasped the necklace and placed it around my neck, then lowered it a few inches thinking through the implications of clasping that symbol. I'd learned of this lifestyle first from my husband in what now seemed and excuse for his infidelity. I then read quite a lot about BDSM and found myself drawn to it, like nothing else in my life. I realized that in clasping this necklace around my throat, that I was in fact being unfaithful and breaking my marriage vows.

I saw now that I'd rushed into my marriage to Brian, rushed to try to save that marriage and wondered if I was rushing again. The necklace grew heavy in my hands as I allowed it to hover unclasped about my neck. Last night I shopped, not for Brian but for Mr. Bennett. I took a hotel room to avoid Brian, but other then showing Mr. Bennett my naked ass and asking him to cane me, had I been truly unfaithful already. Were my words last night merely a consummation of my intention to break those marriage vows?

Yes, I said to myself and smiled as the clasp snapped shut and the Kitten now rested just above my breasts. I felt empowered, I felt refreshed, I felt new and exciting and yes, ready to serve my Master unswervingly. Then the door opened and He walked in and my pussy throbbed.

"Good morning Sir."

"Good morning Mrs. Ellis, I see you've read the note and accepted the position!"

"Yes, Ma...Sir."

"Before we commence the day I want you to know some things, please come to my desk as Mrs. Ellis and take a seat."

I did as asked and sat and waited patiently.

"I spent a good deal of time here after you left, composing that letter and reading a report. A report I am going to give you in a moment. I wanted you to read my letter first and make a decision before you read this report. Once you read it, I think you will understand why I did it this way."

He handed me a thick manila envelope that has been address to him and the return address was from a Secure Investigation Inc. I knew this was the result of the private investigation of my husband Brian that he had offered to do and I accepted. I sat there with it in my hands and did not at first hear Mr. Bennett, then I felt his hand on my shoulder and it brought me out of my stupor.

"Donna, I will be gone for as long as you need to digest that, call me when you are finished."

He had taken a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to me.

"This is your corporate phone, I am speed dial one."

Then he left and I walked slowly to my desk and even more slowly opened the report. I won't bore you with each and every detail but the summary said it best. Brian it seems from surveillance and discussions with his co-workers had been cheating on me since we'd returned from our honeymoon. There were pictures of him with various women and there was no doubt as to what was happening. I cried when I read the report at first because of his infidelity, then because I was so blind to what should have been so obvious. I took the report and placed it back in the envelope and called Mr. Bennett. When he answered I whispered into the phone.

"Please Master!"

"I'll be right there Kitten."

To hear that name was such a relief, such a joy that when He came into the office I dropped to my knees and assumed, as best as I could, the position of subservience. My knees were spread as far as they could, my hand were atop my thighs open and palms up. My head was bowed. When the door closed I said in a clear strong voice.

"Master, I wish only to serve and please you."

"Thank you Kitten, but let's take a minute with Donna first."

I stood and followed him to his desk. He pointed to the chair I'd been in when he's handed me the report. He then handed me a key and said.

"I do not know if you want to proceed with divorce or not but I will assist you in any way in finding the proper attorneys and support that you need. The key is to a corporate apartment that I usually reserve for out of town clients, I would like you to use it for now until I can set up a more suitable arrangement for us. I would prefer that you not subject yourself to your husband but it is your call. Is there anything I can do for you Mrs. Ellis?"

"I appreciate the apartment, I am sure it will be more comfortable then the Holiday Inn I slept in last night, not wanting to face my husband for reasons I am still not sure of beyond that I did not want to feel his rejection again. As far as he knows if he listens to his messages I have been sent out of town on assignment"

I paused and then said.

"I think divorce will be the next step though for selfish reasons I want to be able to think of Kitten being unfaithful for a bit, so perhaps If Master is OK with it, we will let Brian linger for a while."

After more thought I said.

"I would like to spend this night as Kitten, but that would be your decision Master. I will plan on living there until you tell me where else to be. Unless you wish to have Kitten here right now, I think work would be good for Mrs. Ellis."

He nodded and as Mrs. Ellis I returned to the work on my desk. I'd like to say that I was quickly absorbed in my work, but the little Kitten charm that rested so lightly on my chest, just above my breasts periodically reminded me that I was now committed to Master and His every command or wish. Fortunately Master became busy and spent a good deal of the day in meetings elsewhere in the building, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my work. While I have been more productive in the past, I did manage to produce the necessary reports and summaries required. I ate lunch at my desk and as I did often that morning, fingered the charm. Late in the afternoon Master returned and called.

"Kitten?"

I dropped everything and came to stand before Him, my chest and hips thrust forward my hands clasped behind my back and I said.

"Yes, Master!"

He said nothing but walked around his desk and moved the two visitors chairs back away from his desk, while I remained in position facing His now empty chair. I heard him settle into one of the chairs behind me and then He said.

"Kitten, bend forward and rest your head on the desk, spread your feet as wide as is comfortable and leave you arms to your side."

I did as asked and as soon as I was settled knowing my leg were spread and thus pulling the short skirt I had worn and exposing most of my bare bottom I felt the stirring of arousal. I waited patiently knowing I was only to answer questions. The longer he allowed the silence to permeate the room the more embarrassed I became as I could feel my pussy dampening. After what seemed an eternity he asked.

"Why do you want to be a submissive woman, Kitten?"

It was a good question and one I had mulled over ever since Brian first bent me over and spanked me. 

"Sir, your Kitten discovered quite by accident that in submitting, even to what Master referred to a 'demi-dominant' man that she felt a sensuality, a fire erupt in her that she has since been unable to quench. Sir?"

He took some time evidently appraising my response and forming his next question.

"Tell me what you expect from me Kitten?"

I wanted to tell Him I wanted massive orgasms, spankings, humiliation, but instead I said.

"Sir, your Kitten wants to feel free to pleasure her Master."

Again time stood still while I waited, wondering if my answers were correct, were they pleasing Him, was I passing a test?

"Tell me how you feel right now, bent over exposed, knowing that anyone can walk in here and see you in this submissive position?"

I probably should have thought out my answer but instead I merely said.

"Kitten is happy to be where her Master requires."

Then He sat still saying nothing and I felt my legs tremble a bit then strain of this position and my growing need making the clock seem to stand still. My brain working overtime wondering if I was pleasing Him, I was so afraid of disappointing Him. The memory of how my husband completely ignored me now filled me with even more fear. Please I said to myself, do not let me fail.

"Kitten, you do know that in submitting to me that I can and will do whatever I chose, that as my submissive your body is my body, your orgasms are my orgasms, that you will obey me immediately and you will be disciplined for any hesitancy?"

"Sir, Yes Sir, Kitten is aware and will do her best Sir. Kitten is not trained Sir but she is dedicated to Master. Kitten will not hesitate, Kitten will obey, Sir. Kitten will accept and learn from any and all discipline Sir."

"Kitten you head is laying on a slip of paper and a corporate credit card. It is now a little before five. You will take the list and purchase everything and use the corporate card. If you have questions then ask the salesmen. After completing your shopping you will return to the corporate apartment, place the items you purchased on the floor, take a shower and return to the front door, naked. You will take the items you purchased and arrange them in front of you as you assume a position on your spread knees, your hands on your thighs palm up and eyes staring at the floor. You will be in this position by 7:30 when I will enter. I have allowed you sufficient time for your assignment provided you do not hesitate and allow any shame or embarrassment to delay you. Does Kitten have any questions?"

"No Sir."

"Then stand up and begin."

I grabbed the note and the credit card, picked up my purse then turned to Master and said.

"Thank you Sir."

I was in my car before I looked at the list. I'd never shopped for these kinds of things and had Master not also listed the address and name of the store I would never have known where to start. However, the items I needed to purchase were very intimate and I realized just how much Master knew me. Yes he'd given me sufficient time but only if I had the ability to set aside my humiliation and embarrassment in making the purchases. While I knew I could eventually do that, the time was not sufficient for me to build that courage. By the time I arrived at the adult store I was soaking wet between my legs. I admit I took a few moments, maybe longer but the ultimately the fear of failure overcame all of my other fears and I got out and walked into the store.

Never having been in a store like this I had absolutely no idea where to go, where the items would be. I had the choice to be late or to ask the older man working there to direct me. I felt my face heat up and knew I was showing shame when I walked up to the man and asked for help.

"What do you need Missy?"

I could not speak yet so I merely handed him the list. I did manage to say.

"I need to get all of this."

"We've got it all, but you best get a cart and follow me."

I felt better but not by much as I grabbed one of the shopping carts and followed him through the store my eyes taking in the garish lights, the more then revealing clothing, the endless rows of plastic and rubber cocks, the various restraints, the row upon row of pornographic DVDs and then there was the faint odor of stale cum that seemed everywhere.

I took little notice of the items dropping in the cart at first then when I did I grew even more embarrassed. I saw box claiming to be an anal trainer, through the cellophane I could see what looked like various sized plugs and when reading the lettering under the cellophane I learned that it was a set of progressively larger butt plugs designed to ease anal penetration. That was a new area for me and I shuddered about putting anything there. The I saw four leather cuffs, with large rings sewn into the sides and Velcro fasteners, a large tube of lubricant, nipple clips, and then an array of various sized rubber cocks, some indicating that they were vibrators. When a riding crop landed on top of the previous items I actually smiled. Then a longer whip plopped down beside it and I cringed, then what was titled a pussy trainer dropped in and it looked like a small fly swatter and I immediately knew what that was for and trembled already knowing that was a pain, like the anal trainer that I was not sure about. Next came a latex hood, with eye nose and mouth holes, then a latex bra with cutouts for nipples followed by crotch less latex panties. 

My head was swimming with all the devices in the now full cart. We were headed to the register and I asked.

"Did we get everything?"

"You can check them off the list as I ring them up Missy. Looks like you're about to have some fun tonight."

He proceeded to ring each item up and I checked them off the list. When he was finished and the cart empty I saw one item not checked off. I said.

"I still need this one item, a clitoral clip?"

I was so engrossed in accomplishing the task of making the purchase I had not realized what I was saying and how wet I became when realized I was telling this man I need a clip or clamp that would encase my clitoris. I once again felt the heat on my face as the man reached under the counter and said.




Submissive Squared Ch. 03



"Sorry, but I got one here."

Finished now and sure I had everything I handed him the credit card and as the charge went through he bagged up my purchases. Unfortunately the bags were clear plastic and as I struggled with my load a few men came in and laughed, making sexual remarks about all the 'toys' I'd bought and asking if I needed their help in learning how to use them. Their taunts only served to heighten my arousal and I felt my nipples stiffen and push against the fabric of my already too tight blouse. I kept going and placed everything into the back seat. I quickly looked at the time and relaxed knowing I was still in good shape. As I drove to the address of the corporate apartment I began to realize that my seat was already wet and that I had to carry in these items in the clear bags and hoped that there would not be anyone about.

Unfortunately there was a woman manning the desk and I had to give my name to be allowed in. She obviously found my name and buzzed me into the building and grinned as I struggled through the door with my 'toys' so clearly evident. I quickly found the elevator and pushed the button for the floor as indicated on my list. I thought nothing could further arouse me after my experience in the store but the look she gave me and the sly and knowing grin made more of my pussy juice leak onto my thighs. While highly aroused by my task I was grateful that everything I needed to know was on my list, the store and apartment addresses as well as the apartment floor. I realized as the elevator ascended that there was no apartment number and I panicked but the door opened and there was only one door on this floor, and my key slid in easily. 

Not taking the time to survey the place but leaving the bags inside the door I found the bedroom and adjoining shower. I quickly stripped and showered, ignoring washing my hair knowing I did not have the time to dry it and style it. I went back to the bags and took everything out then disposed of the bags. I decided where I needed to be kneeling once the items were to spread out in front of me and also knowing I needed to allow Master to enter. 

I did not see a reason to put anything in any kind of order but I put them in a semi circle in front of me. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw I had only five minutes. I quickly rechecked that there was room for the door to open and Master to enter and satisfied I dropped to my knees, spread them out, sat back on my heels so my pussy was on display, placed my hands palm up on my thighs and thrust my chest out then dropped my eyes to the floor and waited. I recalled waiting this way for Brian and how disappointed I was then, but knowing that soon a true Master would enter not only the door but also my life. I felt the soft bounce of my Kitten charm against my chest and relaxed knowing that the man who gave it to me was not Brian, but my Master. I was still afraid of some of the things I'd purchased but found that I did indeed have Trust in my Master and I found myself smiling and touching the little charm. I heard the key in the door and then felt a soft waft of air as it opened and closed, then two shined shoes were in my field of vision and I came. I was shocked to the core when I started to feel my pussy clenching and leaking my cum all over the floor, I had never in my life cum without stimulation of some sort. I felt tears forming in my eyes when a loud burst of laughter filled the apartment.

"Oh Kitten! I had no idea just how needy you were. Is it me or did your shopping trip move you to this?"

"Sir, I was fine, in fact a bit nervous until I saw your shoes and it just happened. It has never happened to me like that Sir never Sir. Kitten is ashamed to admit Sir that she is sorry to have done such a thing without Master's permission."

Still laughing he said.

"Kitten you will be trained but it pleases me that I can do this to you without touching you."

Then he looked at all the items on the floor and said.

"You did well Kitten and tomorrow night I will let you chose which of these you wish to begin with, but tonight we will have a nice dinner and I will introduce you to a part of me you will learn to worship."

I remained naked but was free to walk with Master while dinner was sent up to the apartment. I was told to wait I the bedroom while Master received the delivery and placed our food on the counter, then He called me back and had me serve Him his dinner then bring mine to the table and join Him.

"Kitten some BDSM relationships are very extreme and in those you would not be eating with me, nor would you be permitted off your hands and knees in my presence unless you were in some other position. For now I want to learn your needs, learn your buttons and control them. To date your entire experience has been a spanking and sex from behind. In addition to what you've read, is that correct Kitten."

"Yes! Master."

"Well in this situation we will feel our way along together. You will enjoy some things and maybe not enjoy some others. In this way I will learn what carrots to offer and what sticks to wield. Some submissive women and men actually love to be whipped and consequently such action are more rewards then discipline. We will discover what discipline is for you by experimenting and observing. Once we know what makes you cum and what makes you cringe, I will be able to train you properly. Now eat."

"Thank you Master."

We ate the meal in silence and I wondered exactly what he meant by worship. I found myself from time to time fingering the Kitten charm whenever my mind felt lost, or I felt insecure, or concerned about my own femininity. Brian had really done a job on me, made me question my self, and my ability to be desirable to a man. Somehow when I felt myself slipping into one of those thoughts I found myself caressing the charm and my mind cleared and allowed only good positive thoughts to take over. When we'd finished dinner I took our plates to the kitchen and began to put them in the dishwasher and tidy up. I was just about ready to re-join Master when He called.

"Kitten, get out here. I have a staff for that, you are here to service me not play maid. Now follow me."

"Yes Master."

I hurried to follow Him and when he stopped in what I later learned was the den he had me back on my knees in submission, knees spread, hands on my thighs palms up and head down. This time I realized that in this position I could glance at the charm and began to understand the calm it brought me. I was fully prepared to subject myself to whatever was to come.

"Kitten, look up. Put your eyes on my groin and do not waver."

I did as requested and watched as Master took off His belt and loosened His trousers, unzipped his fly and allowed His cock to fall forward. I stared at his semi erect cock. It was as big as Brian's was when Brian was hard I could only imagine what size Master might be when fully erect. I stared as required and waited. I began to notice the veins that bulged a shade of blue on one side and the ridge where His cock crested to become a wide helmet shape. His slit was long and narrow and as I let my eyes wander down His cock I noticed slight imperfections that I began to imagine feeling when He decided to fuck His Kitten. I had no idea when or if that would happen never the less I admired and studied that cock.

His hands now held His cock out towards me and said.

"Kitten you will learn first how to make love to my cock. It is my center and as such it is the key to you satisfactorily serving me. Tonight you will begin the process of learning to love my cock. Kitten have you any experience in taking a cock in your mouth?"

"Yes, Sir, some. I liked it but my husband always seemed to prefer to put in my pussy and get it over with. Kitten has the desire Sir, but is not experienced."

"Tonight I want you to feel your way, you may use your hands as you feel necessary to assist your mouth. If I feel the need I will make some suggestions to you. Those will come later. Let see what my Kitten can do. Just remember that you goal is not my orgasm, but to make my cock feel loved in your mouth. You may begin."

I tried to recall what I had done those times when Brian was more anxious then others, feeling that those actions had probably excited him more then other things, then I let my fingers caress my charm and still staring at His cock I leaned over and stuck my tongue out and simply licked Him from the base to His helmet. I focused on Master's words, to make love to His cock and so I began to kiss the sides of His shaft, the helmet shaped head, His heavy balls. I licked up and down His cock and the opened my mouth wide and took just the helmet of His cock in my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I let my tongue find His opening, his slit and massaged that hole with the underside of my tongue. 

I let the head slip from my mouth and went back to licking and kissing his shaft till my mouth was at His sack. I sucked one of His balls gently into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue then let it slip out and took His other ball in the same way. This time when I went back to the base His cock seemed harder and it took longer to lick and kiss my way to his helmet. When I then took that cock into my mouth I had to open my lips a bit wider and realized that He was now erect, or at least more erect then when I started.

Using just my lips I suctioned as much of His meat into my mouth as I could. Then I allowed it to slip back out. I was loving the feel of Him, the heat of His shaft, the pulsing of the veins, and the now audible deep breaths that Master was taking. I used my left hand to clasp Him gently at the base and moved it up and down gently as I looked at Master's cock, slick with my saliva and saw He was not only longer then Brian but so much thicker too. A shudder went through me as I imagined how that cock might one day stretch my pussy and I knew I had to learn, to obey and to pleasure this man in the hope that He would allow my pussy to take His cock.

I did fall in love with His cock that night, though I would look back in a few weeks and see how clumsy and inexperienced I was and how patient Master was in allowing me to learn, to be trained. But that night I began to want that cock in my mouth I wanted all of it. I'd never wanted anything more then to be able to take His full length. I'd read about gagging and allowing a cock in your throat but had never tried it, but it seems others had and so I tried. I placed my lips on His fat cock head and moved my head down feeling His fat cock fill my mouth and stretch my lips wide. When I felt I could not take more I pushed myself down and took more then gagged and quickly backed off, my saliva and some of His pre -cum clinging to His cock and my lips as I recovered my breath. I did not give Master a chance to stop me as I was back allowing His shaft in my mouth again and when I got to where I gagged last time I pushed my head down hard and His cock entered my throat and I had not gagged. I tired to use my tongue to caress his cock but it was so fat and my mouth so small that I could just wiggle it a bit. 

I felt as if I had let my own desire overcome my actions. I wanted to take His cock completely and I did, I had no idea that might be what He wanted. I pulled back and placed my hand back on the base of His cock and while sucking on his cock and using my tongue to caress that cock, I did not take Him back so deep again. Pumping with my hand and sucking hard with my mouth I felt His cock stir and come alive. I fingered the charm on my chest and sucked harder, rubbed harder and His cock jumped and spat in my mouth, surprising me. I swallowed His sperm and continued to suck as His cock erupted and poured His hot seed in my mouth. I greedily swallowed most of His ejaculate and left just a bit in my mouth as I felt Him soften. When His cock fell from my lips I swished the little bit of His cum in my mouth to mark the flavor then it too went down my throat. 

I looked at that cock I had begun that night to love and saw how a good deal of His precious seed coated it and using my tongue I licked every bit of that cum up and feasted on it. Finally with His cock clean and my lips and mouth sore I stopped and put my hand back on my thigh, but kept my eyes on His cock. I felt the weight of my charm on my chest and it felt hot as I waited to hear His command.

"Kitten that was a remarkable first effort. For tonight be happy that I am pleased. I see you enjoyed it too."

I looked up and saw he was looking at the area between my hips and I looked down and saw a pool of my own cum drying on the floor. I probably should have asked but at that time it just made sense and I bent down and licked the floor clean, eating my own pussy ejaculate. When I finished and looked back up I saw Master was smiling. 

"Kitten you are going to have to learn how to wait for permission. Now pick a bedroom and get some rest. I will see Mrs. Ellis in the morning and Kitten tomorrow night. You might want to think about which of your purchases we will use tomorrow Kitten." 

Then He put his cock back in His pants, buckled up and then bent over and kissed my head and said.

"Good first night Kitten, sleep well. I do not yet have a rule against self satisfaction, but I do require you to tell me in the morning if you do."

I stayed kneeling long after He left. I had two orgasms that I did not notice. I came when He arrived and came sometime while His cock was filling my mouth and I did not notice. Eventually I slipped into bed, not wanting to brush my teeth that night, wanting to let the taste of Him linger as I waited for sleep. Unfortunately I did not wait long as I fell asleep only seconds after my head hit the pillow. I slept well and woke to the phone. It was a wake up call that Master must have arranged. I once again caressed the little Kitten on my chest as I stepped into the shower to become Mrs. Ellis, however Kitten was now a part of her and would be coming to work today too.

*****

(For the patient readers there will be more to cum!)



Submissive Squared Ch. 04



I left the apartment that next morning letting Kitten lead the way but once in the office I was forced to be Ms. Ellis once again. I had expected Master, but instead Sir handed me a number of projects and once again left for the day. While I was pleased that He felt no need to explain those projects, I had been hoping for some sort of comment to Kitten. I had no time to dither on that and began working on the projects. At lunch I thought back to last night still trying to understand the two un-provoked orgasms I'd had. I did feel the first one but the second one came while I consumed with Master's hard cock. That second one was more of a surprise, as I never noticed it. I felt a little shame now as I pictured myself lapping up my own cum from the floor, like a cum slut. I even wondered if perhaps Masters' absence from the office was a form of punishment for my tawdry behavior.

Once again towards the end of the day He came in and called.

"Kitten, same position as yesterday. Now!"

I scurried over to the front of his desk and saw he had already moved the chairs. I put my head down on the desk and spread my legs as wide as I could, forcing my short dress to once again expose my naked ass. I felt the charm dangling as I waited for Master to command me or to berate me for last night. Instead He asked.

"Kitten how do you feel abut last night?"

How did I feel? I was damn pleased to be there, enjoyed His cock and His seed, embarrassed by cuming twice involuntarily but He knew all that. So I said.

"Sir, Kitten is unsure that her actions pleased her Master."

"Kitten, those issues are some that I will not answer verbally. You need to trust that just the fact that I am still here is sufficient for you. Do not come looking to me yet for praise or condemnation, I will present them to you when you deserve them. Last night was for you to begin to learn, it was not a test or trial, there was no pass or fail. Did I not make that clear to you?"

"Yes Sir you did. I am dealing more with my own self worth Master. Mrs. Ellis failed her husband and Kitten has that fear as well."

"First of all Kitten, Mrs. Ellis did not fail her husband. If she failed she did so in selecting him, not in being the wife she was. Secondly, Kitten you will be trained and you will be the submissive I want you to be. Now, tell me about your experience with my cock?"

God I was so damn wet already, His cock had never left my mind, had been with me all night and all day probing my mind if not my mouth. 

"Sir, Kitten learned some of what you meant by making love to your cock and apologizes for not keeping that in her focus last night."

"Explain what you think was your lost focus Kitten?"

"Sir, Kitten or perhaps Mrs. Ellis had very little experience in orally satisfying a man. Kitten believes she did some things that showed love, but some other things that did not. When Kitten worked to take you deep, she recognized that she was doing that for her and not for you. She saw that once she had you in her throat she was unable to provide any secondary pleasure to You Sir. It made me come back to focus on Your cock and not on my desires. It was an error Sir."

"I see Kitten that you are good at analyzing sex as well as the reports you review for me. If there was a moment last night where I felt you lose focus that was it, fortunately for you I enjoyed the effort you put into doing that. Now beyond this lack of focus tell Master about his cock?"

"Sir, Masters' cock is beautiful and although I may not have properly made love to the cock completely I studied it, its dimensions, the lovely helmet head, the way your veins swell on the sides, the warmth of your balls when I took them in my mouth, the way you filled me mouth completely. Your cock Sir has not left my mind since you left me last night. Kitten has maintained the image of the cock, in her hand, in her mouth and in her mind. Kitten also was pleased that You elected to allow her to take you seed in her mouth and to swallow it Sir."

My pussy was dripping now this questioning by Master was so arousing, making me relive the moments of last night. I fingered the charm constantly now, is some ways it was like touching Him and when it laid on my chest it was like His hand was there. If this kept up, knowing His eyes were on my ass and that His cock was so close I was sure that I would once again cum without permission and flood His desk with my juice. 

"Kitten, tonight I want you to take some time to bathe. Make the bath luxurious, you'll find bath salts and scents in the cabinets. You may leave now and be waiting for me with your chosen toy at 7 when I come. I would suggest, and again its only a suggestion the choice is yours, but the anal trainer is a process meant to be taken in days and not hours. As you select your toy, know that I intend to work on your orgasms. It seems obvious that you need some discipline there. Do you have any questions?" 

"No Master. Kitten understands your desires and concerns."

"Well go and enjoy your bath Kitten, I want your skin supple and clean, soft and ready for me tonight. If all goes well, you may have an opportunity to work on your cock loving skills as well."

Once he assisted me to my feet and allowed me a moment to steady myself, his hand reached down and felt my wet soggy pussy.

"I believe Kitten that my hand is proof positive that you have little control over your body and we will begin to change that."

He held his sticky wet hand out to me and I took it in my hands and cleaned His hand with my mouth. He did not pull back and once I finished I once again picked up my purse and said.

"Thank you Master."

The feeling of walking where your feet never seem to hit the floor was becoming common now as I made my way to my car and drove to the apartment. My pussy was still throbbing and my seat would probably never lose the scent of my arousal. As I entered the building and rode the elevator I thought of the toys and Master's words about the anal trainer and agreed mostly because it was the one toy I knew I feared. Other then a small finger of Brain's once in a blue moon my back door had only been a one way street and the thought of something going the other way was not yet something I felt ready for. As the elevator opened and I stepped into the apartment, I once again fingered the charm and said to myself 'What I am ready for will be determined by Master, I have given Him that control, so I had better be ready with my ass when He is.' 

I stripped off the days clothing and prepared the bath as instructed. I selected Jasmine scented bath oil and as instructed I luxuriated in the bath, keeping an eye on the time. I washed myself thoroughly, including my hair. I allowed sufficient time to blow dry and brush out my hair and at the appointed time I went to the closet where my 'toys' were stored and looked at everything there. While I wanted to show Master that Kitten was prepared for anything, I also knew that Master was correct in my need to control my orgasms. I can remember so many nights in bed with Brian where my orgasm was something I would need to finish and to see myself now cuming unbidden was shocking to me and yet affirming as well. It told me that my becoming submissive had opened my body and had in some ways freed me to allow that expression of arousal and orgasm much more easily. It also told me that I would need to deal with Brain and our marriage.

I selected a dildo for the night assuming Master would use that in His training of my orgasm. I tried to select the one that most resembled His cock in length and girth. At the appointed time I assumed the position on my knees, pussy on display, tits pushed out and the 'toy' sitting a foot or so from my open cunt. I tried to feel my own body, listen to my heart as the time neared when Master would arrive. I hoped that by doing so I would not repeat the spontaneous orgasm of last night. As I heard the door opening I felt my pussy start to spasm and I forced myself to think of something else to hold back that other feeling. I barely managed to refrain from cuming as Masters black shoes appeared in my vision.

"Kitten, I see you have selected a dildo for tonight! Good choice as I can use that in a number of ways to advance your training and to allow you the opportunity to enjoy my cock."

Relief flooded me as I heard Him approve and mention the possibility of having that cock in my mouth once again. I knew I would need to prove my worth orally long before Master would allow my pussy to enjoy His cock.

"Thank You Master."

"Bring your toy with you while we eat and I will explain what we will be doing tonight."

I carried the toy cradled in my hands, showing it the respect that I would hopefully later show His cock. I sat that rubber cock in front of my plate as we ate, so that I might always have it in my sight. As we completed our meal Master began to explain how we would use the toy I'd selected. He explained that I would use my hands and the toy to stimulate my pussy and clitoris yet would stop before I could cum. He would repeat this over and over to allow my to learn how to stop my orgasms and eventually control them so I would eventually cum only on His command. Later He said He had an exercise He wanted to teach me that would develop the muscles in my pussy so that when He allowed it, my pussy would be ready to make love to His cock just as my mouth was learning. He said that His seed was a gift He would bestow upon His Kitten when she earned it and that just as I would learn to suck the cum from His cock, so would my pussy learn to squeeze every precious drop of His seed as well.

We moved to the den and He instructed me to lie on my back and spread my legs. Then He instructed me to masturbate myself and to tell Him when I was ready to cum. Master pulled an ottoman in front of me so He could watch my cunt as I masturbated.

"Proceed Kitten and when I say stop, you will stop!"

"Yes Master."

I guess you might expect that given my marriage history that I had never masturbated in front of anyone before and doing so now in front of Master, who was also my boss was intimidating. I at first closed my eyes as my hands massaged my tits and nipples. As I began to get into the rhythm He said.

"Keep your eyes on me Kitten, never close your eyes to me without permission."

"Yes, Master, sorry Master."

I swallowed whatever inhibitions I had, which given all that has already transpired were not much. I bared my ass and pussy in the office I have been naked and exposed at all times here in the apartment. Last night I came embarrassingly twice. I rationalized that masturbating in front of Him was no more or less that any other exposure, yet in the back of my mind, Mrs. Ellis was working at making me feel shame. I began to understand that the longer I remained married, the longer Mrs. Ellis existed the longer it would take Kitten to become whole and totally submissive to Master. I ignored that small voice and became consumed with the act of masturbating, wanting to show my Master that His every wish was nothing more then my desire to please. 

I pinched and pulled my nipples till they were red and hard then used one hand to finger my hole. Pumping that finger while I caressed and mauled my tits I felt the stirrings inside and knew I was moving beyond my fears and inhibitions. When my hips started to rock up and into the hand fingering my cunt I was well on the way. I almost did not hear Him say.

"Stop!"

I wanted to cry and beg and plead to be allowed to continue but my finger slid out and my other hand dropped to my side and that orgasm that has been so close faded. Before it was completely gone Master told me to start again. Joy filled me as my hands went back to work, this time I used two fingers in my hole and pulled and slapped my tits. Once again my hips began to undulate and my orgasm come rushing back and threatened to explode when the word I would learn to hate echoed.

"Stop."

His voice was gentle but commanding and once again I wanted so much to be allowed to continue. This time while I awaited His further commands He said.

"Sex, Kitten is not a destination it is a journey. Tell me Kitten when you have made love in the past, how long was that event? An hour? Two?"

"Master, Kitten has had little experience beyond her husband and her time with You. Most of the time, sex was started and over in thirty minutes or less and that Sir, would include removing clothing."

"When the day comes Kitten when I allow you in my bed sex will be a journey, not a destination. When you are in my bed it will be to make love to each other, to give and receive all the other has to give. The orgasm for each of us is not the object of sex it is merely a result of the gifts we will give. You will give me your body and mind as a true submissive and I will give you the freedom to enjoy all that you can receive from me, your Master. Think of the masturbation stokes as a prelude to something more, not as a means to just cum. Now once again, masturbate but this time, make love to your body, as you would want your Master to make love to you. You may use the toy now but remember to stop when I say."

He set the dildo down between my legs so that it leaned on my pussy and was within easy reach. I tried to make sense of what He was asking of me and like last night when I tried to take His cock into my throat I realized that I was masturbating not for Him as He'd asked but for my own orgasm. He was asking me to show Him how my body would receive Him, how my body would wait for Him. I began again, this time thinking of Master and how this act was for His eyes, for His pleasure. I let my eyes focus on Him as I once again began to stimulate my body. I took more time with each movement, letting the feeling of my own touch bring me along. I took the dildo and instead of shoving it in my hole, I used it to tease my opening, to stimulate that part of my body that I wanted His cock to own.

I found my body responding in a slower but deeper way. I found that I was conscious of every touch, every tease, and every caress in a way that I had not experienced in my past efforts to simply masturbate for Him. Eventually, when I felt ready to accept it, I slowly slid the rubber cock into my pussy and let it wallow inside me. I tired to feel all the places in my cunt where that imitation cock was touching and recalling the irregularities of His cock and how much different His cock would feel in this same position. I slowly eased the phallus from my depths and slid it in again, increasing my tempo as I would want a lover to increase his, they way I want Him to use His cock. Soon the presence of an orgasm began to register and I fought to continue my ministrations, my self-love and to hold off the pending eruption. When I felt I was about to lose control I begged.

"Master, I need to stop. Please Master!"

Instead of telling me to stop He said.

"Let it flow Kitten, I want to watch you cum for me."

My first impulse was to let loose and pummel my cunt with the plastic cock. Maul my tits and push that orgasm out but I fought those urges and merely continued to love my body only slowly allowing the dildo to speed up, my hands to pull gently on my hard rubbery nipples. The orgasm was cresting and threatening to erupt but my deliberate movements seem to allow it to continue to build and expand within me. Then without any added movements by me that orgasm simply exploded and consumed me. I was rocking back and forth on the floor. The dildo was held tight inside by one hand, and my right tit was clamped by my other while a low moan began to come from me. As my orgasm continued that moan got louder and louder until I was screaming to the heavens in pleasure. I felt sweat pouring from my head and cum gushing around the phallus. The orgasm continued for some time, ebbing a little each moment until I was left empty my hands splayed to the side the dildo on the floor covered in my cum.

"How was that for you Kitten?"

"Master, it was wonderful. I've never known anything could feel so good. Thank you Master for this gift."

Master went and fetched me a glass of water then helped me sit up on the couch. His strong arms encircling my shoulders made me swoon. I felt so loved and so wanted. I was trying to give Master the gift of my masturbation and instead I received the gift of total sexual release. If I had any doubts about my desire to serve Him they were gone. My desire to be his complete submissive, to be trained completely was now more then ever something I just could not fail at. 

"Kitten? Are you recovered enough for some exercise?"

"Yes Master, Kitten is yours to command Sir."

He took my hand and had me stand so that I was straddling the ottoman He'd been sitting on. He placed the dildo, still covered in my juices standing up in the middle of the seat. Still holding my hands He said.

"I want you to lower yourself down and impale your pussy on that dildo, take it all the way in."

I lowered myself and He adjusted the phallus so that I could accomplish the task and once it was fully seated he released my hands.

"Kitten, you have a set of muscles in your vagina that you can strengthen. This exercise will help you to do that. When I tell you to stand I want you to not allow that dildo to exit your pussy. It will, but I want you to try to prevent that from happening. If you can stand upright and keep any, or all, of that dildo inside you I will allow you to use your mouth to make love to my cock again. Are you ready?"

I nodded and started to straighten up but I felt the phallus slipping so I sat back down. I tried to squeeze my cunt on that plastic cock and after a dozen or so attempts I was able to stand erect before the heave plastic dildo fell out. I wanted to try again but Master said that was enough and that I earned the pleasure of making love to His cock with my mouth. As I knelt in front of Him and waited for Him to free His wonderful cock He told me to continue to practice with the dildo and once I mastered it, to take a smaller one and start again. Finally His beautiful cock was free and I just stared at it, watching it twitch to life wanting desperately to have it in my mouth. I watched the blood pumping in its veins and come a little more erect while I waited for Master's commend.

"Kitten you've earned this gift, make love to my cock and treasure my seed."

Tonight I recalled both my failures of last night and my failure tonight in masturbating and I took my time and enjoyed the journey of bringing that cock to attention. I savored the taste of Him, the feel of Him as I licked and kissed His cock. His balls were again warm and comforting in my mouth and as I slipped my lips over His cock head I relished the invasion of my mouth. My tongue bathed that intruder and made it welcome. I concentrated on the outside of His cock with kisses and licks as often as I engulfed Him. I tried to feel every reaction, both in my body and in His as I made love to His cock. I never closed my eyes, and often enjoyed looking up at Him with my mouth full and seeing the pleasure on His face As my tongue swirled about His stiff cock and my lips suctioned Him a little deeper. I made no attempt to take Him in my throat, perhaps some day He might desire to fuck my face and then He could have my throat, but it was not my intention to make that error again.

I was so enjoying the experience, perhaps a bit of confidence from having already doing this once before, maybe the experience of making love to my own body or learning that the act was the point and not the ultimate result. If Master wanted to ejaculate He did not need my mouth. I had to make Him want to give me His most precious gift, His cum. All too soon, I felt, His cock was beginning to pulse and I slipped all but that magnificent head out of my mouth and sucked hard on that fat portion of His cock that remained. I was rewarded with a surge of ejaculate that filled my mouth and I quickly swallowed to allow a second, a third and a fourth issue to fill my mouth. I savored the last one for a moment allowing my taste buds to memorize the taste of Him, and then swallowed. I allowed His cock to slip completely out and used my hands to try and coax any cum that might remain and was pleased to see that hot white ejaculate dribbling from His cock. I quickly licked up all the cum that flowed and then cleaned His cock, before sitting back on my heels, knees spread and hands in the supplicant position, eyes fixed on the floor. I took a dare and said.




Submissive Squared Ch. 04



"Thank You Master."

As he put his now flaccid cock away I felt a loss but that taste of Him lingered in my mouth and throat and I knew His seed was filling my belly. He bent over and kissed my head as He left. I stayed in position till the door closed then cleaned the table and kitchen. I know He told me He had a service for that but I wanted to feel like I was serving Him.

It was early and I felt fabulous. I had not cum without cause like last night, I had learned how different masturbation could be and I had been gifted with Master's cock and allowed to swallow His seed. I would spend some additional time tonight with the dildo I was determined to hold that inside me until I elected to let it go. When that day came where I earned Master's cock in my pussy, I wanted Master to want to put His cock in me again and again and not be disappointed. I would strengthen my cunt and I would squeeze every ounce of His cum from His cock. Kitten wanted all the cream she could get.

The next day I requested Sir's help in selecting an attorney to begin the process of ending my marriage. I knew I would need to have at least one final meeting with Brian I was not so cruel as to have him learn of my decision via an official serving of papers. I guess I should have felt some remorse for the lost opportunity with Brian, but he was the one who left the marriage, I was merely the one to put the ribbon on the package. I'd reviewed the detective's findings more closely wanting to know everything. I needed to absorb the hurt, needed to know the full story even thought the summary was sufficient to cause my actions. Maybe it was the new submissive me, but I wanted to take that abuse Brian had inflicted with each of his affairs and use it to strengthen my resolve with Master.

At the end of the day, having read and reread the detective's report so often that I could recite most of the various girls names I stepped to His desk and waited.

"Yes Kitten?

"Sir, I would like to go home this evening to confront Brian about the information in the report and tell him my thoughts and where I intend to go. I do not know how long it will take, Sir. I do not even know if he will be there. Your Kitten needs to free herself if she is to fully commit to You, Sir. It is Kitten's desire to do so, but this situation, my marriage, intrudes in some ways from Kitten's ability to be the complete and committed submissive she wants to be, Sir."

"Kitten, the attorney's are preparing the paper for divorce as you asked. I do understand and appreciate your needs and yes, of course you may go. I will see you in the morning and remember, if for any reason you need me, you have my number on your corporate phone."

"Thank you Sir."

I took a copy of the report with me knowing that Brian would deny anything I told him. I knew the photos and comments in the report would be necessary for me to get him to explain and I needed to know why I was so unsatisfactory to him. That walk to the car was different then the past nights when I was on my way to the apartment preparing for Master. I felt the ground pound my feet and my pussy was calm and dry as I drove the familiar roads to my home. Strangely I was not nervous as I approached the home I knew would most likely no longer be my home. Seeing Brian's car in the driveway caused a bit of concern or apprehension but I remained calm. I palmed my keys and the report but left my purse in the car as I went to and then into my home to find Brian as I'd last seen him. Slouched in his favorite chair, beer in one hand the other on the TV remote, Sports Center on. I looked at him as he noticed me and said

"I see my slut is finally back from her trip. I thought my slut knew to be naked in my presence, has her mind forgotten her place?"

How I wanted to turn and leave the house and his miserable life and run to Master. I didn't because I had a mission I wanted to accomplish and running wasn't going to get me past this. Instead I leaned over and took the remote and turned off the TV, then tossed it to the couch, out of his reach. Then I said as I tossed the manila envelope into his lap.

"Why? Why Brian?"

"Why what slut. I see you're still dressed, didn't I tell you to get naked?"

"Amanda, Kathleen, Shirley, Amy, Barbara, Sandy, Ellen, Valerie. Need I continue or do you get the drift Brian. Why?"

"I told you slut get naked or I'll punish you even more now. I do not need any other names for you. Slut is your name. Now do as I say!"

Was he that dense or did he think that little of me. I'd only mentioned the most recent of his paramours, surely he knew who they were. 

"Open the fucking envelope Brian and tell me why."

I was angry but I felt as if I was begging and I needed to be strong.

"Open it and look at the content you pig, then tell me why?"

He looked at the envelope and then tossed it on the floor as he stood and came towards me. He grabbed my arms and threw me to the couch, my skirt flipping up and exposing my naked ass. He quickly pinned me to the couch as he freed his cock. I was unable to move as he rammed his hard cock into me and fucked me with brutal dispassion. I struggled to escape the punishing impalement of his cock as tears flowed from my eyes. The pain of his thrusts into my dry pussy was excruciating. He began to yell in my face.

"Because I could you stupid slut. Why should I ignore those women who came on to me? You were and are a miserable fuck."

I cringed at every word and through the pain I saw the true Brain. A drunk a cheat and a man no sane women would ever want to be with more then once. I wondered how the thirty odd women in the file ever thought he was worth it. Fortunately even in his rage Brian was still the 'two minute' man and as his cock spewed in my cunt I knew it was over. The rape the marriage and my own miscalculated belief that I was the problem were no longer an issue for me. He was spent and drunk and I pushed his sorry ass to the floor and went to the bathroom to wipe his cum from me. I saw blood and knew he'd torn my vagina with his brutal fuck and I puked in the sink and left it there for him to deal with. I grabbed a few of the things that had meaning to me things I treasured the most and returned to the den where Brian remained sprawled on the floor. I reached down and grabbed the envelope he'd so casually discarded and sat at the table to write on it.

Brian

Some day you'll open this and I am sure you'll most likely take pleasure in the photos or yourself and those sluts you fucked. I want you to know it's over for our marriage or I should say my marriage, as you never really were a part of it. You'll receive the divorce papers in due time and your girl friends will each get a copy of the enclosed. Someone will come for my things and it would be better for you if they were not ruined in any way. I gave you every chance, I even submitted to your fantasy but I know now it was just another lie from you. You made me believe that I was unworthy, that I was somehow not enough but now I know that it is you who has nothing to offer but two minutes or less in the sack. If you fight the divorce then you will get to see me once more, in court along with any or all of your conquests. I'd suggest you go quietly. Raping me tonight sealed off any possibility that I might have entertained to repair this relationship. Perhaps one day you will grow up, though I doubt it. Good-bye!

Someone else's Kitten

I know I should not have signed the note that way but if anything that night I ceased being Mrs. Ellis and became Kitten. I knew I had a long way to go with Master but now, with the baggage of Brian in the trash heap I was finally free to submit to the Master I loved.

The drive to the apartment was hard my pussy was causing me a good deal of pain, but knowing the safety and love that was in that apartment kept me going. I stumbled through the door, unaware that I was dropping blood along the carpet as I stood waiting for the elevator. I did not see the security guard pick up the phone as I stepped into the elevator and once I was in the apartment I made into the couch and collapsed. I stayed there thinking about the events I had just experienced and the tears flooded my eyes and I cried. I cried for the pain between my legs, I cried for the loss of my marriage, I cried that I let Brian take me, but mostly I cried at all that I had lost and the thought that I might lose if Master found out that I allowed Brain to fuck me. 

I was sobbing so hard that I did not hear the commotion coming through the door and when someone touched my shoulder I cringed. I screamed.

"No stop, don't touch me!"

Then I felt a pinch in my arm and slowly my world went black. Sometime later I felt the comfort of being in my bed and when I eventually opened my eyes Master was sitting in a chair pulled close, His eyes closed and I heard Him softly snoring. I looked about and realized I was in my bed in the apartment. I tried to move but realized my hand was being held in Master's and my movement brought Him awake.

"Kitten, how are you feeling?"

"Sir, I feel rested and a little sore. I'm sorry I was not in position to receive you Sir."

I saw Him shake His head at me and say.

"Kitten, when I got here last night you were hysterical. You were bleeding and in a good deal of pain. When I tried to hold you, you screamed and fought me. The doctor I brought in with me sedated you. Then he saw to your wounds, do you recall what happened to you?

I closed my eyes and felt the tears welling up inside me as I did recall all too vividly what had happened to me. I opened my tear filled eyes and looked at Master and said.

"Sir! Kitten is sorry for what she allowed to happen to her. Kitten tried to stop it, but she could not Sir. Please forgive me. Sir!"

I stared at Him as my tears streamed down my cheeks and when Master wiped them away and kissed my cheeks I sobbed aloud.

"Kitten? Kitten! Listen to me. You have nothing to apologize for. From what the Doctor tells me you were brutally taken and you were torn up inside and while you will heal physically I need you to accept that you were not at fault. I assume it was Brian who did this to you and there was enough of his sperm inside your torn vagina for positive proof. I can not let you believe for one more minute that this was your fault."

I could not stop crying nor could I let go of Master's hand. The clarity of the previous night at least to the point where I entered the building helped me to see that Master was right. There was no way short of not going to see Brain that I could have changed the results. Yet, I felt so much shame still. I looked at Master.

"Sir, I understand but I feel so ashamed right now. I should have known better. I should have..."

"NO! You did what was right you went to tell Brian what you knew. You went with the intention of finding out why he did what he did to you. I know you felt that his actions, his cheating were because of some imagined inadequacies of yours. I know it bothered you, and held you back emotionally from being the woman you knew you could be. No, the intentions you had were admirable and I respect you for what you hoped to do. If I had any inclination that he would do what he did, I would have stopped you." 

He handed me a pill and a glass of water then continued.

"WE will deal with the future together Kitten. You are mine and nothing will alter that unless you choose to. As long as you wear my symbol, I will be your Master and I will protect you. Now take this medicine you need a lot of rest. Someone will be with you constantly while you recover."

"Thank you Master."

I took the pill and the water. I would obey this man without question I put my life in His hands completely at that moment and prayed He would never let go. I felt drowsy and mumbled.

"Thank you Master. Kitten will never stop loving to service you, Kitten loves..."

Sleep hit me before I could tell Him I loved Him. The next few days were a blur as I slept a lot. I do know that I was never alone, that Master or Allison and even Brenda from the spa were always there to care for me. The pain between my legs ebbed the wounds inside me healed and soon I felt physically normal and wanted to return to work. Master refused to allow that until the Doctor cleared me. The morning I prepared to return to work I stepped from the shower and looked into the mirror as I dried off, staring at my body and fingering my charm as it dangled just above my perky tits I shouted to the bathroom walls.

"I am Kitten."

(To be continued)



Submissive Squared Ch. 05



I left the bathroom more excited then I can recall. I finally felt completely free to grow and become the Kitten I wanted more then anything. Carefully I selected the shortest skirt, the highest heels and the skimpiest blouse I had. I left enough of the blouse's buttons undone so that my charm and the top of my breasts would be as free as I felt inside. Driving to work and walking to my office I stood tall and erect fully empowered and feeling open to any and every demand Master could dream of. I felt my asshole tingle at the thought of anal intrusion, no longer fearing it instead desiring it. My pussy, so recently abused and wounded by Brian now throbbed again in sexual need, the dampness spreading with every step. 

I entered my office in sufficient time to stow my things and sit at my desk to await the arrival of my boss and Master, Mr. Bennett. I had some issues that Donna needed to discuss, but Kitten was waiting impatiently for her time as well. Squirming in my chair thinking of all that was now possible, all that I could now feel free to experience, all that I could surrender to Master left me breathless.

When Mr. Bennett arrived I stood and demurely asked if I could speak with Him. He nodded and invited me to sit in the chair facing His desk. I sat and did my best to be Donna, keeping my legs together, somehow wanting to keep Donna and Kitten divorced from each other and Donna needed to handle this discussion, at least in the beginning.

"Sir, I have some things I need to discuss with you."

He merely nodded and with a wave of His hand indicated I should continue.

"Sir, after the confrontation with Brian, and my subsequent need for recovery I have come to some decisions and I need to review them with you. First of all I know that until the divorce is final I may not be allowed to legally change my name but I would prefer to no longer be referred to as Mrs. Ellis unless it is absolutely necessary. I intend as soon as I can to take back my maiden name, Donna Woods. At a minimum I would ask that when you need me for work that you ask for Donna or if formality is necessary then to ask for Miss Woods." 

I waited for Him to respond and after a few minutes He said.

"Miss Woods, I have no problem with that and I actually prefer the change. I suggest that you take the time to visit with the attorney handling your divorce and seek their counsel regarding your ability to make that change legally. I do believe that doing so can be accomplished regardless of the state of your marriage I believe it merely requires a petition of the courts. I will set up a meeting for you this morning. Is there anything else Miss Woods?"

"Yes, Sir. I need to know if You will remain Master and if I will remain Kitten?"

"As I told you on that first day when I presented you with the necklace and charm that you will be my Kitten unless and until you take the necklace off. I am committed to training you as My submissive. These past few days I allowed you to recover, now that you are cleared by the Doctor we shall begin the to train you."

I can't express how happy I was to hear His words. I know that my face could not conceal my joy, never the less I said.

"Thank you Master. Kitten is relived to know that she has not lost her Master."

"Miss Woods, I would like to suggest that you take this morning to go to this bank (He handed me a business card) and open a new account in your name, you will have to use Ellis for now and you should use this address (He handed me another card with an address on it). This is your new home as my submissive. As we are speaking, all of your things are being moved from the corporate apartment into this new place. Once you've finished at the bank, they will call with your account number and I will make the changes so all your pay is deposited into that account. Then I want you to go and talk to the attorney's about your marriage and what you want to do with it and about the possibility of making Woods your legal name. By one this afternoon you are scheduled for a session at the spa. I'd suggest you have some lunch before you go, as what I've scheduled will take the afternoon. You will go from the spa to your new home and prepare for my arrival at six. Any questions Miss Woods?"

I was in shock at how much Master had planned for me. I'd not thought of the bank, nor the possibility of legally changing my name prior to the actual divorce and the new home was even more exciting. I'd always known that the apartment was temporary and assumed that I would move when Master was ready to make me His totally.

"Sir...Master?

"Yes Kitten?"

"Master does this new home indicate that you have accepted Kitten and that you will use her as the submissive she wants with all her heart?"

He stared at me for a long time and the longer He remained quiet the more nervous I became. I was physically fidgeting in the chair, my pussy beyond a mere throb as I tried to remain patient. Finally He spoke.

"Kitten you are bound to me now in so many ways. From this moment, if you allow that necklace to remain, you will be completely submissive to me. No more tests or simple explorations. Tonight when you arrive at your new home, you will be mine completely. You will always be naked in this home. You will remove all clothing and hang it in the closet by the front door. All you will ever wear in that home is the jewelry I give you. The necklace will always be on. Tonight when I arrive you will be expected to serve or suffer whatever punishment I feel you need. While you may have felt submissive in our past visits, tonight I will be Master. Do you understand me Kitten?"

Oh god did I understand Him. His words were all I have wanted to hear since my first interview with Him. I realize now that I have wanted to serve Him since I first opened His door and let my eyes feast on Him. In some enchanted way I was bonded to Him at that moment and His words just now locked those bonds and it was all I could do not to orgasm as I heard them.

"Master! Kitten is overjoyed that you have bound me to you and knows that she will fail you at first, but that with Masters' strong hands, Kitten will be totally committed to Master, without pause or question. Thank you Master!"

"Then it is time for you to complete the tasks I've laid out for you today. I will see you in position at six. Oh and Kitten?"

"Yes Master!"

"Tonight will not be a good night for you to be late."

His words carried promise, a promise I did not want to ignore. He'd made it clear that the fun, the playing was now over. Every step I took, every action I made would now be watched and evaluated. Mistakes would earn some type of punishment successes would be merely expected. I understood the role I was voluntarily entering I just hoped my failures would be few, though I knew they would occur. I had a lot to accomplish today and there was no way I would fail tonight, at least not in being in place when Master expected me. Beyond that I could only try to serve Him.

"Yes Master. May Kitten begin her day Master?"

He smiled and nodded. I stood and keeping my head down I gathered my things and left. The bank was fairly simple. Master had set things in motion days ago knowing this would be necessary to keep Brian from my paycheck. I fully intended to maintain paying a share of the bills until the divorce was final, but I had no intention of allowing Brian access to the remainder of my money. I was a bit shocked to see that my new account already had a sizeable amount in it. I was told it was my quarterly bonus and at Mr. Bennett's instructions it had been held until I opened the account. I was given a debit card and some starter checks, shown how to access the online banking and how to pay any bills I had via that service. 

The attorney was almost as easy. Evidently Master had again made some information available and the divorce papers were almost complete. If Brian signed off then the divorce could happen in months, if he did not it might take a year or more. I was assured that it would happen eventually and told to remain patient with the system. While I was mad about the possible length of the proceeding, I realized that it would happen at some time and I was still basically free to be me. Then they told me that my name change was simply a matter of paperwork and it should be official in a few weeks, I merely needed to show them my birth certificate and with the divorce papers the courts would make it happen.

I had some time before my spa appointment and recalling the suggestion of lunch I found a restaurant and sat down. The waitress when she came to the table looked oddly familiar and it took a few moments after she'd left with my order for me to place her. Her nametag then rung the bell and I knew this was one of the women that Brian had slept with, cheated on me with. Knowledge is power and I felt that power as she returned with my lunch. When she asked if there was anything else I needed I looked and saw the restaurant was not crowded so I said

"Yes, there is. You're not busy right now so sit down Sandy and tell me how you and my soon to be ex husband Brian Ellis met and if you are still with him? My name is Donna."

The shocked look on her face, the way her skin went pale then flared red told me a lot but not all I needed to know. Sensing she needed some additional encouragement or reassurance I said.

"I am not mad, in fact I've left that 'two minute' man. I just want to ask a few questions. Would you please give me a few minutes, I think it might be worth your time!"

I noticed her slight grin at the 'two minute' comment and knew I had her attention. She said to give her a minute and she headed into the kitchen and returned with a coffee for herself and sat down.

"I have to tell you that I did not know, at least for sure that Brian was married or still married when I was with him. I want you to know that I do not make it a habit to mess around with someone else's mate."

"I believe you Sandy, in fact you might be surprised to know that in the almost three years I've known Brian, two of which we were married, he's had at a minimum thirty different women."

She grinned and said.

"That's not all that surprising. I guess the fact you managed three years with him is more surprising. I only slept with him twice, he really sucked in bed."

I smiled inwardly at the knowledge that once again it wasn't me that caused Brian's sexual issues.

"Sandy, I appreciate your honesty and if you want the list or to see the evidence I will make sure you have a copy. I do have to tell you that there is a photo of the two of you in bed as well. I promise you that it will never see the light of day unless Brian fights the divorce."

"Oh I'm sure he will fight, he is a possessive bastard and from what I've heard his 'fucking around' has caused him some issues on the job as well. So you might want to watch your money Donna."

"Taken care of Sandy but thanks for the heads up. Is his job in jeopardy, might he be fired?"

"From what I hear through the grapevine, he has become obsessed with seducing women. As you mentioned about the 'two minute' thing, he's quite charming in the seduction and equally disappointing in the sack. I assume he stayed married to have something regular. Anyway he's less focused on his job and it's showing. He's been given a come to Jesus Meeting by his bosses and told to ship up or ship out. Evidently he had a thing with a woman in the company and I hear he tried to play the big dominant and force her to be submissive. I heard she agreed but was severely disappointed in his performance and when he refused to stop pestering her, the proverbial shit hit the fan."

"Sandy how do you know all this?"

"I won't name names but since Brian has regular haunts, places where a lot of his conquests take place, we girls came to know one another. So I might know maybe ten to fifteen of the women he'd failed with if you get my drift and we kind of compared notes."

We chatted while I ate, then she had to go back to work and I had to run to the spa but we exchanged phone numbers and she indicated she'd be happy to testify if I needed it and she was sure a lot of the other girls would too. I felt even more confident in myself now over that chance meeting, any lingering doubts about Mrs. Ellis' desirability vanished, not that there were many left by now.

I entered the spa; "A Woman's Touch" and the familiar face of Bryson greeted me welcoming me back. 

"So good to see you again Miss Woods!" Miss Brenda is waiting for you, please follow me."

So Master had called ahead and gave them my maiden name and like the professionals they were it was used so matter of fact. I was led to a different room this time, further back in the spa and Brenda was waiting for me as once again Bryson disappeared long before I could thank him.

"God he so fast!"

I chuckled and Brenda laughed along with me.

"Now Miss Woods we have a lot to do today, Mr. Bennett has loaded up your afternoon so please remove all clothing and lets get on with it."

I looked around and saw no robe and looked questioningly to Brenda.

"No robe today Mr. Bennett's orders, but no fear dear only my employees in this part of the spa. Come along now, I've been told you need to be out on time and we have so much to do."

I took seconds to remove the skirt and blouse, kick off the shoes and I was ready when Brenda stopped me.

"Sorry I was not clear, keep the stilettos on!"

I quickly slid the heels back on my feet and followed Brenda down the hall to the manicure/pedicure room and was quickly seated on the soft leather seat. My shoes were removed for the pedicure and throughout the procedure as my legs were moved for one reason or another my pussy was openly displayed often. I can only surmise that my total submission that morning to Master had its effect even remotely as I followed all orders as directed, especially after Brenda repeatedly told me all of this was going on at Mr. Bennett's direction. As His my body was His. I was not embarrassed but I was turned on to see Brenda sneaking long lustful glances whenever she could. The older woman working on my manicure seemed to find my tits more interesting and the combined attention kept me wet.

Nails and toes dry I slid off the chair in into my heels once again and we headed to the salon. My hair was washed and conditioned twice as they recalled my preferences, while my naked body, lying back so my head was over the sink, pushed my tits up and out. When ready I moved to the stylist's chair. She was consulting a memo and looking at my hair. She from time to time put her hands on my head and fingered my hair seeming to get some relative idea of the context of my hair. Satisfied she began to mix chemicals at her station. Then she laid a drape over my upper body to protect my skin from the dye she'd mixed. Surprisingly she cut my hair even shorter then the last time. When she pointed the chair to the mirror I saw that while I was still obviously a girl, my hair was now barely covering my ears, but I had to admit I loved the look.

I closed my eyes and drifted off for the dye job, knowing that once it was applied there would be a waiting time that would vary based on the shade the stylist was trying to reach. Some time later I felt an arm on my shoulder and was led back to the washing station where the dye was washed away. Then without returning to the stylist's chair my hair was dried and brushed and I was led back down the hall without seeing the finished product. At the time I paid no attention I was more interested in where I was going. We entered a room with a massage table on it and keeping the heels on I was laid on my belly.

Brenda then entered and began to pour some warm scented oils on my back, a hint of Jasmine hung in the air, the scent I'd used in the bath a week or so ago. With deft hands and superior knowledge Brenda rendered my body limp with a fantastic massage, first covering every square inch of my back, with special attention to my ass then gently rolled me over and resumed the same actions on my front, avoiding my tits and pussy as she did the arms legs and torso. Finally she poured the warm oil on my nipples and let it seep over the crown of my breast then softly rubbed and massaged each breast. I was becoming visibly excited and felt my pussy leaking fluid while my nipples stood at attention. After what seemed a very long time I felt the warm oil trickling on my pubic mound and through my slit, sliding by my wide-open pussy and curling into my ass crack. As Brenda's hands began to massage my upper thighs and pussy I felt the orgasm that had been slowly building all day cresting. When Brenda's mouth come in contact with my pussy the door opened and Master walked in. 

Brenda continued to lick and suck my tinderbox of a cunt and my eyes focused on Master. I did not feel shame I knew all that was happening was under His direction. As Brenda brought me closer and closer to orgasm Master stepped near to me and held a small box in His hands.

"Kitten, this morning you committed to me and this afternoon I am committing to you. I cannot marry you as you are still legally married but I am asking you to accept this as a symbol of my commitment to you and its placement on you as your complete commitment to me. Will you Kitten become truly and completely my submissive mate, obey me in all things and serve me to the best of your ability?"

I did not need any time to think but with the distraction of Brenda's mouth on my pussy I needed to catch my breath before I said.

"Master, with all my heart and soul I do promise to obey, to become totally and completely submissive to you and to serve you in every way to the best of my ability."

At that moment another woman came in carrying what looked like a fancy set of pliers. She took the box from Master and turned to a worktable out of my site. Master then leaned over and took my left nipple in His mouth kissing and sucking it, bringing it further to attention then Brenda's work on my pussy already had. Then Master took my hands in His and asked me to look in His eyes. I did and holding His eyes in mine I flinched but did not waver as something stung my left nipple so sharply that the orgasm I had tried to hold back exploded into Brenda's mouth. 

Master held my gaze and my hands while someone bathed my nipple and pulled and tugged on it before whispering to Master.

"It's done."

Still not averting my gaze as I was commanded and feeling the pain in my nipple slowly ebb I waited for my next command. Brenda had licked me clean and the other woman had left and Master pulled me from the bed never averting His gaze and led me out of the room and into another. He said, as we were about to enter.

"Close your eyes Kitten." 

I did as requested and allowed Him to pull me into the next room. I was hoping that maybe there was a bed and maybe Master was going to claim my needy cunt but He positioned me and told me to open my eyes.

I was standing in front of a full length mirror and stared at the woman looking back at me, so familiar but then so different. My black hair was cut short and now almost blonde and my left nipple was pierced with what looked like a diamond wedding ring. The diamond was so large it stood out. I would learn later it was a full carat set in platinum. I touched the ring and while it was still a bit uncomfortable I could not help but stare at it. Realizing where I was and who I was with I turned and dropped my head and said.

"Master, it is so beautiful. Kitten will never disappoint you Master."

"Kitten when the time comes a duplicate ring will be on your finger joining our souls. This adornment joins our pact as Dominant and submissive and commits us to each other, you to serve me to lead. It is a joint venture Kitten. Now I believe the spa had one or two other things to do. I will see you at six."




Submissive Squared Ch. 05



Then for the first time my Master took me in His strong arms and kissed me forcefully on my lips and left me weak kneed and dizzy one finger on my new ring the other on my charm as Brenda came in and led me out. The one or two things were instructions to keep the nipple clean and infection clear. Then I was allowed to dress and leave. With each step I took my left nipple bounced and the ring in it tugged and reminded me of its presence. I thought in the past that I was walking on air but that day I walked on clouds. I put the new address into my GPS system and drove to my new home. On the card Master gave me were instructions on entering the underground private garage and my numbered space. The same code brought the elevator to the garage and allowed me entry to my floor. Once again the code opened the locks and I stepped into my new home. So cautious of my responsibilities I stripped and hung my clothes in the closet right by the door and saw that the rest of my clothes were neatly hung already.

I had some time and I toured the apartment home. A beautiful and well-stocked kitchen opened to a large room with a spectacular view of the river and the city skyline. Down the hall were three doors only one would open for me. In that room I saw the word Kitten's Nest stenciled on the wall above the bed. Adjoining my room was a bathroom with a large tub and separate shower. The walls were completely mirrored and I saw multiples of me as a blonde with short hair and the reflection from my diamond nipple rings on multiple surfaces. My transformation was complete, the woman who reflected back at me was not the woman who had married Brian she wasn't even the woman who applied to work for Mr. Bennett. She was new and fresh and ready, she was a clean slate and her Master held the chalk. Walking back into the room she noticed none of her toys were anywhere. The she noticed the time and moved to the front door, once again leaving room for the door to open, she knelt, knees spread, chest out, pussy pushed forward and palms resting on her thighs as she awaited her Master's arrival.

The door opened and Master stepped in. He stood still for a moment then said.

"Kitten follow me, and crawl on your hand and knees!"

His command to me was stern and so unlike any of His previous requests. I say requests because all of our past sessions were more encouraging then demanding. My pussy throbbed at the realization that from tonight going forward, He was to not only be in control, His control would not be subtle. I crawled after Him and both my charm and new nipple ring jostled and reminded me of my new status as an owned submissive. He led my to the living room with the spectacular view and he had me stop in the center of the room.

"Remain where you are Kitten. I need to gather a few things."

I was in heaven, this was what I have wanted since that first night with my soon to be ex-husband. I knew that Master would not only use me as He wished but that He would go far beyond what Brian could have even imagined. I recalled that first spanking and how excited I had been and then how empty I felt when after a quick fuck Brian lost all interest. I knew kneeling there that night that some of what I'd read, some of what I'd dreamed of being, would happen. My pussy was alive and my nipples throbbed as I waited for my true Master to return and claim His submissive. I heard Him re-enter the room and kept my eyes to the floor and tried my best to keep calm, though my whole body was anxious and excited for this moment I had for so long waited.

He began to set a number of 'my' toys on the floor where I could see them. The first was the anal trainer and my heart leapt and my pussy throbbed at the sight of it. My virgin ass was going to be used. Then I saw a clip and wondered how my clit would feel when that object closed around that very sensitive nub. Then He placed the dildo I had used when I masturbated myself for Him. Last was a bottle of lubricant that I knew was used to make my ass more accessible. I could hardly contain myself. My pussy and nipples were throbbing and it was all I could do to remain motionless as commanded. Then He spoke, once again in a voice that allowed no question or hesitation.

"Take the dildo and get up on your knees and use it and your hands to show me how you masturbate Kitten, and remember what you've learned."

As I moved to my knees Master came and sat in a chair facing me. I recalled His instructions from before and let my eyes meet His as I slowly massaged my tits and cunt. As I felt myself become more and more aroused I reached out for the dildo and rubbed my entire slit with it, allowing the juice coming from my now overheated pussy to coat that plastic phallus. As I did that Master took the single clip and instead of placing it on my now engorge clit, he placed it over my right nipple. The initial pain radiated throughout my body bringing me ever closer to orgasm. I had managed to slide the dildo into my sopping wet cunt when Master spoke.

"Stop."

I allowed my hands to cease what they were doing and tried to control the ragged breathing I was in the midst of. He gave me time to allow that pending orgasm to subside before He said.

"Kitten, start again. Go slow. Place the dildo into your pussy and hold it there and bend over, allow your head to rest on the floor. Push your ass up."

I put myself into the position as requested and held that fake cock in my wet pussy and continued to play with my tits with my other hand. I enjoyed the sensation of playing with my new ring and the feeling it gave me, a little uncomfortable but also a little pleasurable at the same time. I felt something cold dripping into my ass crack and pooling in my anal opening before trickling down and into my dildo stuffed pussy. When one of His fingers began to massage my anus I froze for a moment then made myself continue what I had been commanded to do. My mind was on my ass and all other motions I made were now being done without thought. I was dreading and longing for what I knew was coming and praying I would respond positively to His ultimate penetration of my virgin hole. I felt the pressure of His finger invade my asshole and gulped at the feeling. Uncomfortable but not significantly painful and as His finger began to pump in and out the small discomfort faded and I began to enjoy the sensation. 

With that finger buried in my ass and my body on the edge He again told me to stop. I cringed at the demand but obeyed. His finger stayed stationary while my arousal began to ebb. When He commanded me to resume both His finger and my hands went back to their motions. I moved my hand to my clipped nipple and toyed with it feeling the pain from my touch. I swallowed hard and then gently began to tease that clipped nub and found that the pain was something that served to only enhance my already all consuming arousal. When Master slipped a second finger into my ass I had a little more discomfort but it too soon faded under the many other stimulations my body was receiving. When those fingers left my ass I felt a longing and a need I could not have imagined at the loss of that full feeling I had back there. 

It didn't last long as I felt a more intense pressure soon replace those wonderful fingers He had been using. The pain in my asshole was more significant then His fingers had been as the plug I knew He was placing there was slowly forced into my ass. I could not breathe for a few moments as that large plug was fully inserted and then seated in my ass. My hands had ceased their caresses and when I allowed myself to breathe again I was stunned at how rapid and short those breaths were. The pain I initially experienced as He pushed that plug in my ass had ebbed somewhat and I was now enjoying the feeling of being pleasurably full. Adapting to that full feeling my hands began to once again move the dildo and pull the clipped nipple and my body was all but ready to explode from the multiple sensations. I should have expected what was to come but I was so consumed with knowing I had accepted the plug in my ass and that I had in some way pleased Him by doing so that I was shocked when He commanded.

"Kitten, time for dinner. Go and put on your skirt, blouse and shoes, there is a small café down the street. You may remove the dildo."

I was stunned at once again being denied my orgasm then further shocked that only the dildo was to be left behind. I was to dress and go out to dinner with my ass plugged and my nipple clipped. I saw myself dressing and knew that both of my nipples would remain hard and distended, one by the clip the other by the piercing. The plug in my ass was not something my mind could ignore either and as I dressed then accompanied my Master all of these sensations kept my orgasm in the forefront. I had to find a way not to allow that orgasm to erupt, especially in public.

I somehow made the short walk to the café, each step intensifying the various stimuli affecting me. Sitting in the hard wooden chair forced the plug in my ass to burrow a bit deeper, that sensation making both my nipples throb in concert with my dripping pussy. I still do not know what I ate or what we discussed during that meal, though I do know we talked. It was all I could do to contain all the feelings my body was giving me with out succumbing to the pleasure they were demanding. 

I made it back to our new home and began removing my clothes before Master had fully entered and closed the door. I did not care if I was seen, I just wanted the evening to continue and for Master to use me and hopefully allow me to orgasm. I was prepared at that moment to do anything, anything at all for some release. Once naked I dropped to my knees and assumed the position I took whenever Master would come home. My clipped nipple and stuffed ass were screaming in my mind but I remained silent awaiting my Master's desire. 

"On your hands and knees Kitten!"

I quickly obeyed Him. I felt His hand on my ass and then on the plug. I felt Him pulling on it, and it seemed my ass was reluctant to release it.

"Relax Kitten."

I had not realized how tense I was and at His words I forced myself to try to relax and in a few moments He was successful in removing the plug. Once again I felt the loss and yearned for its return. I had little time to mourn that as Master had me once again crawl to the living area where my night had started. He once again left me then returned carrying a straight-backed chair from the dining area. He placed that in front of me and sat the anal plug, obviously cleaned, that had been in my ass to the side of the chair. Then he placed the anal trainer box next to it. Then he sat in the chair and ordered me to lie across His lap. He adjusted me so that my ass was over His legs, my head hanging down to one side my legs the other. He told me to brace myself with my hands on the floor and then His hand began rubbing my ass softly. My necklace hung over my face, the Kitten charm now dangling in front of my eyes, my nipple ring hanging just above my face. I waited for His hand to spank me eager was I for that taste of His slap. Instead He asked.

"Kitten! Tell me? Tell me your thoughts on your first evening as my true submissive?"

Where to begin? It was all so thrilling and new how do I explain what I am still trying to understand.

"Master! Kitten is still processing the evening and her arousal is making it hard to express much. Kitten is amazed Sir at all the attention you give her Master."

He remained quiet and I knew He would stay that way. I needed to find those thoughts for Him.

"Master! Kitten has found all that you allowed her to experience very much what Kitten has desired for so long. I feared having my ass used but found myself dreading it when it ended. I worried about how my nipples would feel being clipped but again I found the pain that it caused to only enhance my arousal Sir. Kitten was shocked that you took her to dinner plugged and clipped and she does not recall what she ate, her body was so overwhelmed Sir. Kitten has suppressed many orgasms tonight Sir, her body is a jumble of emotions. Kitten so wants to cum but more so she wants to please you Master. Tonight Sir was everything and more then Kitten could have hoped for and Sir, Kitten hopes the evening is not over Sir!"

Everything I said had come from my heart not my brain. I wanted to cum for Him, I wanted to service Him. I wanted to feel His cock in my mouth, I wanted His hand to spank my ass but more then all of that I wanted what He wanted and in giving that to Him I would find my own pleasure.

"Kitten, I am going to remove the clip from your nipple but before I do that I want to tell you that the pain you felt when it was placed there will seem far less then when I remove it. As the blood flows back into that nipple it will be painful. Are you ready Kitten?"

"Yes Master! I am ready for every one of your desires Sir."

"Good Kitten."

He patted my ass lightly as His hand unclipped my right nipple. I gasped aloud as the pain was as He indicated. I felt my body squirming as if I could somehow avoid the pain emanating from that tit and spreading through my body. Soon the radiating pain eased and Master spoke again.

"Kitten look at the plug and the anal trainer. The plug I used tonight was the first one, do you see how they increase in length and girth?"

I looked at the box and the plug that was in my ass and wondered how I would handle the larger ones. I trembled as my eyes focused on the biggest one, the one that was just slightly bigger then Master's cock. I gulped and said.

"Yes Master!"

"Over the next few days Kitten I will use those plugs and expand your capacity. When that you take that last one know after that I will take your ass with my cock. I want you to understand that your body is mine. Your pussy is my pussy. Your tits are mine. This is the gift that you give me."

Again I trembled but merely said.

"Master, Kitten is yours Sir. Her cunt, her ass, her tits her mouth her body. Nothing pleases Kitten more then giving her self to you. Kitten is you slut, yours to use as you see fit."

"Kitten I am now going to spank you. I will give you ten on each cheek. This is to be a ritual for you Kitten, regardless of how obedient you are. You will count those for me Kitten and if you lose count we will start from the beginning. Tonight I allow you to cum if your body so wills it. In the future, you orgasms will come with permission. Are you ready sweet Kitten?"

"Oh yes Master! Kitten has longed to feel Your hard hand on her ass."

It seemed forever before I heard His hand seconds before my left ass cheek erupted in blissful pain.

"One Master"

I choked out and I counted each slap as required. I came hard when He administered number seventeen and I had tried to hold off till He'd finished. Still as my orgasm overwhelmed me I managed a weak.

"Eighteen, Master"

"Nineteen Master Oh god"

"Twenty Master. OH god Master Thank you."

I remained on His lap my unfocused eyes staring at the charm dangling over my face, my ass radiating in pain, delicious pain and my orgasm now gently pulsing though me. All that I had experienced tonight was running like a movie in my mind but I had an ending for my movie that I could only hope for. As I calmed from my orgasm, as my ass throbbed ever less painfully I waited and hoped I had earned what I wanted. I felt His hand on my shoulders helping me up and off His lap. I heard in my orgasm-fogged brain the command to kneel. I felt the soft but warm slap of His cock on my mouth and then heard what I dreamed.

"Make love to my cock Kitten, you have earned this treat."

I stared up at Master forcing my eyes to clear so that I might enjoy the view of this man who has given me much. When His face was clear I looked down to see His beautiful cock hanging and waiting for me. I took him in my mouth and I loved that cock. I licked and kissed the shaft, sucked His heavy balls and impaled my mouth with Him as I brought that cock to full life. I kept my eyes on His face as I used hands and mouth to show my Master the love I had for His cock and for Him. I recalled His words a few days before about the journey and so I allowed myself to enjoy His cock and in return to give Him the pleasure my Master deserved.

My ass still throbbed, my right nipple still carried the memory of being clipped, my asshole felt empty and in need but my mouth, my mouth was experiencing a joy to be remembered as His hot hard cock made its first home in me. I would work to make my ass it's second home and if I earned it, I would make my pussy it's third and most important and enjoyable home. But tonight I would love that cock with my mouth and tongue.

Once again it seemed too soon but I felt Him spasm and the now delicious taste of His cum filled my mouth repeatedly. I swallowed every drop knowing both the gift it was and the fact that to have that gift again would have to be earned. I softly pumped His shaft and caught the final emission of His seed in my mouth savoring once again the taste of Him. As I allowed that beautiful cock to leave my possessive hands I moaned at the loss and at the wonderful feeling in my mouth and belly. I looked up to see my Master smiling.

He lifted me into His arms and while I may have hoped He was taking me to His bed, I inwardly knew that treat was one I would earn only over time. When he lowered me into my new bed and kissed me on my lips I had a small orgasm that seem to please Him as He turned off my light and closed the door. I slept in anticipation of the next morning, Saturday and how I could please my Master.

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Submissive Squared Ch. 06



I woke up and was momentarily confused the room was strange, and it took a moment or two to recall that I was now in Kitten's Nest, my bedroom in my Master's house. I recalled the night before and the enjoyment I experienced in having His wonderful cock in my mouth. I let my hand rub my stomach recalling how I swallowed Masters seed and imagining His sperm swimming down my throat. My pussy tingled at the memory. I quickly jumped out of bed, unsure of what I was supposed to do, I had never slept in the same house as Master I'd always been alone and merely prepared myself for work. Today was Saturday and Master was, god where was He? Where was I supposed to be? I panicked and wanted to run from the room and find Him, submit to Him, be the submissive woman He expected. Then my thoughts settled and I knew I needed a shower, I needed to do what I did every morning. Use the facilities, shower, brush and dry my hair and then I would go to the room where He'd used me last night and kneel either in front of Master if He was already up or face the direction He'd come from.

After I'd taken care of my bodily needs, brushed my teeth eliminating the remnants of His taste from my mouth, I walked slowly to the living room finding it empty. I took a leisurely look at the spectacular view, the sun was up but I could tell it was still early. Then I faced the direction Master would come and knelt on the carpet. My knees were spread wide to display my pussy. I sat straight up and pushed my chest out making my pert 34 B tits jut into the room as best as on can with small tits. Then I laid my hands on my thighs, palms up and bent my head to stare at the floor. My eyes fixed on my charm, the little Kitten hanging from my neck and dangling above the valley of my tits. The diamond in the ring in my left nipple caught the early morning rays of the sun and sparkled and my mind filled with joy. I recalled the scene at the spa, Brenda eating my pussy in front of Master, Master commanding that I hold my eyes on Him while another woman pierced my left nipple and inserted that beautiful diamond ring. 

I had begun to recall the feeling of the plug as it was inserted into my virgin asshole when I head His footsteps. I cleared my mind, focused my eyes on the floor and waited, impatiently for Him to come and make His needs known, hoping I was capable of whatever He'd require. The dampness between my legs betrayed my impatience but I was powerless to stop. This Man, my true Master held my heart and soul and I ached to please Him.

"Good morning Kitten. I trust you rested well?"

"Yes Master."

"I am pleased to see you here waiting for me Kitten. You body seems to glow this morning, your tits look so delightful and ready and I see your pussy is prepared as well. We will discuss what our routines should be over breakfast later. I realize that I had not prepared you, yet I am pleased to find you this way."

My head was swimming. Master had never complemented my body before. He had never once mentioned that He found my body attractive and surprisingly I had never missed that. I was so intent on serving Him that my own ego assumed that He was happy with my petite frame and smallish tits. 

"Thank you Master. Kitten was concerned as well, not knowing what Master would expect of her."

Yes and thank you for liking my body and for all the complements. Should I have said that to Him? Would that be wrong, would that imply that I had needs too? All of this was new to me. Sure I'd read a lot but reading what others did or did not do is one thing. All I knew for sure was that I was in love with Master and prepared to accept His desires, His wishes, His demands and be the best submissive I could be. I would make my entire body available to Him wherever and whenever He desired. I decided to let our relationship develop as it would, accept His discipline when earned and try not to think too much about what I should or shouldn't do until He told me one way or another.

"Master Kitten is pleased that Master finds her body attractive Sir."

"Kitten you are a beautiful woman and you've a delightful body. I look forward to the days to come and to see how that body responds to what I will teach you. When you first stepped into my office I saw a woman with professional confidence. At the same time I saw in you a lack of personal confidence, a belief that you were not desirable, not beautiful. When you babbled on about your husband's dress code I began to suspect that underneath there was a woman I would find very attractive. As I watched you fidget and nervously explain your sexual relationship I saw a woman that would blossom with a partner that appreciated her and that such growth was not going to happen with your husband."

Wow! Master was saying that He was attracted to me the first time He saw me, regardless of how I was yapping on about my marriage. The memory of that interview still made me blush as I recalled my foolish words, my ignorance of what I was saying, oh how amateurish I sounded. Yet, through all of that He saw in me what my own husband never saw. I smiled to myself knowing that Master saw the beauty in me even when I didn't.

"Master! Kitten admits she was ignorant and foolish and is grateful that Master was willing to see beyond that ignorance. Kitten is happy to have You Sir and to know that you will complete me in ways Kitten cannot imagine. Kitten, sir and Miss Woods too, are in love with you Master. Thank you Sir."

"Kitten Master loves you too. I have long desired a woman like you, your body excites me and knowing your submissive nature just makes you that much more desirable. It is my wish to be your Master and lover and as you wish to serve me so to do I wish to give you what you desire. Now let us continue. Kitten stand up and place your hands behind your head, push your chest out."

Dizzy with the knowledge of His love and fevered with my own desire to serve Him I stood as directed. His eyes stared at me devouring me and making me wetter. I saw the pure lust in His eyes and knowing it was my body that caused it pleased me. I admit it was self-serving but deep inside I knew that I could not serve Him completely if I did not think what I offered Him was not what He desired. I waited and not all that patiently. I wanted contact, physical contact. A touch, a spank, a caress I wanted any of those.

"Spread your legs out more, put your feet beyond your shoulders, open yourself to me Kitten."

I did as He commanded and remained quiet as no questions were asked. I watched as He went to the anal trainer selecting the next plug as well as the lubricant. I watched as He covered the plug in the lube and recalled the feeling when the smaller plug had invaded me. I prayed that I would be able to accept that plug. When He had completely saturated the plug with lube He stood it on the ottoman and then picked up something I could not see and returned to me. I watched as He squeezed out the ointment I had been given at the spa. I'd already forgotten I was supposed to use it on my pierced nipple. Master had not forgotten and He then reached out and caressed my left tit and gently toyed with my nipple. Then He took hold of the ring and moved it up and down then pulled it from one side along the band to slide through the piercing. I saw that the part that had been in my nipple was crusted and watched as Master cleaned it then bathed it in the ointment. Slowly He then slid the ring back into my nipple and once it was in position He cleaned the part that had moved into my piercing. He was being very thorough and I felt foolish for not remembering to do this myself. I could not help it but I spoke.

"Master! Kitten forgot Sir. Kitten promises she will take better care of Your body Sir."

He looked at me and grinned.

"Kitten I took your body as mine. I will care for it. I had you ringed and I will make sure that the ring remains as pure as our relationship. As long as I am here with you, I will do this until you have healed."

I stood there as He continued to move the ring back and forth assuring that the ointment was where it needed to be and that the ring moved freely. He told me that He would continue to move the ring during our play so that it would remain free and that my nipple would heal and not adhere to the ring. Then He took my other nipple and began to play with both tits. He was gentle with the left but more aggressive with the right one and He soon had me aroused. When He took His hand from my ringed nipple and placed it between my legs I gasped as He stroked my wet pussy lips. He did this for a few minutes then He brought my to the ottoman by leading me with my right nipple pinched in His hand. The pain was delightfully exploding in my cunt as He centered my ass over the lubed plug. He increased His actions on my right nipple twisting and pulling and bending it while His other hand found my engorged clit and softly played with it arousing me and bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. 

I was at a point where if this continued I was going to be overcome with an orgasm that I knew I could not control when the hand on my right nipple slipped up to my shoulder and He pressed me down. I moved with that pressure squatting over the ottoman and the plug moving closer to my anus. In my mind I knew what was happening but given the orgasm building in me I was oblivious in my mind until I felt the cold hard tip of the anal invader pressing into my anus. Focusing on the orgasm I barely noticed the pressure in my asshole as I slowly lowered myself onto the plug allowing it to spread my asshole open as it entered. The orgasm had a life of its own and as it exploded I dropped onto the plug and engulfed the invader in my ass. There was some discomfort but most of it was shielded by the orgasm. As my orgasm faded I began to feel how full my ass felt and that feeling seemed to only add fuel to the orgasm and I gasped and then moaned.

"Oh god it feels so good."

Realizing those words were aloud and not in my mind I quickly added.

"Thank you Master."

His hand rested on the ottoman, my pussy in His palm, my ass fully stuffed and my mind coming back from orgasmic heaven when Master took His hand and stood.

"Get dressed Kitten, time to go out for breakfast."

I stayed seated on the ottoman for a moment as I mentally processed what I was just told. At least I thought as I stood I won't have a nipple clipped. Standing now and trying to walk the presence of the plug filling my ass was all I could think about. I supposed it would not fall out, but could it? I didn't feel as if I could walk normally, my feet seemed to need to be a little further apart then normal. I stood at the front door and opened the closet and while I wished I had some sort of panties or pants to wear, all I had were short skirts or dresses and blouses. I chose a short dress so I would not have to deal with two items of clothing. The dress was a light blue color and the top low so a good portion of my tits showed and so thin that my ringed nipple was pushing the material and making itself obvious. Just as I slipped on my heels, Masters hand slipped inside my dress and after grasping my right nipple I felt the pain again as He placed the nipple clip back on. I guess my meals out in public would include both a plug and a clamp. Taking a few deep breaths to steady myself I followed Master into the elevator and eventually out to the early morning. One change from last night, Master clasped my hand in His as we walked.

Once again sitting in the chair at the table served to intensify the feeling in my ass but I was able to think clearly as I studied the menu. Perhaps the orgasm Master had allowed me that morning also made this meal easier then dinner had been. Perhaps having once before been exposed like this in public I was more acclimated to the experience. Master ordered breakfast for the two of us and then He asked.

"Kitten! Tell me more about yourself? Parents? Siblings? Friends?"

I was a little concerned to say Master in public, I'd only called Him that in private or in the spa yesterday and looking quickly and seeing that while the café was busy there were no young children who should not be exposed to adult issues such as the world of BDSM I gathered up my courage and said

"Master! Kitten has parents Sir. The live on the other coast with my brother, well Sir my brother lives with his wife and children but they are both, that is my parents and my brother in are in California. May Kitten ask Master about His family Sir?"

"Yes Kitten, let's consider these meals we have in public a time to get to know each other. In the note I left you with the necklace I explained a little about my life but not much. I explained to you that I was not married nor had I ever been. I told you I considered my business my wife. My parents died a few years ago in a traffic accident. I do have a sister and she too is married with two children. My nephew is six and my niece is just about three. They live a few hours from here and I would like to take you with me next time I visit. It seems as if you are a little bothered by the plug in your ass Kitten and perhaps the clip on your nipple? "

"Master the plug is very comfortable but with the throbbing in my right nipple and the plug Kitten is very aroused Sir. I hope I am not embarrassing you Sir!"

"Kitten you are not embarrassing me, in fact seeing you sitting there, your nipples pushing out of your dress is very stimulating to me as well."

"Thank you Sir! Kitten was going to say that when she meets your family, would they be meeting Kitten or Miss Woods? Kitten needs to know what you want in public Sir. She also wants to understand more about what Master wants in private Sir."

"I guess in some ways that will depend on you Kitten. At work you must always be presented as Miss Woods. As for meeting family I am not ashamed to be your Dominant and you my submissive. Saying that, I am not into publicly exposing you any more then having you dress as you are now. The clip and plug are part of your training, getting you to more easily adapt to our private life. While you are dressed here you also know that you're ass is impaled and your one nipple is clipped and the other has been pierced. I am sure you are imaging that everyone in this café knows that and it is turning you on. I know that it is all in your mind and so do you but it does not stop your arousal nor mine."

"Master Kitten does feel as if every eye is on her and knows that she is your submissive. Regarding your family Kitten will have no issue being known as your submissive to your family, but would want to respect you niece and nephew and not show them that part of our life. Your sister and husband can know. I am not ashamed of what I have chosen and the same for my family Sir. I will not have an issue with my parents knowing what I have chosen as I know they will see what I see in you Sir. They will know that this submissiveness is my way of showing my love. My brother and his wife also, but once again Sir, I feel a responsibility to protect young children and do not want to be presented as such in front of them, either with family or in a restaurant with you. I made sure there were no children here Sir before I allowed Kitten to speak."

"Kitten I would expect you to act the same way should the day come that we might have children. As I said, I am happy to be the Dom and you the Sub as I feel it expresses our love for each other. Yet I do not see the virtue or the erotic need to humiliate you openly in public or in front of our families. In short I will not introduce you to my Sister and her family as my submissive, but you may call me Sir or Master and let them figure it out. It is up to you Kitten I will let you take the lead. It will be enough for me that you obey me."

"Yes Sir. Kitten will always obey you Sir even when she cannot call you Master Kitten will always treat you as Master. Sir, Kitten is pleased to get to know Her Master but she is on the edge Sir."

"I can see that Kitten and maybe you're right that someone in here sees that too. Our breakfast will be over soon and you need to concentrate and hold off that arousal. Kitten I need a submissive that trusts her Master and in trusting she must allow her Master to control her completely and that means that you will sit here and finish your breakfast. Squirm if you have to, but you may not release that orgasm I know you feel building in you. Does Kitten think that Master is not also being aroused by being here with you?"

I had not thought that Master was as aroused as I was. In all our time together He always seemed so in control. I thought of how long it took me to have Him release His cum when I made love to His cock. I began to see that not only would I need to open my ass and pussy, to swallow His cock, but also to allow Him to control my release. I had a lot to learn, so much more then I had imagined. 

"Master, Kitten is doing her best Sir and realizes how much she needs to learn beyond the capability to be used by you physically in any way you chose. Kitten is beginning to understand that she also needs to give you control of her mind as well as her body. It is hard to sit here Sir. I feel the need to masturbate to allow myself pleasure and that is insulting to you Master. Kitten is ashamed of her lack of respect for you Sir."

"It is a learning experience Kitten. I need for you to not just be submissive to me, but to embody that submissiveness completely. When we finish this breakfast we will take a leisurely stroll and take out time in returning to the apartment."

I understood that the stroll would be more of a punishment to me, extending my time in public delaying any desired touch or hope for release. We soon finished our breakfast and as I stood to leave I could see that my chair was wet. I felt my face burn seeing the evidence of my arousal and what the waitress would think when she prepared our table for the next customer. If Master saw my shame, my flush of humiliation He did not mention it. He took my hand in part to steady me knowing I needed a minute to adjust to the feeling of my full asshole. We left the café hand in hand and turned away from our new home and walked for a long time before returning. Each step in that walk let me feel the plug moving in my ass and I began to see how stimulation of my anal passage was in some way connected top my pussy. My thighs were soon coated with my vaginal juices. 

Entering the apartment I stripped quickly again not caring that the door was closed. This too was something I would need to control. I realized that just as I orally loved His cock, as I masturbated that I needed to understand the journey. My haste even in stripping took away from the pleasure Master might have in watching my body be revealed. I was too anxious, to quick in everything. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of Master. Once again I elected to speak before receiving permission.

"Master, Kitten has a lot to learn. She has made many errors this morning. Kitten now believes she understands that being submissive is one thing and that being the submissive her Master expects is another. Kitten is prepared now Sir."

"Prepared for what Kitten?"

"Master Kitten is prepared to serve you. How, where or when is not for Kitten to say Sir. I am humbled by my errors today. Kitten is guilty of allowing her body to control her and not allow her Master to do so. Kitten is prepared for you now Master. She will obey you and she will work to put the control of her body and its needs in Your hands Sir."

"First let me remove your plug and your nipple clamp. It is not healthy to leave it in for too long nor is it good for your nipple to be so long without blood. Kitten on your hands and knees and show me your ass. Remember to relax as I remove the plug."




Submissive Squared Ch. 06



I obeyed and positioned myself with my ass up and my legs spread. Then without thinking I rested my face on the floor and took my hands and spread my ass cheeks open. Master allowed me to remain in this position for a few moments either stunned by my lewd actions or fascinated by them. When His hand grabbed the flat end of the plug and pulled it slid our easily and I felt once again the emptiness I recalled from the last time, then as His other hand released my clamped nipple I screamed. I remained as I was and quieted my screaming as the blood filled my nipple, while Master took the soiled plug to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink. When He returned He said.

"Come Kitten, crawl with me."

Instead of going to the living room we moved down the hall past my bedroom and what I assumed was His room and stopped at the third door. Master took a key from His pocket and opened the door. I could not see as the room was dark, either it was without windows or they had been covered. I crawled in a few feet remaining at Master's heel. When His hand turned on the lights I gasped.

"Yes Kitten this is the room where you will be when you need or when I want to discipline you. Do you see the places where you can be restrained? Do you see all your toys plus those I added? Do you see the bench where I can fold you over and make your ass an inviting target for the crop, my belt or my hand? Can you see your ass being filled with my cock while you are bent over that bench? Yes Kitten this is the room that we will use to remove you resistance to submission. You will hate this room then you will love it. This room will be your nightmare and your dream. In this room you will blossom to be the submissive you desire, the submissive I want."

I was frightened and aroused at the same time. I feared what would happen on that bench at the same time I wanted to be there right then. I saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and from the wall and I wanted to run away and run to them at the same time. I imagined the pain and the pleasure. I felt the sting and the kiss. I waited and looked, I hoped and feared and then Master had me crawl out and He shut the door and locked it. I felt a sadness that my time was not now, felt a relief that it was not time. I was confused and aroused and I crawled behind my Master and loved Him even more.

Reaching the living room Master opened His pants and looked down at me. Now I had to make the right move, say the right thing. While I wanted to be punished I had to take the punishments in His time, not mine. I looked up into His eyes and saw His need.

"Master? May Kitten be allowed to use her mouth to try and make love to Your beautiful cock Sir?"

His slight nod was all I needed to begin. As much as I wanted to have His cock in my hands and in my mouth I moved slowly, remembering all the time about the journey and trying to forget the destination. I unzipped his pants and lowered them and His boxers. His semi-erect cock hung, just inches from my face as I lowered His clothing. I tentatively allowed my tongue to glaze the tip of His cock, I slowly licked softly at His sack, touching each of His heavy balls then licking and kissing those two nuts wanting Him to be erect and hard before my mouth or lips touched that cock. I bent down and licked below His ball and into that soft area just behind the base of His meat. I heard Him gasp as I did this so I lingered just a moment longer pleasuring that area before returning to His balls. I sucked each of them into my mouth and bathed them with the saliva that was accumulating in my mouth my desire for Him was unquenchable. I saw that I had achieved my goal, His beautiful cock was hard and I could see His blood throbbing in His veins and a small amount of His arousal was gathered on the tip of that wonderful stick of man meat.

I kissed and lick that cock moving up and eventually engulfing Him. I kept the mantra in my mind 'the journey, the journey". It was more delightful for me this time as I felt a confidence in my actions that came from having learned what He enjoyed. When He released His pent up need and filled my mouth with the seed I so savored, I slowly swallowed each emission, allowing my cheeks to swell out and hold the contents of His cum so I could enjoy 'sipping' the heady brew He and I created. My actions seemed to please Master as I heard Him groan. When the last of His hot white ejaculated trickled down my throat I slowly allowed His cock to leave the warmth of my used mouth. I could see that my holding His cum left His cock coated with His seed and smiled as I licked even more of His nectar, enjoying the taste of His cooling cum.

Finished I took His cock in my hands and again spoke without being asked 

"Master, Kitten is anxious to feel this hot hard cock in her ass, Sir. Kitten knows that she needs to await you, but Kitten also knows that no cold plastic plug will ever satisfy her growing need."

I was surprised that His cock twitched in my hands as I made my desire known. I gently stroked His cock as I waited for His words, His command. 

"Kitten! I will give you what you earn when you earn it. For now you have earned my approval of you mouth. However, I promised you that each day you would also have the pleasure of lying over my legs and receiving my hand on your ass. That time is now Kitten."

He moved to the chair but did not put His cock away as He had always done in the past. When I placed my body over His knees as He instructed His cock was resting against my side. His hand moved and my ass received and I called out the count. I was to receive twenty stokes to my ass, ten on each cheek. This was not punishment but a daily ritual. A ritual that began yesterday and one I was not in any way accustomed to. When I had called out 'seventeen' I once again wanted to cum but I tried to hold it back but His cock was now hard and poking into my side. When the next blow landed I screamed.

"Eighteen! Shit Master your slut needs to cum."

"Nineteen! OH god please Master may I cum?"

"Twenty! I am so sorry Master I tired but ah shit! Oh my god that feels so damn good!"

I hung my head, not only had I cum without permission again but I told Him how good it was. His cock was harder then before and I squirmed to move away from it as it poked into my ribs. I felt my body being moved and soon I was on my knees. I looked up and saw a determined Master.

"Cuming without My permission makes you a slut and not a submissive Kitten."

As He spoke those words His own hand was stroking His cock. I was jealous I wanted that hard cock.

"I told you many times that my cum would be a gift you earned. Today I gave you my cum and now you cum without permission. Now you will watch as I masturbate."

I watched Him stroke His own cock and drooled as I saw what He had chosen to withhold from me, to punish me. When He came after a while He shot His cum on my tits and belly and refused to allow me to use my hands to scoop it up and taste. He instead took me by the hands and pushed me into my shower and rinsed His ejaculate off my body and let it swirl down the drain. I stood and wanted to cry at the loss of that seed and the warmth of it, as it should have passed my throat. I began to understand that there are some punishments worse then a spanking. I could only hang my head and apologize.

"Kitten is sorry Master. She is so sorry Sir."

"This morning in the café you were noticeably excited sitting there with the plug in your and the clip on your nipple. I made you stay for breakfast then made you walk before coming home. I pushed you hard this morning and I will push you hard again. I knew you would cum and I allowed it so you could see what you might lose when you can not control your body."

I understood what He was telling me, how He knew of my weakness and used as a lesson. While a part of me wanted to cry at not being allowed to swallow His ejaculate or feel His hardness in my mouth a much stronger thought reminded me that I was far from being the submissive I wanted to be nor the submissive me Master wanted. I would not forget this lesson and prayed that I could develop the self-control I needed.

"Master Kitten realizes how weak she is. Kitten is slowly understanding that her desires should be your desires. She learns more each moment she is with you Master. Yet Kitten knows that she has much to learn and begs Master to teach her."

"Kitten I know you are not unaware that spanking your lovely ass aroused me as well. In time you will see that my arousal for you is easy, that your beauty and willingness to submit affect me in ways no other woman has or could. I would have preferred to use your mouth I enjoy how well you have learned so quickly to make love to my cock. It tells me that you are trying and I will always respect the effort Kitten even when you fail. In reality you will fail in many ways, but as long as you understand those failures you will grow. I see in you a woman who will enjoy the discipline I administer as long as that discipline connects to your growth."

"Thank you Master."

I did not know what more I could say. I too realize that by cuming while being spanked was so arousing that I could not control my orgasm. Did I want that pain? Did I need it? When Brian spanked me I was so aroused, much more then I had ever been during any sex he and I had. 

"Knowing this Kitten. Knowing that you enjoy the pain, I decided to deny you something that I saw you enjoyed, having my cock in your mouth. You have early on come to love my cock and I can see that you will ultimately love that cock and enjoy it no matter where I place it. You will soon love to feel it in your ass and eventually in your pussy. I think that denying you those pleasures will prove to be more punishment then the whip."

OH god, He is so right. I wanted, still want that cock in my mouth. I've already told Him that His warm cock would feel better then the plugs in my ass. I can only imagine how wonderful that cock will feel inside me, inside my ass or my pussy. I would have to learn quickly or my suffering will be intolerable. 

"Please Master, Kitten has no other desire stronger then your approval, your pleasure. Kitten wants to be owned completely by You Sir. Deny Kitten your cock until she learns her place Sir. Sorry Sir, it is not for me to ask."

"Kitten we have only really just begun. This is only the second day in our true roles as Master and sub. I want you on the floor of the living room. On your back, legs and arms spread. Now go, I will be there shortly."

I crawled to the living room and centered myself so that I might spread out as required. I could see my arousal in my hard nipples and feel my pussy throbbing lightly. Would I always be this ready? Or was I once again seeing to my own possible pleasure and not that of Master? I cleared my mind of where I was, tried to forget my nakedness, my complete exposure in this position. I tried to think of Master and how I might please Him. I stared at the ceiling and let my mind focus on the pure white paint and felt my nipples soften. I was getting there but as soon as I heard His footsteps my nipples betrayed me. For the first time since I discovered this lifestyle I began to doubt my ability to be completely submissive. My desire to be that submissive was as strong if not stronger then ever, but I doubted my ability to get there. I recalled once again the mantra I'd used with oral sex. I repeated it over and over in my mind 'the journey' 'the journey' until it became automatic and I felt a calm relaxation wash over me. Even when Master issued His command for me to pleasure myself I held on to that calm.

I masturbated myself as Master watched. I let my eyes focus on His and fondled my body as I had learned, slowly. I felt each touch of my fingers and how my nipples, my pussy and my clit accepted each caress and sent more fire inside me. I felt the orgasm come together and build and tried to remain oblivious to it. I worked to hold it at bay, to slow it down, telling myself 'yes its there and it is ready but it will await'. I told myself that my own fingers did not have the power to release that orgasm. I told myself that only Master could release it, that this was Master's orgasm. My legs trembled in my effort to hold back, my head was rolling back and forth such was the immensity of the pleasure building inside me. I maintained eye contact with Master and I think it helped my focus. My control was wavering, a voice inside my head told me how good it would feel, how aroused and ready I was but I let the mantra drown out those thoughts and hoped they would win that inner battle. My chest was heaving, my toes wiggling as I strained to hold back. Then I saw Master smile and it renewed my strength. My fingers in my cunt were drenched, my pussy was throbbing with need, my nipples felt ready to explode but Master's smile caressed me.

"Stop Kitten."

I dropped my hands and my body trembled as the fire in my cunt slowly died. I felt empty and alone inside. My body tried to rebel the voice in my head reminded me of what I would miss. Yet I remained still, my hands one sticky the other dry. I continued to hold Master's eyes in mine.

"Kitten do you know that you were masturbating for over thirty minutes? Do you know that I sensed your desire to cum half way through? You can control yourself Kitten. You are not completely there but I can see you have the inner strength to do this Kitten."

"Thank you Master."

I groaned. I did not trust my voice to say anymore as my body was still in turmoil.

"Next time Kitten I will let you go and you must tell me when you can no longer control yourself. It now time for us to go and have lunch. I will prepare the plug while you rest."

I was worried that the plug would set me off, force the orgasm to come rushing back. I was not concerned about the pain the plug might cause, I was determined to be ready to have His cock in my ass. When Master returned with the plug He had also brought me a bottle of water and made me drink. I had not realized how thirsty I was.

"Kitten I believe that when you are aroused that the plug will be easier for you to accept. Do you recall this morning how easily you accepted the plug while I had stimulated you? When the day comes when I take your anal virginity with my cock, it will happen while you are aroused and ready. Just as lovers use foreplay prior to sex. So as we do this insertion, I will once again start by using my hands on your tits and my finger in your pussy. I want you to know that if you feel the need to cum, that you have my permission, in fact cuming might enable you to enjoy lunch. Are you ready Kitten?"

"Yes Master. Please plug my ass."

We repeated the same actions as this morning with Master using my right nipple to pull me in place over the ottoman upon which the new and larger plug sat coated in lube. Masters' touch had indeed resurrected the orgasm and having come so close just minutes before I was exploding as my asshole came in contact with the plug. I was so uncontrolled that I rammed my ass down and took the plug quickly, so quickly that I gasped at the sudden fullness in my ass. I do not recall any significant pain, only a feeling of being extremely stretched. Master allowed me time to become adjusted and to completely release my orgasm and when I seemed calm and ready He gave me His hand and helped me stand. I had thought walking was hard that morning but now? I felt every motion of my legs. Although I knew the plug was buried in my ass, I felt like just as much of it was hanging between my legs. It took some time to reach the closet by the door and when I got there I looked at Master and said.

"What would please you Master? What would you like you submissive to wear?"

I realized that this was the first time I had asked Master to chose my clothing. This morning had reached a part of me that was still developing, the inner sub was growing and Miss Woods was in a small but well hidden corner of my mind. I had put my trust in Master I realized. I was inching towards the woman I so wanted to be and I smiled as Master selected a dress for me. I do not know if He too realized that one piece of clothing was easier to put on then two, or if one zipper was easier the a half dozen buttons or if He just liked the color. It didn't matter as I slipped the dress on, slipped into heels and waited. Lunch I learned was not going to be with a nipple clamp. Taking my hand once again we ventured out to lunch.

The plug in my ass was never forgotten as with each step I felt it and while I enjoyed the feeling, I felt as if I was bowlegged as I held Master's hand. We found a small restaurant and Master held my chair, and then held my hand as I slowly lowered my plugged ass into the seat, emitting a small gasp as I sat. I squirmed looking for a comfortable position and soon realized there would be none. Master once again ordered for us and then He asked.

"How do you feel Kitten? Are you comfortable?

How do I feel, damn I feel like a bitch on a stick. Am I comfortable? Hell no!

"Master Kitten is as comfortable as she can be Sir. I feel full. Kitten can not ignore the feelings in her ass Sir."

"Kitten! Know that it has its purpose. As does this lunch. I know you can't see it but I too am a bit uncomfortable."

I grinned. Master was letting me know once again that I was desirable, telling me that He had an erection knowing the plug was in my ass and that He was a step closer to claiming my ass with that cock.

"Master! Kitten will have a difficult time in the office. She will see her Master constantly and knows she will need to see Mr. Bennett. So not only will Kitten need to learn to control her body, but Kitten will need to control Kitten and allow Miss Woods out to work. It is going to be hard for Kitten to allow Miss Woods such freedom with you Master!"

I smiled and giggled to let Him know that I was in some ways kidding a bit. I think we both understood the need to be different at work. Sure there would be times when Master would call for Kitten but now with us living together those times would occur less and less often.

"Kitten. Are you enjoying your job?"

"Yes Master. I find it challenging and educational. I know I have worked for the company, excuse me Your Company for a while but it so different in this new position. I am seeing more of the complete picture then I ever did. It makes me think that such exposure might be good for others. Do you think there is a way to help broaden the view for those who are working where I did before?"

"I think you have an interesting concept. I want you to work on it this week and plan to report to me on Friday what you think would be the approach to this idea. If I buy it, then I will have you present it to senior management."

"Thank you Sir, I will do my best."

"Kitten do you realize that your left nipple and the ring are outlined in your dress? That your right nipple is not? Does knowing that further excite you?"

I looked down at my chest and the difference in my two tits was obvious. My left nipple was hard and clearly obvious while the right side of my chest, no such protrusion. I smiled and looked at Master.

"Master does this look have you cock even harder Sir?"

"Yes Kitten you have your Master on edge. Does that make you feel good?"

"Yes Master. I have over the years felt so unattractive, so unworthy. I know now that such beliefs were caused by my previous relationship. To see that Kitten, the Kitten you made of me, can have such an effect pleases me very much Sir. Should I apologize?"

Master laughed and shook His head.

"Kitten long before this day, you had the ability to make me hard. Do you think those days I spent 'in meetings' were for anything other then to be someplace where I could concentrate? I find you body, your face and your desire to serve me intoxicating. I fight the urge to ravish you, knowing you are not yet ready to respond to my need. I want the first time in your cunt to be memorable for the both of us, and I need you to be better trained. So I need you to find that control so I may use that mouth of yours."




Submissive Squared Ch. 06



I could not help but grin at His discomfort. Yet I knew that it was not for me to delay and continue that discomfort, but to accept my training and prepare for Him.

"Kitten is very pleased to know how she arouses you Master and is more determined to become the woman you need, the woman who will make your cock loved in all of her openings. My mouth is now a cunt for Your cock and I hope that soon my ass will be a cunt for Your cock and that I can train my pussy to be the ultimate cunt for Your cock, Sir. Master I think this conversation is going to make it difficult for me to remain here much longer Sir. I am tingling inside and each time I move my ass I tingle more. As much as I want to believe I have some control Sir, that limit is near and I would prefer to fail in private Sir."

Master signaled for the check and we were soon on our way back, hand in hand. My ass was sending signals to my pussy and my tits and by the time we reached the safety of our apartment I quickly knelt and spread my knees to relieve some of the tension and pleasure in my ass. I tired to remove my dress and was pleased when Master assisted me. He then put me in position to remove the plug and the relief was immediate as was the feeling of loss. My needs subsided enough for me to crawl behind Master into the living room. Without instruction to do anything different I remained on my knees in my base position. The throbbing between my legs eased, as did the strange but exciting feeling from my empty asshole. I saw Master with the lube and was puzzled, as He did not have a plug ready. He stood behind me and had me bend over, with my arms and head on the floor, my ass in the air. 

I wondered what He was going to do when I felt His finger, coated with lube work its way into my asshole. After the plug His finger had little effort entering my ass. He left it still for some time then began to wiggle it then pump in and out of my ass. The difference between His warm finger and the hard plug was as night is from day and I felt my ass pushing back into His finger and enjoying the intrusion. When He slid a second finger into that backdoor my arousal grew in leaps and bounds. He scissored them in my ass, stretching my opening and sending bolts of pleasure coursing through me that I never expected. It felt beyond good to have Him moving inside my ass and I began to want more. He bent over and whispered in my ear.

"I won't wait Kitten. I am going to claim your ass right now. My cock is hard and I want your ass. I will make it good for you Kitten all you need to do is relax. Can you do that Kitten? Do you want my cock in your ass now?"

Yes! Damn it I did, I wanted Him to claim my ass and make it His. I wanted it but was this merely a test? Was my desire what He wanted to learn? Id learned a lot that day and I needed the right answer.

"Master Kitten is here to serve you Sir. Kitten wants Master to have her when Master is ready."

I soon felt the familiar helmet of His cock head gently pushing at my anal entrance and I gasped at the intense need of Him. As He increased the pressure of that fat beautiful cock head I tried to relax, tried to hold back my desire, to allow it to happen and not let my need make me anxious. So unlike the invasion by the plugs, His cock slowly opened the tight ring of my ass. It felt uncomfortable as His fat head split my anus open, but then before that discomfort could increase to pain, His head slipped inside and I sighed at how damn good that felt. I knew this was just the beginning that some seven or eight inches of His hard cock would soon fill my colon but I fought the urge to push back, to fight the intruder. He pushed that wonderful cock further inside me and it felt immense and wonderful. He let it rest and allowed my canal to adjust to Him.

When He began to pull back out I feared He had changed His mind as only a third of Him could have entered me, but before He exited He reversed direction and pushed in and went deeper this time and unexpectedly the breath I was holding gushed out and my hands gripped the rug and I held on as I was overwhelmed with a myriad of sensations from the feeling of being torn open to the delicious nastiness of knowing my ass was being filled with cock and eventually would be filled with His seed.

Each time He reached a new depth He paused to allow me to adjust and seek comfort then He would pull back and then find a new depth. I felt He had completely stuffed His entire manhood in my ass when He began to slowly fuck me. The sensation of my ass grabbing that cock as it moved back and forth was new and different. Of course it was I had never been fucked in my ass, but I meant that it was similar to how I felt in my cunt but so much more intense. Perhaps that was because I had not had a decent fuck in my life or what I did not know. I did know that what He was doing to my ass sent my arousal to limits I had not expected. I was breathing heavily now, my hands were trying to tear the carpet from the floor and I was drooling and cursing and begging all at the same time. 

I felt I had become comfortable enough with Him pumping my ass and I screamed

"Master fuck me fuck my ass make me you ass whore. Fuck me Master!"

My words caused a reaction and He pummeled my ass and while I thought I had all of Him in me, His cock found a new depth that made me howl with delight. I had to have all of it now and He was pounding my ass with unrelenting purpose. I was pumping my ass back into Him now, truly being the ass slut. Begging Him to fuck me harder and harder, while pushing back against His every thrust, trying to allow Him deeper into me. Sweat was pouring from my face and mixing with the constant drool of saliva from my wide-open mouth. My tits were being rubbed against the coarse carpet and my body was on fire. My pussy was on the verge of exploding as His cock and balls rubbed the lower portion of my cunt with each thrust, eliciting a measure of arousal in my cunt that I never expected. I knew an orgasm was coming and I had no capacity to stop it, no capacity to do anything then beg Master to fuck my ass hard and fast and I screamed at Him to do that over and over as His cock pummeled me.

I could hold back no longer and I screamed my intentions and desires.

"Master I am cuming! Damn it Master I cannot hold back! Please don't stop! Fuck me like the ass whore I am, fill my ass, cum in my ass."

My body exploded in a shock wave of emotions as my pussy clenched and my ass clenched and my tits throbbed. My hands pounded the carpet back in place and I wailed into the four walls. I would swear that the echoes of that wailing bounced back at me but in truth it was Master screaming that He was cuming and when I felt His cock spew it load deep inside my colon the fireworks set off in my brain. My legs sagged and I collapsed with Master still inside my ass. A great warmth spread over my body as His cock shrank in my ass. I could feel it spreading to my extremities as my mind began to fail and as the darkness crept in I managed to croak.

"OH god thank you Master!"

Later that day I awoke in my bed. Master was in a chair sitting close to me holding my hand. I noticed His eyes were closed and I smiled at this man who had given me back a life. Here was a man who saw something in me and worked to bring it to the surface. Yes my ass was sore and no I was not unhappy about it. I knew that in the days to come I would welcome Master into my ass cunt. I was His now and if I had to I would ask Brenda at the spa to take off the clasp to my Kitten necklace and make it a complete chain and irremovable. I gently pulled at Master's hand and watched His eyes open with a worried look.

"Kitten?"

"Master thank you for showing me how wonderful it could be. Yes my ass is a little sore but I want you back there soon Sir. Perhaps tonight if I am allowed you will allow me to thank your cock Sir."

"Kitten you are amazing! When you feel up to it, I will shower and dress you and tonight we will dine as a couple with nothing in your ass."

"Well Master we both know that a good deal of your cum is still there, but I think that will only make me love you more Sir."

(Next to cum, a talented pussy)



Submissive Squared Ch. 07



Apologies to those who find typos or improper use of words. I do try to correct everything and it is not my intention to make this hard to understand. For those if you who are enjoying this adventure that Donna is experiencing there is more to happen. For those of you who see only a cheating spouse in Donna, why are you here?

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Master helped me from my bed and led me into my bathroom. Turning on the shower and setting the temperature He said to me.

"Kitten! Strip me!"

I sighed at the prospect of taking His clothes off. When He's said He would shower and dress me, I did not expect He would actually shower with me. My pussy throbbed in excitement and even my asshole twitched in acknowledgement of the situation. I unbuttoned His shirt and slipped it off, marveling at His chiseled body. I admit I stopped and stared and probably drooled a bit, before managing to remove His slacks. I'd seen His lower body before but now seeing Him completely naked and only inches from me was thrilling. I stood back not knowing what to do next when Master took me in His arms and placed His lips on mine and kissed me. This wasn't a hello how are you kiss this was a full on smack full of lust and need kiss and I responded by wrapping my arms around Him and giving back my own show of lust. I can't recall feeling this feeling of complete and utter lust when I kissed Brian, I mean his kisses were nice and yes we usually ended up having sex, but Master's kiss was like sex itself, not just a promise of what was to come.

Still kissing He led me into the shower and when He began to wash my body, I lost His lips but now His strong hands were all over me. So many sensations, all new and all so god damn fucking good! My pussy was throbbing and threatening to explode long before His washcloth covered hand left my aroused and excited tits. His gentleness in washing me was only making it worse for me and I was panting, chest heaving and pussy clenching out of control. 

"Master! Kitten is way out of control Sir. I so want to make love to Your cock later Sir, please forgive me Sir!"

His hands never stopped but He did smile and say.

"Kitten there are some days where its OK to just be a man and a woman, just allow yourself to enjoy this. I promise that you will taste Me tonight. I want to enjoy your body as I wash you and seeing you cum will only make Master happy."

I let myself go to a degree, but still fought an easy surrender remembering the intensity of my orgasms when I'd learned to masturbate. So while I knew I could cum, that I had His permission, I still wanted that orgasm to please Him. I would not settle for a flutter, a slight moan and tremble, I wanted to dance with that orgasm, explode and ride it for Him. I made it till He washed my feet and as soon as His hands washed my right foot I lost it and growled in delight, my chest heaved as I exhaled and my ass twitched and my pussy spat cum. I was so overtaken that I sat back against the shower wall to steady myself. All the while I never let my eyes lose sight of Master. He was beautiful, His legs tapered nicely into His tight butt, His flaccid cock was swinging as He moved, His chest was expanding and contracting in steady rhythm and His smile as He watched my body convulse was mesmerizing.

I sat, useless and washed both physically and mentally while Master quickly managed to do what I had hoped to do, cover His magnificent body with my soapy hands washing Him. Finished He pulled me up and kissed me again and I swooned (yes I swooned). Leading me out of the shower He took the towels and dried us both, then took the hair dryer and dried my hair and brushed it out. Once I He was finished He led me to my bed and told me to wait while He got dressed.

He returned in slacks, a sport shirt and blazer walking on loafers. He took my hand and walked me to my closet and selected one of my prettier dresses. Matching heels and soon we were off to dinner, His hand in mine, and my mind in a cloud somewhere above us. The past hour since we began the shower was pure bliss for me. My nipples were hard as rocks and aching to be touched, having to be satisfied pushing my dress out and announcing themselves to the public. Just as we entered the restaurant I felt a trickle between my ass cheeks. I gasped and Master said.

"Kitten is everything OK?"

Hell everything was better then OK, I just had a shower with Master whose strong hands caressed every inch of my body, I exploded in a massive orgasm with His permission and now just as we enter the restaurant cum oozing from my ass. Smiling I said.

"Master, there is a little less of you in my ass then there was, Sir."

He smiled and then we were led to our table. I did not look at the menu as Master had so far always ordered for me and tonight was no different. Once again our conversation was open so I asked Him.

"Master! Did you find my ass satisfactory Sir?"

"Kitten you did well today. I maybe should have waited a bit longer but your asshole was so nicely puckered when I removed the plug, it was like an invitation. I was pleased to see you seemed to handle it."

"Master, Kitten loved every damn minute and can't wait for Master to feel comfortable in her ass Sir. Kitten just wants to know that Master was satisfied with her asshole Sir."

"You were delightful Kitten, though in the future, as you become more accustomed to having me there perhaps you might stay awake at the end."

He grinned and I blushed. I'd not had such an overwhelming or exhausting orgasm in my life. I was and was not prepared to have my anal canal fucked and I certainly expected more pain then pleasure. I did not expect that my pussy would be so involved.  

"Master I am sure that with enough practice Kitten will handle her release better. Kitten wanted to kiss your cock Sir she was so pleased with what it did to her, but I guess I passed out. Kitten promises to express her gratitude to your cock after dinner Sir."

"Kitten I thought that we might take a walk this evening by the river. I promise you that you may thank my cock, but it might be a little later then after dinner."

"Thank you Master. Kitten is happy do be with Master and to obey Him at all times Sir. I know that I sort of tried to explain to you my desire to be a submissive and even more so how much I want to be Your submissive Sir. Kitten would like to know how you came to know your desire to be a Dominant, and why You chose Kitten?"

I could see He was thinking about His answer, at least I hoped He was. He did say that our meals were to get to know each other better and while my desire to be a submissive was unfortunately part of my job interview I had hoped to learn how Master, became a Master. I also worried that perhaps I was asking a forbidden question. 

"Master Kitten..."

"Kitten no it's OK. I am trying to formulate my answer, the second question of why you is easy. You are beautiful and talented. You are a woman who I can communicate with, a woman whose beauty matches her intellect. You are a woman that meets the male desires in me very well."

I watched His eyes as He seemed to be formulating His response to the first part of the question. While He was absorbed in that I was melting further into my need and desire for Him, His open admiration for both my body and mind and His acknowledgment of my desirability to others was stunningly shocking to me. Brian had done a number on my self worth and each time Master countered that wall Brian had erected in my mind, I fell deeper and deeper in love with Him. Then I heard Master start talking again

"As to the whole Master/submissive question, I guess like you I did not expect to actually experience my latent desire to be Dominant. I think when you interviewed with me and mentioned your relationship with Brian it sparked something in me that I had long thought of but was afraid to act on. I had not dated a whole lot, as I told you my business was and is important to me."

So I was responsible for unleashing His desire to Dominate.

"I did not want to use a genre specific web site to search for a submissive and revealing my desires to a casual date would be risky. When you so easily spoke of your submissive relationship and I recalled who your husband was I guess I knew that he would never have the fiber to be what you seemed to want."

I recalled how indignant I'd been when He'd referred to Brian as a 'demi-dominant' how determined I was to prove Him wrong. 

"As I got to know you my own fires began to burn and while it was not my intention to cause a rift in your marriage, you began to tell me how your marriage seemed to be falling apart. In some ways it was convenient for me, to have you so close and to know you had some submissive tendencies."

He thought I had some submissive tendencies? I recall those days trying to entice Brian, trying to teach him what I'd learned and how I actually pushed Brian to do things to me that I had wanted. Is that submissive or was I more dominant and demanding, using my supposed submissiveness to control?

"Then I sensed you were offering yourself to me but I was still not sure. That's why I left the note and necklace for you. I did not want to ask you face to face I did not want you to feel your job would be on the line. I felt that after reading the note you would either put on the necklace or not and then we would both know."

"Master, Kitten was offering herself to you! She was so afraid you would not want her. Kitten was still trying to accept her own failure at pleasing her husband. She was desperate Sir. I hardly slept that night and the joy that came over me that morning when I read your note and saw the necklace (I was fingering the charm as I spoke) I admit I hesitated a minute. I knew I was still married, but I also knew I was no longer someone my husband held an attraction for. At the time I felt very unworthy of any male. I made a decision that morning and I knew the instant the clasp clicked around my neck that I would never take that necklace off and that I would work as hard as I could to be allowed to wear it. Sir, Kitten is dedicated to you. I started wanting to please and serve you Sir but now I need to serve you."

Master reached out across our table and took my hand in His.

"Kitten you have exceeded my expectations in everything so far but there is a long road ahead to make you totally submissive to me. Yes your control and your admitted self desires need strengthening. Your determination and willingness and yes your desire to be completely submissive tells me that you may be capable."

So far, I thought. May be capable? I'd read a lot and wondered what He'd meant by that. I realized at that moment that His idea of my submissiveness and mine might be different. There were so many examples in my reading, some very dark and scary! Could I handle whatever He submitted me to? Is my commitment to Him one I might regret? I know that I have come to crave my ass being spanked but what else? 

"Kitten does enjoy having her ass spanked Sir, but Kitten does not like to see Your seed washed down the drain Sir. I felt like crying when You came on my body and made me shower. Even now as Your cum oozes from my ass I feel it is being wasted Sir."

"I assure you Kitten that I will reserve that punishment for times when you really need a wake up call. However, as good as your ass is, you will be missing some of that ejaculate."

"Master as long as you plant that cum somewhere on or in me Kitten will be happy. Kitten enjoyed feeling as that hot white cream splattered her tits and belly and if she had been allowed to use her fingers to collect it Sir, Kitten would have been pleased."

All too soon diner was over and from the looks the waiter and Hostess gave me I gathered that a good deal of our conversation had been overheard. I had my Master's hand in mine and I did not care. I floated beside Him as we took a nice evening stroll along the river. I admit I was eager to return to the apartment so I could properly thank His cock for pleasing my ass and I did need some more protein. Yes His comment about 'so far' had me tense and concerned. Was I to be submissive to any thing He wanted? Would He want to share me with another Master or Mistress? Could I handle that? 

"Master Kitten is a little concerned about something Master said Sir."

Master had let go of my hand and was skipping small stones across the flat surface of the water and He looked at me and said.

"How have I confused you Kitten?"

How do I say I am afraid of what He might want with me after I had pledged to do every thing. My nerves were all jumbled and I felt there was no way I could ask Him but I had to.

"Master! All Kitten knows of the Master/Submissive life is what she has read Sir. You said at diner the words 'so far' and Kitten is ashamed to say that she is wondering what you meant. Kitten has read of some situations that she was not aroused by and well..."

"Kitten, as I said in the beginning there are no safe words and I expect that as my submissive that you have trust that I will not take you any place you would not enjoy and love. We are still working on basics such as orgasm control. I don't know yet what I will want of you because I need to see what you can handle and what you want."

"Sir, I mean Master? What I want? I assumed as Your submissive I had no wants!"

"In some ways, at least on the surface you don't. In reality knowing that you can end this arrangement at any time, it is in my interest to push you and find your limits. By trusting in me you allow me to show you places you might not think you want to go to, but like anal sex which you'd never considered, some of those places you will find stimulating. I will need to recognize when you find that stimulation and when you don't."

His words calmed me and I nodded and said.

"Thank you Master." 

I allowed Master to set the pace as we began to walk again and wondered what my limits were, at least what I was certain I felt were limits. I thought about how I enjoyed Brenda eating me to orgasm at the spa and while I was not looking to make love to a woman, I had to admit that having her eat me and having Master there to see it, I still orgasmed.

I decided to let those thoughts go and instead I recalled how He had kissed me then washed my body. As I saw our building coming closer I felt my body stirring in anticipation of what the evening held. I no longer felt any fear for the future, though I suspected that on those occasions when I found a limit I could not cross I would trust Master to understand. I can only do what I can, I can be dedicated to Him and serve Him and there are some things I would do for Him that I might not do otherwise. I had to trust not only Master but to trust myself.

I need to ask Master for my dildos so that I might continue to train my pussy. Master was pleased with my mouth cunt and my ass cunt, now I needed to give Him reason to want my pussy cunt. If He could make me orgasm like that by fucking my ass I could not imagine how hard I might cum when He fed my pussy with that cock!

We entered out apartment and I let Master remove my dress then kicked my heels off and knelt before him. The night had brought up a lot of issues that I had not anticipated. However those would be dealt with later, tonight I wanted nothing more then His magnificent cock filling my mouth and later my belly with His cum. I was surprised when He command me to follow and we went to the room.

I crawled into the room and waited for the lights and then waited for instructions. As Master seemed to be deciding my fate I asked Him.

"Master, may Kitten have some of the dildos Sir. She wants to work her pussy so she may some day please You and Your cock Sir."

He did not answer me but instead walked over to the set of chains hanging from the ceiling. I crawled with trepidation behind Him, fear of the unknown. He stood me up and took each of my hands and secured them into leather cuffs on my wrists. The cuffs were attached to the ceiling chains. Then He placed similar cuffs on my ankles. He had me spread my legs wide and He pulled the chains tight securing my legs, then pulled the chains on my wrists so that I was all but suspended only the slightest touch of my feet remained secured to the floor.

I began to breathe heavily just knowing I was completely immobile and available. I was far enough from the wall that Master could circle me. The longer He took the closer I came to hyperventilating and only finding my mantra and repeating 'the journey the journey' and seeing my Kitten charm and my nipple ring allowed me to stay rooted mentally. Master soon returned carrying the small flexible rod that looked like a miniature fly swatter.

"Kitten time to see what you're made of. I thought we'd start small."

He brandished His tool before my eyes swatting it back and forth. I could hear the soft swoosh sound it made in the air. I fought to control my breathing though my chest was heaving so that even my little B cup tits were flopping as much as B cups can. I found myself pulling at my arms and legs testing the strength of the bindings. My eyes which had been focusing on the object in His hand, now sought out His eyes and I fixed my gaze on Him.

"Such a small little whip Kitten. Does it scare you?"

Was I to answer Him honestly? I needed to trust Him and to allow Him to see my limits but I needed to let myself go as well so we could find those limits. I said.

"Master Kitten has no fear with her Master."

Well not completely true but. I needed to see. I could tell this little thing would not seem so little when He used it. I came when He spanked my ass and I felt sure that this little thing would be a bit more intense, that its small bite when used would sting more in a smaller area then His hand but still I wanted to experience it. 

Without further discussion Master brought that small fly swatter onto my right nipple and the pain was immediate and sharp and I yelped and flung my head to the side. The next bite came to my left, recently pierced nipple and the pain was more intense and I tried to stifle the scream that came pouring from my throat. As the pain streaked through me I realized I needed to assure Master and said

"Thank you Master."

Then my thighs were peppered with a couple of strokes on the inner soft skin of my legs. I screamed again then Thanked Him. He worked His way to my backside and my ass took a few swats on each cheek and while my scream was still there it wasn't as loud and the pain while intense was also arousing, just as the spanking had been and I began to fear losing my opportunity to have His cock in my mouth. I no longer feared the sting of the small whip but I feared not controlling the orgasm that was building and the last time I lost control I lost His cum too.

The backs of my thighs were now being swatted and the pain intensified my need to cum. Master was now back in front of me and whispered in my ear.

"Kitten only a few more but the last will be the most difficult and if you need to cum you have my permission."

"Thank you Master"

I grunted as I fought that orgasm just as I fought the one in the shower. I truly believed I would hold it back, that I would be stronger then I was when He had spanked me. Oh how wrong the next two strikes made me. They were not powerful or hard but they landed square on my clit and my orgasm ripped out of me as I screamed into the room. The pain was so fucking intense and so fucking arousing that I lost control of everything and hung by my arms as my legs gave out. I could feel copious amounts of my pussy juice flowing as my clit throbbed from the sting of the small whip. Tears were flowing from my eyes, drool was cascading from my open mouth and I felt my body being lowered. Master was guiding my limp and satisfied body to the mat underneath me, undoing my leg and wrist cuffs and letting my body curl into itself as my orgasm subsided. I did remain conscious and when I saw Master's erect and ready cock I fought to my knees and took His beautiful cock into my hands and said.




Submissive Squared Ch. 07



"Master thank you for letting Your cock fill my ass today. Thank you for whipping me and allowing my release. May I still make love to Your cock Sir, may I thank You and Your cock for giving me such pleasure?"

Master nodded and I kissed that cock over and over before I allowed myself to make love to it. The depth of my love for Master might have at that moment been exceeded by the love I felt for His cock. I laved His balls and took each of them into my mouth and bathed them softly then bent under His ball sack and licked the area that led to His asshole and back allowing my tongue to scrape over that dark hole before refocusing my mouth and tongue on His cock.

I cannot find the words that can truly express the love I have taking His cock into my mouth. How wonderful His hard but silky texture rolls under my tongue, how I can feel the blood throbbing in His shaft, the delicious taste of the fluids that dribble from His slit. Taking as much of Him into my mouth as I can and feeling His hard cock filling me and pushing my cheeks out, my tongue swishing His softer areas under and behind the helmet. The slight pop I hear when I take Him out and pay attention to His shaft with kisses and licks. The slight pressure on my jaws as I allow Him full access to my warm mouth and knowing that if I do this right that I will have a treat. I will have that hot white cum erupting for me and in me. I renew my efforts at licking and kissing His cock then take Him back into my mouth over and over, wanting His cum but wanting to keep feeling His hard rod in my hands in my mouth and over my tongue.

I know that I have to share this meat with my ass and soon my pussy so I want to enjoy this time and every time He allows me this pleasure. All worries about how far and how Dominant the Man will be are not relevant now only the pure joy I have in the taste of Him, having His hard hot cock surrounded by my lips His balls nestled in my soft hands enjoying a gentle massage. This cannot last long enough and I shiver in disappointment when the telltale signs of His orgasm become unstoppable. I fasten my lips over His big cock head and lock them in place as His pole begins its dance. 

The first spurt is always a surprise no matter how I anticipate it and I let it fill my mouth and slowly allow my throat the pleasure of passing it on to my stomach. I try to hold the last couple of bursts in my mouth for leisurely enjoyment in sipping His ejaculate like a good wine, a white wine, tart but with a hint of musk. All too soon His softening cock slides from my greedy mouth and aside from some minor clean up, I have only the taste remaining in my mouth and the memory of that first spurt as it filled my mouth.

I sigh and follow Master on my hands and knees as He leads me from the room. He stands at my door and tosses a couple of the dildos on my bed before saying good night and with a peck to my head I crawl to my bed and climb in, tired and sore, the memory of that little crop still prevalent in my nipples and cunt as well as my ass and thighs. But I let those thoughts fade and savor instead the taster of my Master that remains in my mouth.

Sunday morning explodes in my mind and I quickly climb from the soft and warm bed and into the bathroom. Showering and the typical bodily needs sated, I make it to the hallway before dropping to my hands and knees and crawling to the living room, where it appears I will once again wait on Master. I take the position He requires, on my spread knees chest and pussy thrust forward, hands on my thighs. Master emerges from the hall, dressed for the day and grabs me and flips me casually over His knees as He sits in what I now call my spanking chair. My hands grasp the carpet as my ass is settled over His lap, and my legs hanging off the other side.

I take the daily spanking and while I find myself getting very wet, I do not orgasm and the accomplishment makes me happy. Pulled to my feet then pushed to my knees I feel His cock before I can see it and He is pushing it into my mouth.

"Open your mouth Kitten."

I do as asked what I would have done anyway and before I can begin to make love to His cock, He begins to fuck my face. Not hard or cruel, but raw and needy and I find myself incredibly turned on as His cock pistons back and forth, plowing deeper with each thrust. When He finds and enters my throat I panic and gag but He never stops His motions and before I can react His cock is flowing back towards my lips and I gasp in a quick breath before He brings it back and I find my nose buried in His pubic mound. His cock is deep in my throat and I can feel myself relaxing and actually beginning to enjoy the feeling. So different that when I tried to take Him that way a few days ago.

Today it felt good to be used by Him. I was His fuck toy this morning and I knew it was His need, His desire to do this. I also knew it was His desire for me that caused this and that thought alone inflamed me and I started to push my head forward as He pumped that cock into me. My pussy was dripping my tits were bouncing from the force of His motions. When His cock erupted He rammed it into my throat and spewed that precious cum right down my throat.

"Fuck!"

He said and pushed His pubic mound into my nose as spurt after spurt cascaded right down my throat. When He pulled out I leant forward and kissed and licked that spent cock, collecting my spit and bits of His cum. Then I looked up at Him and said.

"Thank you Master."

"You do this to me Kitten. You are so fucking beautiful, I had you on my mind all night. I do not ever lose control like this. God your fucking mouth was wonderful. Let's go and have some breakfast."

I felt full, I had my protein shake but I crawled to the door and let Master dress me. I slipped on my heels and off we went hand in hand to the café we'd eaten in yesterday. Master ordered for us then when the waitress left He commented.

"I am proud of you Kitten, you took your daily spanking, let me fuck your face and you held off your orgasm."

"Thank you Sir, but Kitten is very needy now Sir. Master has heated His Kitten up."

"Kitten you will stay heated, for a while today. I will be out for a bit today and I expect you to work on your vaginal muscles while I am gone. If you show me some improvement when I return, perhaps I can do something to help you with your needs."

I was not happy to lose Master for the day tomorrow we'd be back at work, Miss Woods and Mr. Bennett and I treasured these times we had alone in our home. On the other hand I did want to make my pussy ready to accept His cock. 

"Master?"

"Yes, Kitten!"

"Master, Kitten wants to run some errands today Sir. Kitten would like to cook for you Sir and would like to stock up the kitchen. I like being naked for you Sir and we cannot be that way in public places. Also Sir, Kitten wants to purchase some safe clothing."

"Safe clothing?"

"Master, Kitten knows she will have to meet with her soon to be ex husband and she does not want to be as exposed for him as she is for You. While I will never be alone with him Sir, I want to be as unavailable as I can be, I do not want him to see my ring or my legs. May I?"

"Kitten I do not like the idea of you and him being together but I realize that it must happen and I think your change in wardrobe for him is a good idea. I also like the idea of you cooking for me and keeping you naked is worth the risk that your cooking skills might not be great."

"Master. Kitten knows how to cook and as she learns to please you and your cock, she will learn to please you tongue Sir."

"Kitten you may always be allowed to leave the apartment when I am gone. You are my submissive not a slave. I will be back by five, just don't forget your exercises."

We walked back to our home and after stripping me and watching me practice a bit with the dildos He departed. I shopped for food and clothing, had a quick lunch out then headed back to home with my purchases. Stripping naked I reviewed the clothing I bought. I felt better now should I need to meet with Brian, Jeans, modest blouse and a slightly larger then needed sweater. Gym shoes and white socks. I even bought a ball cap. Given my petite frame and smallish tits I came close to looking like a little boy with my short hairstyle. If Brian found that look exciting I'd be very surprised.

I made lasagna from a recipe my mother had passed on to me. I did not know if Master enjoyed Italian food but this was one of my better dishes. I also purchased the basics, spices, oils etc to stock the kitchen. With the lasagna in the oven and time left I went back to my exercises. I found I was able to hold the largest dildo in my pussy until I chose to release it, the slightly smaller one I could hold for about thirty seconds and the smallest one I could hold for a second or two before it slipped out. As I worked with the smaller one I learned to re-grab it as it slipped so I was able to extend by a few seconds the time before it fell completely. I knew I was getting better my pussy was getting stronger but I also knew that holding a lifeless dildo was not the same as a cock working to pull out of me. A few minutes before Five I put my toys up and took my position by the door, the aroma from the kitchen was making me hungry and I hoped it would please Master.

When Master came in he said.

"Well I can smell something good, you have me intrigued Kitten."

"Thank you Master, it is ready when you are Sir."

"Will it hold, Kitten?"

"Yes Master."

"Come with me then."

I crawled after Him remarking to myself how natural I felt in doing this. He headed for the 'room' and I felt excited and scared ready and hesitant. Following Him inside He once again led me to the chains, but this time secured only my hands.

"Kitten today I want you to keep you legs spread voluntarily."

He hung me from the chains by my hands only. I could if I wanted close my legs completely, Master wanted to see my control. Once again He chose the small crop and worked it back and forth as I stared into His eyes. When the crop bit into my left nipple and hit the piercing site I screamed.

"Thank you Master."

I tried to thank Him each time the crop bit my body but was losing control when His actions sped up on my ass cheeks. Once again He whispered His permission to cum if necessary and then He swatted my pussy and clit over and over. The pain and pleasure then mixed and jumbled in my mind until I could not separate them. My orgasms was pressuring for release but I held on feverishly wanting to please and at the same time demonstrate but the crop bit again and again into my tits then my cunt. I lost the battle and yanked myself into the air by my secured arms and flailed my body as an enormous orgasm racked me. I refused to allow my legs to come together, it was the one thing I felt I could control, instead I let them swing back and forth and tremor after tremor racked my body. My own pussy was dripping and my thighs were soaked. I felt Master arms encircling my waist as He released my arms and my body folded into His.

My legs wrapped around Him and before I knew what I was doing my pussy was humping the font of His pants, feeling His hard cock beneath his clothes. I was out of control and Master allowed me to continue until I realized what I was doing. I stopped and straightened my legs and stood in front of Him, His strong arms still supporting my weakened frame.

"Are you ready to serve me dinner Kitten?"

"Yes Master."

I croaked and fell to my hands and knees and crawled to the kitchen. I knew I would need to stand to serve Him and did so. When He noticed just the one plate on the table He commanded.

"Kitten if I wanted to eat alone I would have, now set yourself a place and join me."

As we ate I stared continuously at this Man, my Master with awe. He could bring me such tremendous orgasms He seemed to know what I needed and when I needed it. Spending the day trying to hold dildos in my pussy had me aroused. The session in the 'room' allowed me to release that pent up arousal now we ate together and He even complemented me on the meal.

No sooner had the meal ended then He took me in hand and made me walk with Him to my room. He laid me on my bed and spread my legs wide. Then He amazed me by lying with me and kissing me softly on my lips. It was a romantic moment and he spent time caressing my entire body. I felt the stirrings and knew that if He kept this up I'd be fighting another orgasm.

I was hot and ready and wishing He'd fuck me when He took my legs by the ankles and pushed them up and told me to hold them. My legs spread wide, my pussy and asshole opened to whatever He chose. He took His hand and worked it into my pussy and the other hand found my tits and played with my nipples. His hand moved deeper and faster filling my cunt with fingers and His other hand was tugging and twisting my nipples. My nipples were now burning with need and my cunt was spasming around His plunging fingers when He withdrew them and worked them into my asshole. 

Shit it felt so good to have that feeling in my ass that I did not regret the loss in my pussy. My asshole was being stretched by two thick fingers and I was getting more and more aroused, hoping He was going to fill my ass with His cock. I didn't want to roll over when the time came, I wanted to watch Him when and if He fucked my ass, but everything I knew, at that time told me that He would take me that way.

When His fingers pulled from my ass I expected Him to flip me over but instead I felt the hot hard head of His cock pushing against the tight ring of my asshole. I was so excited that for a moment I forgot to relax and let it happen. When I did His cock slipped into my ass like and old friend and I sighed as He filled my ass. He stayed still and I watched Him as His eyes traveled up my body, across my red and inflamed tits to my eyes.

"Kitten I need to see those beautiful blue eyes while I fuck you. They are so fucking beautiful they captivate me and I want to watch them as you cum with my cock in your ass. Don't hold back, you do not need permission."

Then He began to saw that beautiful cock in and out of my ass and I loved every damn fucking moment. I kept my eyes glued to His and watched the lust build in His eyes as His cock pounded my ass, His pubic area collided with my clit with each deep penetrating thrust and my cunt and ass were collectively building my arousal. I had not imagined having my ass taken in the 'missionary' position and it was so damn dirty and raw and I loved it.

His fucking became almost frantic and my ass was just as frantic as I pushed into Him with each of His thrusts. My clit was being battered and after the whipping it was even more sensitive and I knew I wanted to fucked this way again, with my clit and pussy whipped first then His hard cock drilling me.

I fought to breathe, fought to control my body but I found it useless as His relentless cock fucked and fucked and my ass fucked and fucked Him back. I could not hold any longer and wonderfully powerful orgasm seemed to pour out of me. My hands. My feet, my arms, my legs, my tits my cunt my nose my ears all felt aflame with release. I screamed and screamed.

"OH fuck I'm cuming, god I am cuming."

Then He erupted and spewed into my ass, so deep I felt it might come up my throat. His powerful emissions spurred my own release and magnified the already too intense orgasm wracking my body. Some time later I felt His cock soften and withdraw and the sadness of its departure hit me. Yet Master's arms held me to His as His own emotions came back in check. He kissed me on my lips, letting His tongue power into my hungry mouth for what seemed eternal, before releasing both my body and mouth. He kissed my forehead and said.

"So good Kitten so fucking good."

"Thank you Master."

He left and I lay there and thought about my day and felt it was without a doubt the best day of my life.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of the front door closing and knew Master had left. I quickly did my morning routine and then dressed for work. All the way in I could only think of His cock filling my ass and how fucking good it felt, how His eyes clouded with lust when He released into me and how He held me. I had some trouble, leaving Kitten behind as I entered the office, expecting but not seeing Master. Allison brought in coffee and a pile of work and said.

"Good morning Miss Woods. Mt Bennett is in a meeting but expects a report on this contract when he returns at eleven. Let me know if you need anything."

I sipped the coffee and its heat reminded me of His cum and I squirmed in my chair noticing that my ass did not feel sore today and I smiled and went to work. I was ready when Mr. Bennett arrived and when He said.

"Miss Woods, I would like to see Kitten on her knees behind my desk."

I heard the door to the office click locked just before my knees hit the carpet behind His desk. I was not given time to think before His cock was in my mouth and He growled.

"You do this to me Kitten. You make me need you."

The He once again fucked my face, only this time He allowed me to enjoy His ejaculate when He finally released. With my lips sore but my mouth still enjoying the taste of Him I returned to my desk and the ringing phone and picked it up.

"Miss Woods and Mr. Ellis is on the line, will you take the call?"

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Submissive Squared Ch. 08



Chapter 8 –The Final 

(I apologize for the delay in posting. Every now and again I host 'writer's block' and my ability to write anything of value, if there is value here is lost. For my dedicated readers we left Kitten in her office about to take a call from her ex-husband. Thanks for all the comments and votes. This is the final Chapter I do hope you find the conclusion satisfactory.)



"Miss Woods a Mr. Ellis is on the line, will you take the call?"

I was relishing the taste of Master's ejaculate when I heard Allison and the thought of talking to my soon to be ex husband was not something I wanted to do. I knew I could not avoid the conversation forever so I elected to take the call.

"This is Donna! How are you Brian?'

"I'm fucking pissed off where the hell have you been?"

I gathered from his tone that nothing had changed. 

"Brian, you do know that the papers I left for you are divorce papers, right? The day I dropped them off to you do you recall what you did?"

A long silence on the line told me one of two things, either he did recall raping me and was trying to find the words to justify his actions or he didn't and was trying to find the lie that would work.

"Still there? Brian? Nothing to say?"

"You can't be serious about this divorce Donna! You know I love you? I want to work this out with you babe! Come on home and we can talk about it, I am sorry for the affair and I promise you I will make it up to you."

I had to keep my wits, I was getting angry by his feigned ignorance. An affair? Singular? Did he forget the detective report I also gave him?

"Brian, I will not come home. In fact I want to put the house on the market or you can buy me out. I will never again be in that house while you are there. Not after what you did last time."

Again a long silence.

"Donna I don't know what you're talking about. We had sex, the type of sex you agreed to have with me, you the sub me the dominant. You enjoyed it!"

Now my anger was peaking and I needed a calming moment.

"Hold a second Brian my boss needs me."

I put him on hold and took a few deep breaths. I looked over and saw that Master had left the office so His calming influence was not handy. Steeling myself I took the call off hold and spoke.

"Brian we are going to divorce and you can either accept that and sign the no fault papers and split our property or you can fight it and spend a good deal of money with an attorney and end up with the same results. Your choice but I will never again be your wife, I will never again allow you to touch me."

"Please Donna just let me talk to you, we can meet anywhere! Let's have lunch or dinner and just talk, please?"

"For what? Was I not clear that I no longer want you? I have moved on Brian you are fading fast in my rear view mirror."

"Please Donna just a lunch or dinner, what can that hurt?"

It looked as if I would have to commit to this meeting and as I thought it over I had an idea.

"Look Brian I don't know what you hope to achieve but I will look at my schedule and call you back. I will try to find time for a lunch or dinner."

"Thanks Donna I appreciate it just let me know where and when."

"Good bye Brian!"

I hung up and immediately called Sandy the waitress I met a few weeks ago, one of Brian's "conquests"! I told her that Brian was insistent on a meeting and that I wanted her to make an appearance. She agreed but then said.

"Would you mind if I brought some of the other girls Brian seduced? I know four others really well and if you think one of us will shock him imagine what five of us could do? Plus I have a girl who I think can be a real asset for you!"

"Sandy that's brilliant. What do you mean by an asset to me?

"Donna I think that Brian's problem is that he needs a firm hand to keep him in line. I don't know what, if anything you know about BDSM and the concept of Dominants and submissives but I think that Brian is a closet submissive and needs a Dominant women. This woman, Diana, is a Dominant I met and she is looking for a sub. I want to bring her along and see if she is interested in Brian. If she is, then maybe he will let you go, sign the divorce papers and you can move on."

Interesting concept Brian as a submissive but as I thought about it I began to see how right Sandy might be. He certainly wasn't a Dominant that's for sure.

"Ok, Sandy! Bring her along. I have no interest in Brian and maybe your idea will work. Call me back when you and the others are able to do this and where we should do it. I will hold Brian off till you get back to me. By the way, I want this to be casual, as I will be wearing jeans and a sweater with gym shoes. I refuse to dress in anything that might make me interesting to him. So pick a place and tell everyone to dress comfortably."

Sandy laughed and thought the casual approach was perfect as none of the other girls wanted to look tempting to Brian either except maybe Diana.

Sandy called back in an hour and said all the women were free on Thursday night and that we should come to the place she worked. She would arrange the seating so that Brian and I had a table for two next to a table reserved for the women. They would come in when I sent a text to them. Now all I needed was to tell Master and ask for a favor.

When Master returned I became Kitten and knelt in the same way I did at home, though I was clothed at the time. Noticing me on my knees with my legs spread and palms flat on my thighs, head tilted down He said.

"Kitten do you need something from me?"

"Yes Master. Kitten would like two favors Sir."

He was silent for a few moments then He went and sat behind His desk before calling me over. I crawled to kneel at His feet and waited for permission to speak.

"Kitten what is it you wish from me."

"Master, Kitten has found it impossible to not meet with Donna's husband. He has insisted that we talk. I told him that I would check my calendar and call him back but that any meeting would be in a public place."

I then told Him about my plans with Sandy and the other women, as well as the issue of Brian maybe being a submissive and Sandy's friend. I saw Master grin then laugh before saying.

"Well he sure isn't a dominant and if what you tell me about his staying power, he may very well need a dominant woman in his life. So what do you need of me Kitten?"

"Master I want your permission to meet with Brian. I am doing everything I can to remain safe but last time my meeting with Brian was such a disaster and the result had you having to care for me."

"Kitten, I know you blame yourself for what happened but I don't and taking care of you is my number one function. Of course you have my permission. But you said two favors?"

"Yes Master. I will be meeting Brain for dinner after work on Thursday and I want to either have my ass or my belly full of your cum when I go. Will you take my ass or fuck my face before I go to meet Brian? I need to have you with me in some way Sir!"

"Kitten I think that perhaps having the taste of my cock and the scent of my cum on your tongue would be the better of the two. Unless you want your lips bruised and obvious then perhaps you might want to make love to my cock, rather then have me fuck your face."

"Master all I need is to know that you are inside me. I will let Master decide where and how to put His cum in me Sir."

Master nodded and then directed me back to work. I eventually called Brian and told him the when and where. He seemed happy that he'd gotten his way and we hung up.

That evening I waited naked as usual for Master to come home. I really loved this time alone, naked anticipating whatever Master might have in store for me. Delicious thoughts of being restrained, spanked, and whipped or having my asshole or mouth stuffed with His hard cock always had me wet and ready for Him. 

After dinner that night I crawled after Him to our special room and enjoyed being tied spread eagle to a small table. The table allowed my head to hang off one side and my legs the other. My arms were tied to one set of the table's legs and my feet to the other. This was my first time in this position and when Master placed a blindfold over my eyes my pussy throbbed. I could hear Him moving about, opening and closing drawers and cabinets. Not being able to see His actions or anticipate what He was going to do was a new and invigorating thrill that had me on the edge of orgasm.

I sensed Him over my chest just before a sharp sting awoke both of my hard nipples and I realized they had both been clamped. Then I felt the sting of a crop on the inside of my thighs and then the stings multiplied and covered my body. My now sensitive nipples took a few lashes but it was when He brought the crop down hard on my pussy that I screamed.

"Oh Master, thank you!"

The pulse of pain echoed throughout my body as He used that crop between my legs, attacking my cunt, my clit and my asshole. I was squirming and moaning not knowing where the next bite would land when He just stopped and left me to my agony and pleasure.

"Kitten are you ready?"

I didn't bother to ask for what I just said.

"Master, Kitten is your slut and she is always ready for You Sir."

I gritted my teeth expecting more punishment but instead I sensed His presence between my legs and hoped He was going to take my ass again. I loved the feeling of His hard cock filling my ass and when He came in my colon the feeling was indescribable. When He finally made contact with me I gulped in unexpected joy as I felt His hard hot cock penetrating my pussy. I was so overwhelmed that He was finally going to use my pussy that I cried.

"Master, thank you Sir."

Then He filled my cunt with His cock and remained motionless. I felt His rigid pole filling my cunt and let the pleasure of Him consume me completely. This was the last hole I had to give Master and when He took me I would be totally His and His alone. As He began to move slowly in and out of me I focused on nothing more then using my pussy to make Him feel at home in me. I wanted nothing more then to experience an orgasm with His cock inside me that I had to fight that almost immediate need to cum with all my strength. 

I loved how His hard velvety cock filled me and how my recently enhanced cunt muscles squeezed that beautiful cock with every withdrawal. His slow movements were delightful and I worked to memorize the feelings, the way the physical imperfections of His cock rubbed my labia as He pushed and pulled. How the head found the back of my pussy and rebounded when He plunged into me. As he increased His pace I began to lose control of my body and yet I held on wanting this first time with Him to be perfect. I wanted Him to be overwhelmed with my cunt I wanted Him to want my cunt, my pussy over and over again.

His ability to fuck me seemed endless at the time but His increasing pace, His gentle stroking soon became passionate plunging and my pussy desperately grabbed at His meaty cock, wanting to hold Him inside me. When I felt that that now familiar movement His cock makes when He is ready to explode, familiar to my mouth and ass but new to my pussy, I clenched down on His cock and mentally tired to pull His hot white cum out of His cock.

When He finally came and those bursts of cum sprayed deep inside my pussy I came hard and long. My pussy clamped down on His cock and I milked His cum as my body raged in orgasmic bliss. I was lost in enjoying the feel of His ejaculate filling my pussy that at first I did not feel Him pull the nipple clamps off, but the resulting pain of the returning blood flow to my hard nipples set me off on another orgasm. His softening cock was trapped inside my pussy, I refused to let Him go, I wanted to keep Him inside me. I loved this man my Master and now that I had His cock in my pussy I knew there was nothing I would not do for Him.

He released me from my restraints and my blindfold then picked me up and held me tight to His chest. I wrapped my legs around His waist as He walked us to the shower. He set me down gently as He adjusted the temperature then took my hand and led me into the shower. He washed my hair and my body and lovingly kissed me everywhere as he did. I stood in awe at the tender way He touched me. When I went to return the favor He refused to allow me to wash Him but asked me to watch.

After He dried me and put me to bed. As He leaned over to kiss me good night He said.

"No more birth control Kitten."

I could have come had He touched me one more time. He wanted to give me a baby and I wanted to give Him as many as He could want. I tossed my pills the next morning. The next few nights were repeats as Master became comfortable in my pussy. 

On Thursday just before the end of the day Master asked for Kitten and I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to Him. He handed me the small bag I had brought to work that held the clothes I would were that night. 

"Dress for me Kitten."

I stripped the scant clothing I normally wore to work, just heels, a skirt and blouse and stood naked while Master handed me a pair of panties (It had been so long since I'd worn a pair they felt odd) then my jeans, a blouse and finally a sweater that was a size larger then I needed and did a wonderful job if hiding my breasts and more importantly hiding my nipple ring. When I pulled on my socks and tied the gym shoes Master commanded me to kneel. Then He pulled His cock out and asked me.

"How do you want this Kitten?"

Thinking about my night and how much I wanted Brian to see me as unavailable I said.

"Please Master fuck Kitten's face, bruise her lips and let the world know what a cum eater your Kitten is."

By the time I met Brian at the restaurant the taste of Master cum permeated my mouth and I felt calm knowing I had this piece of my Master with me. I noticed in my cars mirror that my lips were swollen slightly from my face fucking and smiled. When Brain saw me he looked at me then did a kind of double take as he realized why my lips looked as they did, before he could say anything we were led to our table and I saw the table next to ours held a reserved sign and I smiled. My cellular phone was pre dialed and the text set, so all I need to do was hit send when I was ready.

As much as Brain seemed to want to ask me about my lips, we ordered and he began to speak about us and our marriage, he constantly referred to his one affair and that the report I'd shown him was a fabrication, that someone was trying to make him something he was not.

"So the detective report, the photos are all fakes? There was no Sandy other then the one who sent the photo I found? You can prove this Brian?"

I smirked as I said this but he did not notice. He said.

"It would be hard to prove I admit but I have friends who can tell you that I was elsewhere when a number of those photos were taken and the supposed women who confessed I've never met. I swear to you Donna that the women you saw in that photo was the only one ever."

I hit the send button and in a few seconds Sandy and five other women entered and sat at the table next to us. I'd sat Brain with his back to the table so he did not take notice of who was now seated next to us.

"So Brian you want me to believe that all of those women were liars and that the photos were computer created, that you only cheated on me with one other woman and you broke that off when you were caught?"

"Yes Donna, that is the absolute truth."

"Well let's say I believe you, just for the moment. Why did you then ignore me when I agreed to be your submissive wife? Living with you always naked and ready, serving you as a slave. Preferring Sports Center and a cold beer to a naked willing submissive wife?"

"It was the beer I think Donna and I am willing to stop drinking."

"No matter how we fucked Brian, be it the vanilla style you claimed to be why you came so quickly or the submissiveness demanded of me, still you came quickly and had no need of me. Has that changed, are you now a willing partner and one willing to work on your ability to satisfy your wife?"

I silenced him with this latest information then he seemed to find a suitable response and said.

"Donna I think that my capability was because of you, I had no problems with that one other woman. I think that maybe you were the issue, not me."

I giggled at his words and said.

"Brain I think that while you may think of yourself as some stud Dominant that you are really a submissive man who needs a woman to Dominate you. What you need Brain is a Dominatrix, and I am not that woman. You awakened the submissive in me Brian and that's a role I have now embraced."

"No Donna I am not that kind of man, I don't need some woman to dominate me."

"Ladies, Please come over!"

I said and the women, all of them women who Brian had fucked now gathered around the table. Brian's face as he looked around and saw the women he'd bedded was one of shock.

"So Brian, are you still going to tell me that the report was faked, because each of these women seem to recall you in their beds?"

He was stunned into silence and the Sandy said.

"Brian your wife knows all about your cheating and now so do all of us. In fact a good deal more of your one-night quickies are all friends of ours and your life and ability to continue your wanton ways is over, at least in this town. Donna told you about her belief that you need a Dominatrix and that belief is shared by all of us. In fact I brought a women with me who is interested in you, I'd like you to meet Diana,"

I watched as one of the most beautiful, stunning women I have ever seen stepped forward from behind Sandy and the other women. My jaw dropped as I gazed at her. She was about five six, with long auburn hair that reached down below her shoulders. She was dressed in a form fitting dress that made her look more naked then dressed, though it was not see through or low cut, it just hugged her everywhere and emphasized her figure. I found myself getting aroused just seeing her and in some ways I wanted her myself. Perhaps Brian saw what was the obvious lust in my eyes because he stood and greeted her with his own look of lust and awe.

"Brain, nice to meet you, I'm Diana."

All of us stared as Brain fumbled to speak to her finally mumbling a meek response that told me he was hooked. Now she just needed to reel him in.

"Hi, Diana."

She looked him up and down as if sizing up a purchase and using her hands she actually turned him around and examined him completely before returning him to face her she then said.

"Physically, you'll do and if your willing to submit to me boy, then I will teach you to reach a sexual peak you never knew existed. You've lost your wife these other women have no time for you either. This is my address, you have not earned phone privileges, if you want me then come to me tomorrow night at seven and don't be late."

With that she spun about and waved good-bye to us and left. I stood and touched Brian's shoulder and said. 

"Go to her Brian and sign the papers. I am already over you and have a new man in my life. I will not take more time from Him for you. Good night and good bye."

I left and went home to my Master and for the first time since I'd been with Him, I felt free to be totally His. He'd claimed my three holes and I offered Him by body and soul. I would not look back ever again only forward ready to serve Master.

That night I shed my jeans and other clothes as I entered my home. I then crawled to find my Master and knelt before Him in supplication. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Kitten it's so good to have you home."

"Master, no one will ever stand between my devotion to you Sir. I am now complete. You Master complete me. Use me as You desire."




Submissive Squared Ch. 08



I made love to His cock that night and every night since He has used one or more of my holes for His pleasure. The day I realized I was pregnant I crawled to Him and asked to speak, when He nodded I said.

"Master, I am carrying your child Sir. Thank you!"

He took me in His arms and that night we made love in His bed for the first time. Knowing His seed was growing in my womb as His cock filled my pussy that night was erotic and loving. I came hard as He released inside my pussy.

It would take some time before the divorce was finalized, Brain's submission to Diana left him forgetful and my devotion to Master was all I cared about. Our daughter, Samantha was almost three before the divorce was final. Samantha was a month past her third birthday when she participated in our wedding. I now have a ring on my finger that matches the one in my nipple.

I continued to work, to service Master in the office and at home. I met His family and He met mine. If they knew my submissive nature none of them spoke of it. When Samantha was four, Jeremiah was born and a year later I gave birth to Elizabeth. Two years later Jonathon arrived and Master decided it was time to tie my tubes. I remained His sub through all of this only removing the nipple ring to nurse my babies. The special room was now in the basement of out new home and my time there was frequent. I had come to need the whip, the restraint, pain, pleasure the complete submission. We shielded are activities from the children. The company thrived we were well off and the life I'd always dreamed of was now a reality.

Years later the day after Samantha graduated from University she and I were home and Master had Jeremiah, Elizabeth and Jonathon out for the day. I was coming out of the shower when the door opened and Samantha came in.

"Mom, you have a pierced nipple? Wow!"

I stood frozen not knowing how to react. Then Samantha noticed that the ring in my nipple was identical to my wedding ring.

"Mom, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, do you mind if I get dressed first?"

We agreed to meet in the kitchen and when we'd each had a cup of tea she began.

"Mom I am no prude but I wanted to know why you and Daddy married three years after I was born. I mean is Daddy my Daddy biologically?"

I grinned and opened my blouse and bared my pierced breast.

"Samantha, I was married when I met your Father and yes He is your biological father. My divorce while a sure thing was delayed for all sorts of reasons, none of them purposely. I want you to look at the date inscribed inside my nipple ring."

I held the ring so she could see the date and that it preceded her birth by a year or more. I then tucked it away.

"I am what you might know of as a submissive woman and on this date I committed myself to your Father, though I was still technically married to my first husband. You Father is my Dominant, my Master and my husband. We both wanted children and did not want to wait."

"So you're like into whips and chains and all that stuff?"

"Samantha, if you want to learn more we can talk about it with your Father. I do ask that regardless of your decision to discuss this with me and Father, that you do not share this with your brothers and sister. As the first gift your Father gave to me, you have a special place in our hearts. No we do not love you more then your siblings, but your conception and birth further sealed our love. I shared this with you only because you came snooping into the bathroom and I am incapable of lying about my love and devotion to your Father, my Master."

"Mom you are and always have been an incredible mother. I am not so young that I have not read about this lifestyle, but I am amazed that none of us ever saw it in you or in Dad. I know all of us love you and dad. You two are at least compared to our friend's parents, unique. You two are so in love and it is so obvious."

"If your Father allows, I have kept a journal of my time with your Father that you may read as long as you keep it to yourself. But you will have to ask Dad for permission, OK?"

Samantha nodded and we got on to other things, her plans for the future (I hoped she would take over the company so I could have more time with Master), her love interests, life in general.

When she left for the day I sat ruminating on my life and all my blessings. I had to admit that my first husband Brian, who I had not seen nor heard about since he began a relationship with a dominatrix, started me on this road so in a way I thank him often for this life I have had and still have. Later that night while all the kids were out I went to Master and confessed.

"Master Kitten may need to be punished Sir!"

He looked down at me I was kneeling at his feet supplicant to Him.

"Kitten what have you done that has earned you a punishment?"

"Sir, Samantha caught me coming from the shower and saw my nipple ring, then she asked me why she was born three years before we were married and if you were her biological father. I felt the need to tell her Sir. I did so without permission and should be punished. Sir!"

He looked at me for a long time then took me by the hand and led me to the basement. The smile on my face hurt as He led me to our private room. I was quickly naked and suspended from the ceiling, clamps on my nipples and clit and soon being stroked with my favorite crop, the small one. I may be submissive but Master follows my desires now, in fact He has always followed my desires. I'm not sure if that makes me a bad sub or Him a bad Dom, but it works for us. 

I thoroughly enjoyed my punishment and the sound ass fucking that followed. An hour later I made love to Master's cock and savored the now familiar taste of Him. One hour later my pussy was stuffed with His cock and then His cum. I wondered what I would have to do tomorrow to earn another punishment!



Submissive Squared



A few days went by and it seemed we were back where we were. I wondered if Brian was so dissatisfied with me that he didn't want to fuck me like he had that first night. He didn't make demands of me or spank me. I wondered if I was just not what he wanted after all. Each day that passed I was more and more frustrated sexually. I kept reliving that scene, my panties around my knees, his belt scorching my ass then his hard cock pounding into me. I wanted to feel that again. Brian had lit a spark in me but he was failing to tend to the fire. 

On Friday night I confronted him.

"Sir, have I displeased you?"

"What?

Brian looked bewildered as if he'd completely forgotten his own fantasy.

"Sir, I was wondering if you found me to be a poor submissive. If so I am willing to learn Sir."

He just stared at me, but I could see his mind working and then he said.

"When your Master wants you he will tell you. I do not want an insolent slut making demands of me. Go and get your hair brush and come back here quickly."

I was so relieved and I literally ran to the bathroom and scooped up my brush and took it to him.

"As you requested Sir!"

"As I demanded slut! Now bend over and pull up that skirt."

Once again he pulled my panties down to my knees and then began to administer a spanking of my ass with the bristles of the brush. I counted them but was unsatisfied and I guess so was Brian as he turned the brush around and started over with the hard wooden side of the brush. OH god this was so much better I thought as pain now laced over my ass as I counted the ten then twenty strokes Brian laid on my bare ass. When he'd tired and I was dripping copiously from my now aching cunt I heard his zipper and then felt his cock at the entrance. I almost came on contact but tried to hold back, recalling my reading that this was for Master's pleasure not mine. He roughly shoved his hard cock into my wet pussy and again pounded me. I was in heaven as I felt that cock smashing into me his belly bouncing off my newly reddened ass. I held off as long as I could but when he shot his cum into me I came too whimpering in relief.

"Oh thank you Sir. Your bitch is pleased to have served you Sir."

Flustered and maybe a bit overcome himself he said.

"Get me a beer slut."

Later that night I sat with him and said.

"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been reading Sir about how to be a submissive so I could please you. I understand that some Masters require their sluts to not wear anything but dresses and skirts and to not wear panties or bras either. Would that please you Sir, to have your slut so dressed?"

"Yeah. It would slut. Starting tomorrow no panties, no bra and no pants. This is not just for weekends either slut. If you leave the house, that is how you must be."

Ok I hadn't thought about the work part but I saw no obvious problem there. I was not large up top so as long as the air conditioner wasn't too cool and my skirts or dresses not too short I should be OK.

"Thank you Sir! May your slut do anything more for you Sir?"

"No. I plan to watch the game tonight so go do some work or something. If I need anything I'll call you and you better hear me and respond or that bottom of yours will take another lashing."

I think I could have cum again had he merely touched me then.

So it went and although I did my best to act the part, Brian's interest was not much more then back in the vanilla sex days. No matter how hot I got, no matter the spankings, the intended public exposure Brian forced on me from time to time, he was still my "two minute" man. I was wondering what I was doing wrong.

Work went well, I was receiving more and more positive reviews for my output. I had been going to work without panties or bra for a couple of months now and using the computer at work to continue my research on the submissive life so I could please my Master. Then I received a notice to go see my boss. Nothing unusual in that so I went into Marylyn's office as requested.

"Donna, have a seat."

I did so and asked.

"What do you need Marylyn, how can I help?"

"That's one of your endearing traits Donna you are always so willing to go beyond the basics. Always ready to offer your help. You work is impeccable and it's being noticed upstairs."

Upstairs meant by the Executive Floor, all the Vice Presidents and the President and CFO had their offices 'upstairs."

"That's nice to hear Marylyn it certainly reflects on the training you've given me over the years."

"Donna, so nice of you to say that, but its apparent to me and evidently the group upstairs that you've gone beyond what I can teach you. In fact they want to interview you for a new opening. They are looking for someone who can think, who knows our client base and who can do whatever it takes to forward the goals of the company. As I understand it this new position will report directly to the President."

"Wow! This is unexpected. Are you sure I'm ready for this?"

"You would not be here if you weren't. In fact the President himself has asked to see you this afternoon. You're to be up there at 4. I have no idea what he wants, the actual job is not yet written or on the books. I can't coach you on how to respond to his questions, all I can say is be honest and answer him. If he asks about another employee be honest in your review, do not sugarcoat anything. Above all else be who you are."

"Thanks for the advice Marylyn I appreciate it."

As I left her office I giggled at her suggestion to "just be who you are" as my panty-less ass and braless tits rubbed easily against the fabric of my outfit. I wondered how she would react if she only known the whole truth. This is who I am, my husband's slut.

At five to four I found myself standing at the door to office of "Mr. Jeremiah Bennett, President & CEO", according to the silver name play mounted squarely in the center of the heavy mahogany door. 

I straightened my blouse for what could've been the hundredth time, and I shivered as the silken fabric brushed over my bare breasts causing my nipples to stand at attention beneath the flimsy cloth. As I had no blazer to wear I knew that they would be apparent but there was nothing I could do about them now. After a few firm tugs on my too short pencil skirt, I lifted a shaky hand and knocked more softly than I'd intended then I stood back and waited wondering if he'd even heard me at all.

The response came in a very harsh tone.

"Yes?"

I felt every ounce of confidence within me evaporate momentarily and I stumbled inside stepping nervously in front of his oversized desk on rubbery knees. The man who sat behind the desk matched the intimidating voice in Technicolor detail. Although he was seated, his form was still very tall and lean with a thick head of chestnut brown hair and eyes a bright shade of blue which were breath taking against the healthy golden tone of his skin. It was not a one off tan or orange colors one gets from artificial tans, this was the gorgeous tone of someone who enjoyed being outdoors. I hadn't realized that my mouth hung up brazenly until he cleared his throat loudly. 

I snapped out of my daze and flushed again, murmuring an apology. I painted a polite smile onto my face and extended my hand to him.

"It's wonderful to meet you Mr. Bennett, my name is..." 

"I know what your name is, Miss Ellis, sit." 

He said when he finally spoke but he neither recognized my gesture nor did he take my proffered hand and I stood with my hand extended until the moment became awkward and I pulled it back feeling the sting of his rejection. I took a seat in one of the plain wooden chairs in front of his desk and wiped my clammy palms along my skirt subtly all the while smiling kindly. He sat and waited patiently while I'd settled in and my smile faded. 

"Now Miss Ellis..." 

"Oh!" 

I interrupted him, recoiling slightly when his sharp gaze burned into me.

"It's Misses, actually." 

His expression cooled visibly.

"My apologies, Mrs. Ellis!"

He purred with a syrupy sweet emphasis on the prefix to my name.

I nodded trying to pretend that I wasn't completely disarmed but his unnerving tone. The tension in the room was practically tangible as he stared at me, appraising me. After a thorough once over with nothing but his eyes seemed to find whatever he was looking for and he continued. 

"Mrs. Ellis your invitation to interview for me today was initiated at the personal recommendation of your director downstairs based on the impression you've made on her. I'm seeking someone with your skills and demeanor to fill the role of my executive assistant."

His statement confused me, stirring me to ask.

"But sir, I am a marketing representative from the third floor, while I am rather resourceful I am not particularly organized and my memory is terrible. What help can I possibly be to you?" 

Heat flashed behind his eyes and when he answered I was sure he was talking about something else entirely. 

"Well Misses Ellis, I am familiar with your skills. This is not a secretarial position and I will be counting on you to deliver."

At the double meaning behind his words I felt moisture pooling between my legs and I tightly squeezed my thighs together in response, swallowing hard. Trying to force words around the growing lump in my throat I didn't recognize my own voice, hoarse with my sudden arousal. 

"Thank you, sir, I'm sure I will do well with whatever tasks you assign to me. What exactly would like for me to do?" 

"Your duties are not defined to the letter although they will grow as you take your direction from me. Ultimately, I will make all the decisions and you will obey them. Your primary duty is to serve me by making sure that I only see what I need to see, freeing me up to run this company. I need you to give me the facts and any opinions you have then do what I say. This is not an eight to five job your hours will be what they are, but we will certainly pay you accordingly. A 25% increase in your current annual salary should be sufficient to allow for the accommodations to your new position. In addition to your current medical benefits standard as well as an appropriate annual bonus..."

My mind was spinning with the onslaught of new information. What executive assistant anywhere makes what I make a year already, much less with a 25% raise? I knew Brian would be chomping at the bit to say yes for me but I felt the need to pause and consider. Why did this sound too good to be true?"

He had paused and when my eyes once again focused on his, he looked me directly in the eyes and asked sternly.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Ellis, am I interrupting your day dreams?"

I muttered an apology under the weight of his chastisement and he continued, un-phased.

"Now we'll need to discuss appropriate attire for your work uniform." 

Immediately I thought of Brian's instructions about my daily dress at work and I blurted out without thinking.

"I promise maintain business appropriate attire, within certain limits of course." 

His eyes were immediately alight with curiosity.

"Oh really, to which limitations are you referring?" 

"My husband's, sir." 

I answered honestly. 

We were closely approaching a line of what I knew to be appropriate to discuss with one's boss' boss' boss, but I couldn't escape my desire to be completely transparent with this man. 

Leaning forward and putting his elbows onto the desktop, Mr. Bennett locked his fingers together creating a steeple out of his pointer fingers then rested his chin atop them. He seemed to sense my pull toward him as much as I did. 

"What types of limitations?" 

My blood boiled below the surface of my skin and I'm sure my face was beet red as I answered honestly, 

"Well sir, I am my husband's submissive and he requires that I dress this way, low cut blouses to show off my cleavage, short hemlines no less than 3 inches above my knees, high heeled pumps, and in addition I am to go without panties or a brassiere."

He sat quietly and then began to chuckle to himself before laughing heartily.

"You mean the worm that attended the holiday party with you a few months ago, is that the 'Dominant' man that you speak of now?" 

I nodded, not even realizing that he'd noticed me before now, much less Brian. I kept my eyes to the floor and answered him.

"Yes sir, that man was my husband."

I didn't say much beyond that as I wasn't really sure if I should; I'd already said too much as it was. 

"Oh my dear, Mrs. Ellis, if that is your example of a Dominant I must regretfully inform you that you have been horribly misled." 

At this my eyes shot up and glared at him angrily.

"Pardon me, Mr. Bennett but I don't take kindly to implications that I'm incompetent or naïve." 

He smiled patronizingly. 

"Oh sweet Donna, how can you possibly feel so betrayed when you have no truth to compare your man child's portrayal of Dominance? I've seen his demeanor and his wandering eyes as they take in anything in a skirt that passes by. Are the two of you exclusive?"

As much as I wanted to deny him any more of this far too personal information, I'd pretty much decided I was all in at this point so there was little reason in holding back now, besides he was now calling me Donna, not Mrs. Ellis.

"We're married." 

I said matter-of-factly. 

He was unmoved by my statement. 

"Well Donna, that doesn't necessarily mean that you're exclusively involved, or for that matter that your Husband is exclusively involved either. Have you ever been dominated by someone other than your semi-Dominant husband?"

His tone was somewhat of a sneer but I chose to ignore it.

"No, he is my first and my only Dominant."

Scratching his chin thoughtfully he spoke aloud.

"Well that's not at all surprising." 

I seemed to come to my senses, suddenly realizing where we were and how inappropriate of territory this topic of conversation had drifted into and in an instant I was utterly humiliated for letting everything show so openly in front of this total stranger. I stood brusquely.

"Well now while this has been the most unorthodox interview I have ever had I think it's time that I left. Also I think it's safe to assume that I will not be expecting a job offer so I'll see my way out."

He stopped me with a single command.

"Sit, Donna." 

I sunk into my chair and he smiled.

"Good girl. Now Donna, I have every intension of offering you the position just as you have every intention of accepting the offer. From then on we shall see if you are in fact the submissive that you claim to be. Today is Thursday, take tomorrow off and celebrate with your husband this weekend. I start at seven AM and I expect you to be here to greet me." 

"Yes Sir!"

I cringed when I realized that those were words I said to my husband. I sat there somewhat embarrassed at my terminology when my new boss asked.

"Is there something else Donna? 

"Oops sorry Sir."

I stood up left the office once again damning myself for calling him Sir. I returned to my own floor and knocked on my Director's door.

"I'm sorry I've lost you Donna. However, this is a big promotion for you! You'll be working directly under the President of the Company. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't running the place someday. Congratulations!"

I grinned and came around her desk and she stood and we hugged. 

"I owe or maybe blame you for this Marylyn."

"Go on get out of here, I heard you got some time off before you start. Try not to forget us little people once you get up their with the movers and shakers. Just keep your ears and eyes open and do what you're told, you've the talent and the personality that will help you up there."

I could not wait to get home and tell Brian about my raise and new responsibilities. I worried about the added hours and possible road trips but this was going to allow us some financial freedom and Brian enjoys financial freedom. I thought back to the interview and how I'd so casually revealed my submissive relationship with Brian and how dismissive of Brian my new boss was. The more I thought of how he talked about Brain the more I agreed. Brian used the submissive/Dominant relationship only during sex and he was not very imaginative beyond fucking me hard and occasionally spanking or using a belt on me. Once or twice he lifted my skirt or the hem of my dress exposing my pussy and I was amazed at how turned on it got me. But in reality I was the one who made the suggestions of things he should do to me, I was the one who suggested I not wear under garments. 

By the time I got home that afternoon I also realized that the amount of sex had not changed either. Brian still came rather quickly and I was often left wanting. I had thought that it was intentional, as some Dominants like to deny their submissive's release. Yet, Brian never forbade me to masturbate either.

Brian was pleased but not overly thrilled about my promotion and while we went out to eat on Saturday night to 'celebrate' Brian got plastered and I once again went to bed needy. I began to wonder if Brian was telling the truth about Sandy, if she'd left town or maybe he was still having his fun with her. I slept poorly Sunday night but was up early and n the office by six thirty Monday. I was the only one there and had no idea where my office was so I sat and waited. Luckily I still had a few assignments in my briefcase that would need to be returned to Marylyn and I was busy reading them while waiting for my boss or someone to show me my office.

"Well I see Donna is in. Come on into our office."

Our office? This was a twist! I thought Assistants sat outside the office not in with the boss. I followed him in and he pointed to a desk set up near the door. There was a phone, computer etc and a nameplate. I stood looking at it for a minute.

"Donna if I could have your attention?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I barked! I surprised myself, once again, with the term Sir and the sharpness with which I said it. I felt my face warm and knew my embarrassment showed.

"I love the crisp reply. Now I do not expect much from you at first other then to see you grow. Here are four proposals that have come up for approval. I want you to review each one. I want to know if you think I should approve them or reject them and why. Also if a proposal needs to be sent back because it leaves questions note that as well. You will also act as a go between for me with Alice our Secretary. You will learn to determine who actually needs to speak with me and whom you can handle. Obviously this is all a learning process and you will make mistakes. Perhaps, being well trained in submission by your husband we should use some of that discipline to help things stick!" 

"Sir?"

"Was something I said unclear Donna?"

Was he or wasn't he going to use corporal punishment on me and if so, was it to be like what Brian did?

"No, Sir!" 

Very good! Time is ticking Donna lets get to work. I'd like to see your work on each of the proposals as you finish them. In that way we can more quickly get you up to speed with minimum training!"

I nodded and sat at my desk prepared to open one of the proposals. As I sat down my naked ass reminded me of my lack of panties and the dampness on my thighs reminded me that my new boss was indicating that he was going to be teaching me this job through training and discipline. Thoughts of Brian's ineffectiveness in our bedroom and the possibility that he was still seeing Sandy or maybe had someone new. I asked him to not see her, I never specifically asked him not to seek a new girlfriend. I was determined to focus on my job and I let Brian and his possible cheating go. I was determined to be the best and to make my new boss happy he selected me, no matter how hard it was.




Submissive Squared



A few hours later I stood and said

"Sir?"

"Yes, Donna! Are you ready to review something?"

"Yes Sir!"

God it was flowing out of me. So easy using that term and he didn't object, he didn't say call me Jeremiah or boss.

"Come here to my desk and stand in front. Now tell me about this proposal."

I looked down at my notes.

"In the future Donna, let's learn to do without the notes."

"Yes, Sir."

I gave my report stating that the proposal in question failed to meet the statement of work from the client. So not only did it fail to recognize the client's needs, we would take a financial bath by not pricing the full workload that would be expected.

"Good. What should we do with the proposal then?"

"Sir, this proposal needs a lot of reworking to be compliant with the clients requests. Yet it is due in two days. Based on the potential profit, if I use the percentage shown here and a rough estimate of what the full price should be, it would not be financially worth the added effort at this time. However, this is a client we've done a lot of business with in the past and so my bottom line would be that we do the overtime get the proposal correct and suffer the lower return on investment. Sir!"

"That's and excellent summary and it's the same one I came up with last week. Now move on to the next one."

"Sir, am I just rehashing things that have already been done?"

"Yes Donna you are. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No Sir."

"Good because I want to see what you're made of how well you see the big picture. I expected you to see the non-responsive part, to see the marginal profit due to rushing the corrections, but to see the relationship angle is something I did not expect. If you give me similar responses to the others I will allow you a little reward at the end of the day."

"Thank you Sir."

I managed to get though the other three proposals to my boss' satisfaction, mimicking the results he'd already had but none-the-less pleasing him. I then spent some time with Sally learning from her whose calls the boss always took, who he avoided and how to deal with the ones in between. It was about six when I was called to Jeremiah's desk.

"Donna your first day was beyond my expectations. You come as advertised and I think you will work out. Of course knowing the intellectual part of the job is one thing, being capable of obeying me at all times is another type of knowledge."

I did not hear a question so I stood in front of his desk and waited. I have to admit that being here all day, reporting to him and being complemented often made me happy, the concept of discipline and corporal punishment were not in the forefront of my brain at that moment.

"As your reward Donna I am going to give you a small token of your new responsibilities. Would you like that?"

Sir, thank you! You don't need to give me a gift. 

"You earned this, and it's a symbol of what you can expect when I see you developing the proper respect. Please open that on your own, I think you will want to keep this to yourself. I suggest you open it before you go home. Perhaps in your car before you drive off."

With that he handed me a manila envelope.

More confused now then ever I said good night and told my boss I'd see him in the morning and asked if I was here before him was I permitted to enter the office. He nodded and I walked out wondering what was in the envelope.