3 comments/ 28784 views/ 3 favorites Was She Submissive? By: passionatebbw As she came in from a long day at work, she felt tired and went straight to her room. As she started unbuttoning her blouse she heard a noise she quickly looked around but there was nothing there. Continuing with the task at hand she slowly removed the material from her shoulder and dropped the blouse in the clothes hamper and then with her fingertips reached the snaps and she released her ample bosoms revealing hard nipples as the room had a chill. She had a feeling she was being watched but she knew she was alone in the house. The zipper on her skirt got stuck as she tried to unzip it. She calmly worked with the zipper and it began to move. She slid the miniskirt down her thick thighs and next the lacey panties and stepped out of them. She laid down stretching her arms out above her head as she leaned back into the feather bed. She loved her lovely four poster bed it was both beautiful and soft. She closed her eyes and thought deeply about the man she wanted as her lover, he had captured her imagination and now she could not forget him especially as she lay in her bed alone. Soon she was asleep and as she turned onto her back, she heard a sound it was his voice. He whispered "I am here my sweet and now no questions (touching her lips with his finger,) just relax and let me do what I want with your beautiful body." It was him he was there. The excitement she felt rushed over her as her passion grew and with each gentle touch. She knew she would never be the same again... She watched his eyes, as his face gave no hint about what would come next. She wanted him and knew that he would not hurt her. Though they had not discussed being intimate there was a passion felt by both as they interacted. He was the man she watched weilding power in the office and she was excited by the thoughts of him being in control of her. He came next to her and told her, "before you see everything you have to know what it is to see to see nothing" and with that he put a blindfold over her eyes. He told her "before I give you any freedom to do as you please, you need to know what it is to be bound and to be bound to me." Her heart began to race with her anticipation growing. He began to tie her to her bed with silk scarves he found in her drawer and told her don't struggle, be a good girl....With that command she held still and waited for him. He leaned over and kissed her passionately and she knew this was the moment she'd been waiting for. She had been flirting with him for a long time but he never asked her to go out or be with him in any way before. All this time she had dreamed of being his in her bed and here he was standing so close. She couldn't see him or feel him but his cologne lingered in the air and the scent of it was intoxicating to her. Her senses seemed alive as they never had been before. She knew there would never be another first time with him, that she needed to remember everything about this moment of her life. She knew she would never feel the same way about being in contol again. She wondered where he was in the room and as he moved around tying the scarves to the bed she would feel him caress her face, hands, and then her feet. He spread her feet and hands tied them to the bed. He slowly ran his hands along her inner thighs and then slowly removed them from her body as he got close to her passion zone. She had no fear because she trusted him. She knew he was the one she wanted to have this experience with. He was confident and almost arrogant about his ability to please her and though he had that aire about him somehow she felt he cared about her and her safety. Then she felt his hands on her arms running his fingertips on her as he moved his hands down her body stopping to kiss her lips and whispering "now I am making you mine." She smiled and then her face was blank. What was about to happen she wondered? His hands moved on down to her rounded breasts and as if he knew her mind. He began to suck on her breasts and pinch, and bite her nipples as she squirmed on the bed. In his deepest voice he said, "I told you not to move." She laid still and his hands continued down her body where he found the nectar, knowing it was his, he certainly started the flow. Lifting her ass up a little and pulling her toward him he began tasting her. He started by licking the outer creases encircling her clit. He watched her face as he had from the minute he started. She began to moan and squirm again but this time the bindings tightened slightly. She was excited and wanting him more than ever before. She waited to know what would be next would it be a toy? Would he lick her to an orgasm? Would he insert his hardness and allow her to know how it felt to be fucked by the man who owned her mind and body? A free woman but entangled in a thoughts of being his sex slave and giving herself to him. Was she submissive? In this moment all she wanted was to be HIS! He climbed between her legs and teased her clit with his cock and her moans filled the silence. He said tonight is not the night you'll have this inside your beautiful pussy, instead you will service my needs using those sexy full lips. With that he moved closer to her and put the dick into her lips. Fucking her mouth deeply as he held her head. He began to realize how much it turned her on and that she was moaning along with him. Exploding all over her lips and face...She smiled and he began to untie her... He whispered, "This is the beginning of your training." She thanked him as she watched him get dressed... Her submission had begun... Was She Submissive? Ch. 02 It was only the night before, but somehow it seemed a lifetime ago that he had said the penetrating words, "This is the beginning of your training." The words hung in the air and in her heart she wondered what exactly he had meant by that? Still she trusted him and he had been there in her home with her in her bed and every part of her wanted more...to do more, be more, to have more of him... To walk away was not an option. She let her mind wander back to what he had said and what had happened. She thought about the way he looked at her, the way he took control, the way he touched her, the way he explored her orally, The way he teased her and then used her full lips to satisfy his desires. It was an exceptionally erotic evening and it was haunting her today as she remembered it. She hadn't wanted it to end but the night had ended. He untied her kissed her deeply as he touched her wetness and told her he would be back when he had time to train her further... He instructed her that is my pussy and not to use it with anyone else. She agreed that it was HIS now. As she lies in her bed alone, stretching and thinking of his words, of how she felt in each moment he spoke them, she realized she was changed. He had moved her, more than any man from her past ever had. He had her where he wanted her in such a short amount of time. Was it real? Had it really happened? Did she, a strong independent woman, really submit to him in every way? Yes. She had chosen to submit to him, the thought of her submitting to anyone was enormous., but somehow in his arms she had to. At work she was insignificant to him, just another employee, and he treated her as he did every one else in the building. He was a tough boss demanding perfection and she felt his passion and power as he would tell her his expectations. She wondered if things would be different today. She walked past him and he had a scowl on his face, not even acknowledging her presence. She was unsure what that meant, but she was at work and knew she must keep her mind on what she was doing. She spent every spare moment looking at the end of the corridor toward his office. She would squirm and feel her panties dampening when she saw him there. Still there was a lot of work to complete, so back to work she went. Five o'clock seemed to take forever to arrive but once it did she looked at him, turned, and left the building. As she arrived she wondered if he would be coming to visit her tonight, but he hadn't even spoken to her today, she hoped it was because he was so busy there today. Once inside, she walked into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and began to undress, her muscles needed to feel the heat of the water. The water began running down her body long curvy body taking all it's twists and turns until it reached the drain. As she stood in the warmth of the water trickling down her breasts and off the nipples, she began to think again of him. Then she imagined him stepping into the shower behind her. She moved her hand down her voluptuous breasts and on down her body and found that the wettest spot in the shower, was between her thighs. She wanted the touch she had felt last night, his tongue on her clit. Her hands just were not as satisfying. She just couldn't get into it in that moment knowing how good it was the night before being with him, his tongue taking her. She turned the shower off and stepped out of it and there he was, standing there. He had been watching her silhouette in the shower screen as she showered. He found it very erotic, so much so that he had his manhood out in his hand and had been stroking it. He asked her, "GIRL, why did you stop touching my pussy?" She asked quietly, "Your pussy?" He said, "Yes, I took it and you, as mine to train last night." "Who's pussy is it sweet girl?" he asked. Looking up into his eyes she said, "it's yours." Though inside her she thought it doesn't matter what I say, I am still in charge of my pussy and of my life. He smiled and said, "You may call me sir or master, that's how I am to be addressed, girl." "Yes, Sir," she replied. "Furthermore, he told her, "I know what you think but before your training is through you will tell me it's my pussy and MEAN IT!" His statement was strange to her, that he knew her mind. She pushed that thought out of her mind and was excited that he was with her again. "Now step back in that shower and touch my pussy" he commanded. He watched and she began to touch herself again. This time the shower curtain was open as he told her to keep it open. She starred in his eyes as she touched herself and the excitement of watching him and trying to tempt him made her cum for him almost immediately. He stopped pulling on his cock as he got close to orgasm and said, "You haven't earned my cum yet, girl." She smiled but didn't say a word. "Come with me," he commanded as he wrapped her in a towel and then he kissed her deeply. "Dry off, girl," he told her. She began at her hair, then her face and down her neck to her buxom bosoms and on down her stomach, to her ass, on to her long legs and her feet. He watched each move she made and she wondered why he was watching her so intently. He stood up and walked toward her and taking her in his hands he bent her over the edge of the bed and put a blindfold over her eyes. She was still waiting to know what was to happen next. She held her breath hoping that this would be the moment he pushed his hard cock inside her, the moment she dreamed of. His hand reached into her toy drawer and he found her favorite vibrator, long and thick it resembled his strong cock, he smiled. He turned back to her and took the tip of the vibrator and ran it up and down her slit as she began to feel the vibration she began to moan very quietly each time it hit her clit. He told her to spread her legs wider, she moved them wider and he pushed the vibrator deep within her pussy. He could see she was wet as he pulled it in and out. He kept hearing her moan more and more loudly. With his hand on one hip he felt her begin to tremble. "BEG FOR MASTER'S COCK!" he demanded, as he thrust the dildo faster and deeper with in her. She moaned, "PLEASE GIVE THIS GIRL YOUR COCK MASTER!" "SAY IT AGAIN, SLAVE!" he commanded. "PLEASE MASTER, Give ME YOUR COCK!" This time it was a plea that was so sincere, she found herself begging to have him. He pulled the dildo out and shoved his thick hard cock into her and grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her time and time again. Fucking her faster and harder, and then grabbing her hair he pulled her back to him. He kissed her lips then rammed his cock in her again and again. He stopped and turned her around. He took off her blindfold, laid her down on the bed and lifted her left leg and pushed deep inside her. He said, I want you to look at me because I want to see your face as you cum for your MASTER. She had a very expressive face he had known that but this time he wanted to watch her as he took her for the first time with his cock. He instructed her, "TELL ME WHEN YOU ARE ABOUT TO CUM FOR YOUR MASTER." He began pushing deeper and deeper inside her and as he fucked her as rough as he could he watched her face. She was loving every minute of it and wanted more. He was near his point of his cumming when finally she said, "MASTER I am about to cum for you!" He said then, "YOU MAY CUM FOR YOUR MASTER BECAUSE HE IS ALLOWING YOU TO... ALL PLEASURE IS DERVIVED FROM ME." He pushed on and on until she began trembling and came for him in an explosion, she had squirted all over him and his cock and the bed was soaked from their sexual encounter. As she lay in his arms he stroked her hair and said we are still only at the beginning of your training, you still have so much to learn... As you learn your lessons we will be drawn closer together and perhaps someday you will wear MASTER'S COLLAR... He kissed her deeply and told her I am very pleased with you and your progress. He got up and left the room and she lingered there in the exquisite ecstasy of what had transpired between them...mmmmmmmmm Was She Submissive? Ch. 03 Oh my GOD, she thought, as she slapped the alarm off, it's only Wednesday! She had to get up and head toward the office, she had been taking extra time with her grooming now because she wanted to look beautiful to him every time he saw her at work or home. She was also more selective about her wardrobe though it had to be professional on the exterior, it could certainly be sensual and sexy underneath. It enhanced her sense of being a passionately sexual diva when she felt the lacy things against her skin. On her drive to work she was still pondering why she had begged him to fuck her? Was he that good in bed that she NEEDED HIM? Was she under his lustful spell? Should she resist him next time they were together? She grimaced at the thought of him not ever seeing her again, but it wasn't like her to be such a willing sex slave. What did it mean to wear Master's Collar? He made it sound like it was so important but what did she need a collar for? She was happy in her life from day to day, but more happy now that he was in her life in such an erotic way. She stepped inside the door of her office building and broke a heel off her shoe. Then she discovered HE was behind her, entering the building... He picked up the broken heel from the floor. Then he gently took her arm to help her balance and said, "Miss Brandy, let me help you." He took three steps around the corner placed her in a chair. He was down on his knees in front of her this time, how odd to have her MASTER at her feet. "Are you hurt," he asked, "Do you need further assistance?" Spoken as a boss would she thought to herself. There were many others in the lobby some who knew them as colleagues. "No," she sheepishly replied. She was too embarrassed, that she had almost fallen. His hand was caressing her calf gently, but oh so quickly ran his hand up her thigh, so discreetly, to find she had worn the garters and stockings to work. She felt flush with excitement that he had his hand anywhere on her body. "I'll help you get on the elevator, Miss Brandy" He said. As the elevator doors closed his smile widened because they were alone and an evil grin took over as he stopped the elevator between floors. "Time for training," he demanded. She was trapped there with him and her thoughts were not of getting away from him but how submissive she felt at him controlling the event that was about to take place. A deep feeling of excitement and anticipation flooded her heart and mind. He was cool and smooth as he walked around her seemingly making up his mind about what to do with this opportunity. Then he knew, he told her, "Strip for me, slowly, and let me see you move for me." He was in his mind developing a strategy as he watched her, he was more and more aroused with each button and each move. He slid the blouse off her shoulders. The skirt slipped down to the floor on top of the blouse he already removed. Her thighs and the garters were exposed, as exposed as she was. She asked, "Won't they come looking for us or discover the elevator is not moving?" He said, "Trust me my girl, I will make sure we are safe when we play." He called his office and demanded they place elevator 3 on the work order list as being out of order. So it was done as he commanded... He smirked at her presumptuousness of her having inadvertently telling her Master that she knew better than he did. She would need to remember her place. He didn't reprimand her for this time. After training she would know the error of her ways, but for now he would tell her. He hadn't taught her his rules of conduct, YET. "Now," he said, "where were we?" He kissed her deeply and then he whispered, "Who does your pleasure come from?" She was silent and didn't know what to say. "Don't you remember?" He asked. "All pleasures come from your MASTER?" Timidly she said, "Yes, I remember now Master, my pleasure is derived from you." He said, "So what I do with you, is for our mutual pleasure and gratification, although you are to focus on servicing my needs." He pinned her against the wall and she could feel his hardness pressed against her. He held her hands above her head as he began kissing and suckling her breasts squeezing the nipples in his fingertips. He reached down and unzipped and pushed into her finding her so wet. It excited him to know he could encourage that kind of reaction from her. He lifted her slightly off the ground and began to pound her pussy as he took her against the walls of the elevator. She began moaning and he remembered where they were and he put his hand across her mouth and fucked her even harder. The sound of that elevator bell would never be the same to either of them after that. They both came very hard. As he realized how late they were he straightened himself up. "This is quite a beginning to our day isn't it?" he asked. We need to finish this another time." She smiled and agreed. The day was a long day and had been a hard day because her thoughts were less focused on work than on the encounter with him this morning. She hadn't seen him all day but didn't know if he would come by again in the evening. She showered and fixed dinner. After dinner she put on a red slinky silk night gown. Her nipples protruding as the fabric slid across her nipples making them hard. She laid back into her many pillows on her bed and began watching a romantic movie. Then she heard the door bell and yes it was him. He came in and pulled her close to him so tightly she could barely breathe. She had longed for that kiss. Looking at her in the red silk made him smile, a smile that was cocky and self assured. "From now on, as I enter the door, you are to let your clothing drop to the floor," he ordered her, "There will be nothing between us." Looking again he said, "It's time for me to inspect my property." She giggled. "What's so funny about that my girl?"he demanded to know. Her face dropped, she knew he meant for her to be silent. He turned her as he looked and touched every area of her body, that now belonged to him, he showed her no expression on his face. Her nervousness was palpable and still she had a Mona Lisa smile. "No tattoos or body art and no piercings," He said, "We may change that someday but for now, you are beautiful my girl." "Come kneel on your knees before me but don't look at me cast your eyes to the ground, until I allow you to look upon me." He waited five whole minutes before he allowed her to look up at him. As she did the first thing that came into sight was his dick swollen and so ready for her attention, she looked further up to the smile on his face. She waited for instructions and wondered what was in his mind. The smile disappeared from his face he stared deeply into her eyes feeling her yearnings. He took his dick and hit her lips with the tip of it and she opened her lips slightly as he felt the wet mouth he was about to take. He knew what he wanted her to learn tonight, that she wouldn't always get what she wants. Reaching out feeling her hair between his fingers as he pushed her head down on him. He fucked her mouth deeper and harder as she moaned. Feeling how hard he was and how deep it was, she wasn't sure how long she could hold on to service him. He was moaning as he never had before almost allowing her to see she was pleasing him completely and that he needed her too. Then as he moved his dick all the way to the back of her throat he shot a huge load of cum which went down her beautiful throat and out her lips which were filled with his nectar. He got dressed, he looked so sexy to her as she lie there watching him. "You please me very well my sweet sexy subbie." He said. "That is your JOB as my sex slave, to tend to my every sexual need." He reminded her, "Be sure you remember that!" As he got to the door he turned and asked what he had asked before, "WHERE DOES YOUR PLEASURE COME FROM?" He asked in a deep serious tone and she knew what to say. She said quietly and respectfully, "My pleasure comes from YOU, MY MASTER!" With that he smiled a beautiful smile that said how much she had pleased him and he left....She felt fulfilled as well, she had pleased him well. Was She Submissive? Ch. 04 There she was in her little short black dress diamond collar necklace, earrings and sparkling shoes, at her brother's wedding, she felt she had to attend. Her red hair piled in curls atop her head with wispy curls framing her oval face. She hated weddings because the people around her "loved ones and friends" either wanted her to marry or didn't understand that she was quite happy having a busy career and a happy sexual life, full of freedom, sexual adventure and experimentation... She wanted no part of this whole settling down thing people talk so much about; even though she preferred to be with only one special man at a time, someday he would come along and perhaps it was her Master. The ceremony was in a park overlooking a beautiful Japanese style garden, it was beautiful and serene. Today they were releasing butterflies in the park so as the reception was slowing down she stepped away taking her shoes off and feeling the blades of grass between her toes as the butterflies softly landed on her shoulders, her finger tips and even on her nose. As she was enjoying the quiet beauty of the day she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, startled at first, she turned her head and who else could it be but her MASTER. He whispered, "What are YOU doing here?" "My brother just got married today up there," She said, "I am here for his wedding and the reception, what brings you out here?" "I was helping tag and release the butterflies that seem to love playing around you," he replied, "Come with me." He pulled her hand and quickly she followed him into a tiny gardener's cottage and he said, "We have time for training." She stood up and ran toward the door, "I have to get back my family will look for me," she explained. "Oh no," he said insisting that she stay, as she tried to run away again, he turned her over a work table. He threw her skirt up above her waist and pulled off his belt and spanked her pale white rounded ass with his hand and said, "If you act like a brat, I will treat you like one." She giggled, as he pulled down his trousers and pushed deep inside her, the giggling stopped and her moaning began She was playfully pulling away and he spanked her ass again. She would not tell him how much she enjoyed this romp but it was so much fun to her. He pounded her deeper as the terracotta pottery on the table rattled with each thrust of her his and her moaning joining into the sounds like music in a symphony.. Her hand wrapped around his taunt muscles as he held tightly onto the table with each thrust. She felt the power of her Master both in his muscles and with each thrust. His hands let go of the table and turn her around as he sits her on the edge of the table. He unbuttons her buttons and hang her breasts over the top of her black lacy bra holding them there for him to devour as he pulls her ass to his waiting cock time and time again lunging forward she has her arms around his neck and his mouth has licked and tasted her ample bosoms. He lies her back on the tabla and has her thighs on his shoulders and his licks her and kisses the very wetness he created in her. As she is lying back a beautiful monarch butterfly lofts down and sit on the tip of her hardened nipple. He looked up and said, "see even they know where the sweet stuff is, he kissed her nipples and her lips. Then she heard it, "Brandy, Brandy where are you?" Her family began to call for her. She quickly jumped up and asked, "Master, may I go to my family?" Pulling herself together quickly she stepped back into her shoes and out of his world back into hers. Smiling, "Yes," he answered. He was pleased she had learned to ask him, first before she ran out to meet them. She ran out the door and called, "I am over here." And she walked toward them, returning to the reception area. Butterflies parting in the air as she walked past them. She went back to the reception and all the usual events she smiled and enjoyed the family. Then as she looked up who should be there but her Master. "Hello, please excuse me but Miss Brandy dropped a glove on the lawn." She blushed as red as the flowers in the bouquet. Her mother approached him he was tall light haired and handsome, he had a boyish charm about him,"Oh, how kind of you to return it to her," she said, "Brandy how do you know this young man?" "This is Thomas," she explained, "he works with me and he's my boss." "Oh my," her mother said, "It's so nice to meet you." "Won't you join us and have some refreshments, perhaps dance with Brandy?" her mother inquired. "It would be my pleasure especially since my ride seems to be distracted, I find myself without a way home," he said. "I am sure Brandy won't mind giving you a ride," her mother volunteered. "I would love to," Brandy said with a smile. As it was ending she watched him as he helped stack chairs and put things away. She couldn't help but smile as she did. She loved what they had done and how it felt to be with him. She had not expected he would be so good with her family. It was a bit odd to see him with them and yet it felt quite comfortable as well. As he walked her to the car, he leaned her back against the driver side and he said, "Give me your keys, I'M DRIVING!" She had never been in a car with him before. She felt his hardness pressing against her. She wondered where he would take her, they had never been anywhere together except her home and the elevator at work, until today. He walked her to the other side of the car and let her into the passenger seat. He got into the driver's seat and reached over across her and kissed her as he buckled her into her seat. "Now that you are mine I want to keep you safe for ME!" he said. He started the car and put it into gear and began to drive her. The road was long and down the coast as they drove the wind blew through her hair as he put the top down and she looked beautiful,, her copper hair glistening in the breeze. She felt his hand on her thigh as they drove moving closer and closer to her wetness as they drove forward... "Where are we going?"she asked. He merely smiled and kept driving,unbuttoning three of her buttons as he did. Her hands on her hips this time, "Where are we going?" He reached over and unbuttoned three more of her dress buttons and still she did not stop, "Please, where are we going?" He unbuttoned three more buttons and said "Are you going to be nude before we get there, that's the real question?" So she became quiet knowing he would stop the car and undress her completely. She looked up and in front of them she saw a lovely white building, a condominium and it was very strong like him. Very beautiful in it's stark lines and the shading of the walls playing with the light which made the structure even more interesting. He opened her car door she began to button her shirt and he said, "Did I say to button that?" "No, I am sorry, Master. Thomas" she said quietly. It was the first time she had called him both names... It felt good to be there with him... She knew almost at once this was his place... She became a bit nervous as she realized this was a new phase in their relationship, she would be in his home. She would be HIS in HIS HOME. She was very excited and as the door opened she didn't know what to expect. She walked in behind him and he turned and kissed her deeply and said, "I have wanted nothing but you all day long." She smiled. She said, "Thank you for being so sweet to my family." she looked around the room and saw so many objects from so many cultures and she wondered had he been traveling to find such beautiful things or does he collect beautiful things? Would she be just something he collected? He kissed her again and this time began to disrobe her. All she cared about was that SHE WANTED TO BE HIS TONIGHT! He showed her around his place and then into his room where he opened a bottle of wine and demanded she join him on the bed... She had no idea what toys and what wondrous adventures lie ahead for her in this room but she knew she wanted them to start right now. He held a jewelry box and opened it and within it was the most beautiful diamond collar necklace she had ever seen in her life. She was not a material girl but it was as beautiful as the butterflies were earlier. It's colors sparkled and glistened as he showed it to her and then laid it on her neck to show her the beauty of it against her smooth silky skin. "THIS is MASTER'S COLLAR.," he said firmly, "IF you EARN this collar, you will wear it every day of your life and it will never leave your neck." "It will symbolize that YOU are MINE and that I will take care of you, reward you, punish you as needed and YES even LOVE YOU," he continued. "Most of all it will tell the world THAT YOU BELONG TO ME!!!!" He took the necklace back off her soft pale skin and put it back in the box and put it in a floor safe in his closet. He took out another box with a collar from the safe, a plain gold one all one piece, curved to fit smoothly around the neck, but the back had a closure like a padlock, heart shaped tiny and gold, discreet but a slave's collar just the same. It looked like a necklace anyone might wear to work or in life. This collar was to be her training collar and as he placed it on her he said, "As you wear this you are my girl and you represent me, "he informed her, "Understand me, that this pussy is mine, as YOU ARE MINE and if you accept this gift, you will be spanked and punished and tempted and denied sometimes but pleasured beyond your wildest dreams often," he said, "DO YOU ACCEPT MY GENEROUS OFFER?" Without much thought or hesitation, "YES" she said and she jumped up and hugged him so tightly and kissed him with great passion.