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Submission Ch. 01

By: marlowking



This is a story in progress. The end hasn't been determined and only two chapters are complete so far. After reading the second chapter, let me know which way you want this to go and I'll incorporate some of your suggestions. 

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Susan knew what she was getting into, even though she pretended to herself that it was just going to be a quick drink to check the place out. She left work earlier than usual that Friday evening and hurried home to prepare for her adventure. She had tidied the house, had a shower, shaved her mound, and put some wine in the fridge to chill. She had even moved the coffee table out of the way and replaced it with the oversized ottoman. On her way out the front door, she did a quick turn to scan the room just to ensure all was in order in case she didn't return alone. She closed the door and headed for the waiting cab.

As a single woman pushing forty with a demanding job in accounting that took far more than eight hours a day to maintain, Susan didn't have much opportunity for exploring her sexual desires. She was certainly not the type to invite sexual advances. Her nervousness around potential suitors was masked so well that men interpreted it as disinterest and they quickly moved on. So dates were few and far between. 

She'd stay home all weekend with the occasional visit to friends or family once in a while. Her only hobbies were solitary ones like reading or doing puzzles. She loved to listen to music and daydream. For years she'd been creating fantasy lives in her mind; lives far more exciting than could realistically be lived. Frankly, she liked her own company and never felt bored or lonely.

To the rest of the world, she appeared the innocent, librarian type -- mousy, reserved, conservative, and even a little boring. For the most part, they were right. Monday mornings around the water cooler and all she could say of her weekend was that she finished a really tough jigsaw puzzle. 

Sometimes she'd have sexual fantasies. They worked on the rare occasion she felt the need to masturbate. But otherwise, they remained in the background. That is, until a few months ago. 

Recently, behind her oversized glasses and under her hairpins, Susan had an imagination that would make a trucker blush. She'd be listening to the adventures of her colleagues while imagining being in all sorts of sexual situations with one or more of them. 

Once home, Susan would surf the internet for stories, videos, and photos that would feed her growing sexual desires. She even went so far as to meet a few men through a personals ad she placed online. Although she never went so far as having sex with any of the men she met, she did wear tops that accentuated her newly-created cleavage and she reveled in the carnal attention she received. A few men were even provided a view of her nipples as the evening neared an end. 

During the week, she started wearing lower-cut bras under her buttoned-up blouses and would undo her buttons for the drive to and from work, eventually working up to completely exposing and fondling her breasts during her 15-minute commute. Once in a while someone would look over and see her naked breasts, giving her a thrill that would distract her for the rest of the day. Just before turning into the street on which she worked, Susan would redo the buttons, again looking as innocent as usual.

What was once a perfunctory task, masturbation now took on a whole new level of importance. Susan was pleasuring herself daily and multiple times on weekends. She had bought some new toys to aide her in her quest and gave over the entire bottom drawer of her nightstand to them. As she masturbated, her mind would conjure up images; sometimes of multiple men playing her body like a musical instrument, making her sing with delight; or of being forced to comply with the demands of a dominant man; or of being teased along the fine line between pleasure and pain; or one of the many other twisted little scenarios her imagination created. No matter which of the socially unacceptable fantasies Susan selected, her orgasms were easy to achieve.

Her car was in perfect working order and she had no intentions of having any more than two alcoholic drinks that night yet Susan had called for a cab anyway. She wanted her evening to start as soon as possible and having a captive audience in the cab driver was a great way to get her into the mood. Susan took a deep breath and climbed in to the front passenger seat. 

Her clothing had been chosen with care. Under the long, black coat needed for these bloody cold winters, Susan wore a form-fitting, button down black blouse that was just sheer enough to see her nipples if the lighting was right. With two more buttons undone than polite company would accept, her black leather shelf bra couldn't be seen but her C-cup cleavage was making a nice showing. Below that, Susan wore a black skirt that came to mid-thigh. It was gathered at the waist and could flare out beautifully if she twirled around. Her long legs were hidden behind black stockings held up by a garter. On her feet, she wore a brand new pair of expensive Italian heels. No panties tonight for her. That would defeat the purpose. 

The hair pins were gone and her auburn hair flowed in soft waves down past her shoulders. Her skin was a golden brown from the tanning sessions she had recently added to her routine. The prescription for contacts had just been filled and she was wearing them for the first time. With her eyes now visible, she made a point of adding some eye shadow and mascara to highlight the deep green of her irises. A little blush and lip gloss and Susan felt like a different person. If her colleagues could see her now, she thought, they'd be stunned to see her transformation into a real beauty. 

Susan felt her naked pussy heating up as she turned to smile at the cabbie. He was a man of indeterminate age; anywhere from 30 to 50, as far as Susan could tell. Clean shaven, a bit of gray in his close-cropped hair, olive complexion, straight teeth, and an ironed shirt. Probably married, Susan figured. He returned her smile and glanced at her cleavage for only a moment. But it was enough for Susan to know that he noticed. Good, she thought. She turned in her seat to face him and gave him the address of her destination while she pushed her chest out, further exposing the rounded tops of her breasts. As he listened to her instructions, the driver gazed adoringly at the ample curves of her offering. 

As they headed out, the cabbie made small talk while Susan decided what her next move would be. She knew that she wanted to expose herself to him. It was just a matter of what to expose and how to go about it. Ever since her hormones started raging a few months ago and her sexual fantasies and masturbation consumed her life, Susan had wanted to push herself further than she ever imagined possible. She wanted to experience her fantasies in real life. One of them was to expose herself to strangers. Having gained courage from her daily commute, she was confident the driver would enjoy it as much as she would. 

With her long coat opened and her legs stretched out, Susan readjusted her skirt to show the lacy top of her stockings. Turning in her seat to face her admirer, she smiled and asked him if he'd like to see more. He nodded eagerly so Susan moved her hands up to her chest and started caressing the tops of her breasts and then slowly moved to undo a button, then another one and another one. She waited until he had stopped for a red light and then pulled the top open a bit to show him more of her smooth skin, stopping just as the edge of her areola came into view. The cabbie turned the interior light on and gazed at his passenger, still in shock at his good fortune. It was only when the car behind him blew his horn that the cabbie noticed the light had turned green. He reluctantly turned his eyes back to the road but continued to frequently glance over at Susan as he drove. 

Susan had resolved to fully expose her breasts at the next red light and hoped it would come soon. She was a bundle of nervous anticipation and her pussy was getting wet from the thrill as she undid the rest of her buttons. As they approached the next intersection, the taxi slowed and Susan realized the driver was hoping the light would turn amber, forcing him to stop again. Alas, they sailed through but had to stop again a few blocks later. The driver quickly looked over at Susan and asked her to show him more. She happily complied by pulling her blouse completely open. Her breasts sat perched on her barely-there bra, exposed nipples pushing straight out towards the cabbie. He stared open-mouthed at her breasts, oblivious to anything else. Susan began to play with her nipples. She squeezed them, ran her fingertips over them, pinched them and rolled them between her thumbs and fingers. Fully erect, they were quite sensitive to her touch and the electricity ran straight down between her legs. She squirmed a bit in her seat and let out a soft sigh of pleasure. 

Yet again, it took the horn blasts from behind to get the cab driver's attention back to the green light in front of them. Susan kept her blouse open as they carried on their way. She moved her legs apart, bending her left leg and placing it on the bench seat just inches from the driver's thigh. Her back was to the passenger door so she was well-positioned for her next milestone. She told him that at the next red light she would lift her skirt higher. It would be a first for Susan. Never before had she gone so far in her exhibitionism and she was excited thinking that this stranger, who she had only laid eyes on in the last ten minutes, was about to see her clean-shaven pussy.

The cab driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hard-on was straining against his pants and he wanted to find a position that would relieve some of the pressure. He really wanted to release his cock from the confines of his clothes but was afraid to do anything to jeopardize the unfolding events so he kept his hands on the steering wheel and continued to stare at Susan's fine tits as often as was safely possible. 

After a few minutes, they approached a large intersection that had a long wait before the lights would turn green. The cabbie looked over at Susan and his eyes slowly worked their way down from her breasts to the top of her skirt, where they remained, silently urging her to lift it higher. Susan needed no further encouragement. She lifted the skirt up to her hips and then moved her fingers down to spread her wet lips apart for him to see the pink folds of flesh between her legs. His hand instinctively reached out to touch her sex and Susan was so turned on that she did nothing to stop him. With his index finger, he traced a line from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the tip of her clit. The sensation made Susan shiver with delight and she drew in a gasp of air. Then he circled around the hood of her clit very slowly before making his way back down again. It took all of Susan's willpower not to thrust her hips up in response. She didn't want sex with this man. He was simply the appetizer to her multi-course meal. 

They were very close to their destination by now and Susan made a point of reminding the driver that the light had changed. He pulled his hand back from her pussy and licked his finger before making the last few turns into the parking lot.

The club was about 20 minutes from home, in the heart of the industrial district. It would seem to be an odd place for a club but that didn't seem to stop the customers from finding it. The parking lot was already full of cars and it was only 9:30. When they drove up to the entrance, Susan pulled down her skirt, refastened her blouse, and retrieved some cash from her purse. The driver told her the ride was on the house and to ask for him next time she needed a lift. His name was Brad and he would be working until 1AM if she needed a ride home tonight. Susan thanked him for the ride and for being such a good voyeur then got out and walked towards the door of the swingers club.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Submission Ch. 01



I awakened to a thunderstorm. Then the phone ran. I answered sleepily and recognized Mistresses' voice. "How soon can you be here, slave?" She asked, although it was more of a demand than a question. I responded that I could be there in about an hour and was instantly out of bed and in the shower.

It was still raining as I arrived at Her apartment. She let me in and immediately blindfolded me and fastened a leather collar around my neck. I heard Her snap the leash to it. "We are entertaining a visitor today. He asked specifically for you. I expect you to obey all commands. DO NOT DISSAPOINT HIM OR ME!" She told me sternly. I was already aroused. I was led into Her dungeon and ordered to strip. I did as instructed, my clothes were taken from me as I undressed. Wrist and ankle restraints were fastened to me .I felt very vulnerable standing there naked. I knew Mistress was there yet a man was staring at me as well. 

I felt Mistress caress my ass. "Too pale, you need a trip across my lap. Get across my lap now!" She told me. I was helped across her lap, hands on the floor and ass in the air. "Select a paddle for me, please," She told the stranger. He handed Her the ping pong paddle and She commented, "Good choice!" Next I heard a smack and felt the sting on my right cheek. Then came five more. That was followed by several on my left cheek. 

My bottom was heating up as She alternated swatting one cheek and then the other. That's better," She said as She felt my hot ass. "Get up," She told me.

"OK, the slut is all yours," She told the stranger. He tugged on the leash and I stepped forward until He touched my face. He inspected me with one hand, gently, teasing me. He caressed my nipples before pinching them, then stroked my very erect cock as well as my ass. A thin ribbon was tied around my cock. 

He spoke quietly to me, "I think you'll do nicely. We're going to have lots of fun today. Mistress will watch. First let's see how tight you are. Bend over, slut." I obeyed, bending across a sawhorse. A rope was tied around my body, securing me tightly. My hands and feet were fastened to hooks. I felt the cool lube being spread around my anus. He circled it then slowly inserted a finger inside me. I couldn't help but moan and I heard Mistress chuckle.

They both spoke of how tight I was and what a slut I was. Then he removed his finger and began to press a plug into me. 

"It's too big!" I said. Big mistake. He removed the plug and Mistress yelled at me for being so insolent. She smacked my ass 10 times, quite hard. "Let's try this again," He told me. I felt the plug being inserted in me again. I relaxed my ass as He slowly pushed it inside. He was merciful, pausing to let me adjust. As the widest part slipped inside the pain was intense but quickly subsided. I felt my stretched anus contract around it and breathed a sigh of relief.

My breathing returned to normal and I wondered what would happen next. I was blindfolded still and my imagination was running wild. Without warning came a loud smack on my ass. It was a leather strap. I jumped but didn't move. He gave me six more and then paused to change instruments. Master used five more paddles on me and my ass was glowing. I was relieved when He stopped and untied me. I had to be helped up. Suddenly my left nipple felt like it was on fire! Nipple clip! Next came the pain to the other nipple. I sucked in air through clenched teeth. 

"Alright, slut, I'm going to allow you the privilege of kissing my ass. Do a good job and you will be rewarded. Do a bad job and the punishment will be great. Get to it!" He bend over and I sank to my knees. I felt his butt with both hands and began to kiss it all over.I didn't expect the lash across my back. Mistress had a stranded cat and was beginning to whip me. I worked my tongue into his crack and ran my tongue up and down it several times. Zeroing in on his rosebud I worked my tongue all around it.

"That's it, slut stick your tongue in his ass. Lick it. Fuck his ass with your tongue!" She was yelling at me. I gently spread his cheeks and inserted my tongue inside him. "Yeah, that's it. Do it," he said. The whip continued to fall across my back, ass and thighs. My tongue went as far in his ass as I could get it. He pressed back against me and I tongue fucked Him till my tongue ached. 

Master pulled away from me and turned around. The whipping had stopped, mercifully. "Here's your reward, you little slut," he told me as he pressed his cock to my mouth. I opened wide as he slid it in. He grabbed my hair and started to fuck my face. His cock was large and vainly, thick and with a nicely shaped head. It felt good and tasted great. It was more than a mouthful and I savored it. He was very aroused and groaned loudly as He filled my mouth with six or seven huge blasts of cum. 

As He pulled out of my mouth, Mistress had me stand, then tied me to a chair. I was felt like that, alone and horny as hell.



Submission Ch. 01



NB: Contains watersports.



My life was all about control. Control over others and control over myself. The always calm composure that makes the difference in the deal or no deal of the business hell I twisted myself around like a snake. What has that control bought me? A sports car that does twenty miles to the gallon and a house with six bathrooms and an occupant of one. I yearned to relinquish that control, to place my fate in the hands of another, to do with as she pleases. I wanted that dangerous thrill, that submission to the unknown and unpredictable, to escape into a black hole of pleasure remote from the stale order of my life and career. And so it was that I discovered Mistress Scarlett.

The internet is a fascinating thing. Fifteen years ago it came into my life with a wealth of imagery that broadened my sexual horizons. Then, with the advent of broadband, came moving images that I spent most of my free time watching and rewatching until it became an almost physical pain to do so. Because I wasn't there, wasn't involved, was only a single man on my own: pathetic and unsatisfied. This frustration led me down the trail to her. 

I picked over those images in the gallery section of her website until I had memorised every latex clad curve and could recall them at any point of the day. At first it was just a curiosity but it soon grew to an obsession that distracted me every second of every day. One evening an empty bottle resulted in an appointment being booked and I struggled to sleep in the two weeks that led to that night when I would finally indulge in what I had always craved.

It was dark and threatening to rain the night I stepped up to the door of her domain. My hand trembled as I rang the bell to her house. The street was deserted and quiet although I'm sure the neighbours were used to seeing random men like myself showing up on her doorstep and no longer twitched the curtains to regard her latest conquest.

Through the frosted glass of her front door I watched as a blurry black figure approached. The handle turned and I took a deep breath as the door opened to reveal her standing before me. 

Her milky skin was encased in black latex. A tight basque hugged her abdomen and squeezed her ample breasts up and against one another to create a deep cleavage. The basque was attached to long rubber stockings which were thrust into black high heels and she wore a latex g-string. On her forearms she wore long, finger-less gloves and in her right hand she clutched a black riding crop. Her hair was long and dark cherry and she wore it up, contained in a tight bun at the back of her head.

My heart felt seized by the vision before me; my fantasy tantalisingly personified.

Her tongue darted over her rouge lips and her voice, commanding and confident, echoed in the porch.

"Won't you come in?"

Silently, I obeyed, a constricted pain in my trousers as I stepped over the threshold and into her domain.

Her heels clacked on the tiled floor as she walked ahead of me and I began to breathe heavily, adrenaline rushing through my blood stream as I regarded her firm backside framed by the latex suspenders, the cheeks divided by the shining g-string.

I followed her to a sparse living room with white walls and tiled floor, furnished with a black leather sofa and chairs. There was a glass coffee table in the centre on which stood a bottle of blood red wine and two pre-filled glasses.

"Take a seat," her deep yet feminine voice echoed again in the minimalist room, and she gestured with her riding crop towards one of the chairs.

Still without speaking, for I did not know what to say, I sat on the proffered chair, folding my hands on my lap to try to disguise my erection. I don't know why I did that; both of us knew why I was there but I suppose the whole scenario was so alien, so deliciously uncomfortable, that I lapsed into automatic etiquette.

She picked up one of the glasses and drank deep of the wine as she slid her perfect form onto the sofa and folded her legs. She regarded me with her charcoal lined eyes.

"Your first time?" she said after a moment.

"Yes," I responded, a quaver of nerves in my voice, "mistress." I was eager to follow the protocol. She smiled at that.

"Well, I was very pleased to see your specific requests. It's been a while since I've had someone so eager for such humiliation. Understand that making me pleased is exactly what you are here to do."

"Yes, of course, mistress." I nodded, my excitement growing.

"Now, take off your clothes."

I obeyed, removing my jacket, unbuttoning my shirt and laying them over the arm of the sofa as she smiled mischievously at me. As I undid my belt and slipped off my trousers she stroked one long, latex-clad leg with the riding crop. Her eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, as she caught sight of the bulge in my underwear. I placed my shoes beside the sofa and stood before her.

"Those too." She gestured towards my boxer shorts with the riding crop.

I took a breath and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts. I eased them over my erection and slid the shorts down and over my ankles. I felt a natural urge to cover myself but fought against it as I stood proudly before her. My skin began to prickle into gooseflesh in the sparse room.

"Good boy," she purred and sighed contentedly, no doubt considering what she had in store for me. "Now, drink your wine."

I leant forward and picked up the other glass. As I straightened and began to sip from the glass, the riding crop came up to lightly rest upon my balls. I could feel the skin tighten even more than from the cold as the end of the crop stroked my sack and began to slide over the length of my cock.

"You're a big boy, aren't you?" she said and I had to swallow the wine in my mouth hard and fast to respond with a pathetic, whimpering, "Yes, mistress."

"I think we'll start with a few measurements," she said, a giggle in her voice and I watched as she slid like an amorous snake onto the smooth floor. Her latex stockings squeaked as she shuffled forwards on her knees towards my throbbing cock. She turned her head and let my shaft caress her cheek. I heard her take a deep breath, inhaling my scent, before I felt her tongue, warm and wet, begin to trace a trail from the base of my cock towards the end which was a deep red with lust and expectation.

I couldn't suppress a shuddering moan as her ruby lips parted and slipped around the end of my shaft. My cock was plunged into a warm and wet embrace that slowly extended down its length as my new mistress took more and more of me into her throat. Her lips wrapped around me with just the right amount of pressure and I felt her tongue slide beneath my length as the end of my cock extended to the back of her throat. There I was suspended, my eyes closed in ecstasy, the glass in my hand, half-empty, hanging by my side, as she took complete control over me with her mouth. Then, slowly, she slid my cock out of her mouth and swallowed deeply.

She stood up and pushed her warm body up against my own as she took my manhood in her right hand and gripped tightly.

"You really are a disgusting little boy, aren't you?" she whispered into my ear.

"Yes, mistress," I replied.

"Are you ready for your punishment for being such a disgusting little boy?"

I groaned and nodded but cried out with painful pleasure when her hand released my cock and smacked it.

"You will always answer my questions!" she chastised.

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress."

Her hand gripped me again.

"Good boy. Now, if my punishment gets too much then you must say the word 'rose'... but if you do, all of this will end. Do you understand?"

I told her I did. She took the wine from my hand and placed it on the table, still holding my cock. Then she led me from the room by my member and through a doorway which led to a wooden staircase. We descended the steps and entered a room of such sordid promise that I almost came in her hand right there and then. She stopped and let me drink in the promising sight before us.

Around the breeze block walls were arrayed a variety of racks and shelves on which stood or hung a multitude of devices of pleasure and sexual torment: cuffs and spankers, canes and floggers and whips, gags and body restraints, nipple clamps, hoods, collars, whips, blindfolds, vibrators, dildos and anal toys. From the wooden beams of the ceiling hung a selection of harnesses and slings, and there were chairs and tables specially designed for restraint and punishment arrayed about the room. In one corner stood a chair with a clear plastic funnel built into the seat over a cushion. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes came to rest upon it.

Mistress Scarlett tugged at my cock and led me over to a rack at one wall, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor. She picked up a red and black gag and held it to me.

"I like my slaves' screams muffled. Put this on," she ordered and I brought my hands up to take hold of the straps of the gag.

I placed the rubber bit in my mouth and held it with my teeth. She released my cock and spun me around. She grabbed the straps of the gag behind my head and roughly tightened and buckled it. I began to take deep breaths through my nose as my saliva began to run over the rubber gag.

"Now, restraints."

She smiled and chose a pair of leather cuffs from a shelf. I held out my hands obligingly and she tightened the silver buckles around my wrists. A silver ring hung from each cuff affording her the opportunity to attach me to whichever device of torture she chose from her cave of perverted pleasure.

My cock throbbed painfully with expectation as I regarded the curve of her thighs accentuated by the latex g-string which shone in the dim light. As she fastened a studded collar around my neck, I gazed longingly into her deep cleavage, wishing I could bury my face into it.

Click; a leather leash was attached to my collar and I was truly and utterly hers to command, like a dog. She pulled me towards her, twisting the leather leash around her hand until it was mere inches from my throat, her shining red mouth before my own, her wine-scented breath breezing across my wet lips gaping around the gag.

"Mmmmm," she breathed, "Now you're all mine."

Her free hand found my engorged cock and slowly began to caress it.

"You're all mine. To do with as I please. And I know you've been a naughty little boy, a truly dirty little boy."

Her fingers wrapped around my length and she began to pump my cock as she stared into my eyes.

"All that time fantasising about me and what I could do to you. Well, be careful what you wish for as you are now going to find out exactly what I'm capable of."

She inhaled quickly through her nose and spat in my face. A whimper escaped me, muffled by the gag, and I watched as she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth once more. Without preamble, she began to furiously suck at it, sliding my entire length back and forth into her throat, making hungry groans as she did so. My hands unconsciously found the back of her head and she suddenly withdrew my dick from her mouth when she felt my fingers on her hair. She spat a big gob of saliva into my crotch and slapped my hands away.

"No!" she ordered. "No touching till you are given permission, you disgusting little boy."

She stood up and grasped the leash again.

"You clearly need to be taught some boundaries."

She tugged at the leash and led me over to one end of a waist-high bench in one corner of her dungeon.

"Bend over," she commanded and I obeyed, laying my upper body onto the leather that was upholstered across the top of the bench. She took hold of my wrists and attached the metal rings of the cuffs I wore to metal clips either side of the far end of the bench. I felt supremely vulnerable as her hand stroked my backside, her fingers running down the inside of my leg to caress my balls and cock which now hung down over the edge of the bench.

In front of my head was a floor length mirror in which I could see her behind me as she stepped away from my helpless body. I began to inhale deeply through my nose in fevered excitement as I regarded her retrieving a wooden spanker from a rack nearby and returning to stand behind my prone body, a look of lustful power in her eyes, her tongue darting over her ruby lips.

"Now, you've had some pleasure, it's time for some pain," her words echoed in the brick chamber.

The spanker came sailing through the air with a whoosh and the black and red painted wood slapped into the flesh of my backside. I felt a warmth spread across my right cheek and my balls tightened as an involuntary groan escaped my throat.

"No. You must receive your punishment in silence. Do you understand?"

I released a deep breath and nodded in response. My mistress smiled and giggled mischievously as she raised the weapon once more.

Whoosh-crack! Whoosh-crack! Whoosh-crack! Again and again the wooden paddle impacted with my flesh and I bit down on the rubber gag to contain my cries of painful-pleasure. The feeling in my backside transitioned from a pleasing warmth to an almost unendurable fire and I kept my eyes fixed on her breasts as they bounced within the tight black latex of the basque which held them. It took a great effort not to cry out as she continued to spank my burning skin and I found myself simultaneously wishing her to stop and continue as sweat began to prick from her skin and run down into her heaving cleavage.

Suddenly, it was over and she laid the torturous device on the tiled floor. My breathing was ragged and fast through my nose and I forced my eyes to stay open, to continue to watch my mistress as she kneeled upon the floor.

"Good," she purred, sadistic pleasure evident in her voice, "You did exactly as you were told. Now you get a reward."

I saw her hands move up and disappear behind the curve of my backside and felt her fingers on the raw skin of the backs of my thighs. They were gentle and smoothly slid up and over my cheeks, such a contrast to the wicked pain of before. I felt their tips run into my crack on either side and begin to gently part my flesh, exposing my arsehole. Her tongue flicked out to lick her shining lips before her head also disappeared behind my rear. 

My heart began to beat faster again as I realised what was in store and, a moment later, I felt subtle probing which is near impossible to describe. Ever so slowly she pushed her face into my parted backside and I felt a warm wetness begin to spread on my hole as her tongue slid over the sensitive skin of my anus. This time I could not prevent a deep and satisfied groan from escaping my throat as this latex clad angel/devil continued to lick at my arsehole.

Her fingers slid down to my balls and she began to massage them as her tongue cleaned my hole. Her right hand tightened around my manhood and she began to milk it hard and violently as she forced her face deeper into my backside, her tongue now thrusting and probing the inside of my hole.

The pleasure was incomparable to any I had experienced prior. The complete and total loss of control, the reality I had sought was finally being realised and it was enough to make me want to shoot my load into the lap of the woman behind me as she molested me.

Then, suddenly, the pleasure stopped and I was left, beginning to drip with sweat, alone once more as Mistress Scarlett withdrew her face from my backside and dropped her hand from my cock, so close to climax.

I looked into the mirror as her face appeared beside my right thigh, her cheeks and chin wet with saliva.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, breathing heavily.

I nodded my assent.

"Of course you did." She stood up and looked down at my reflected face with a sort of lustful disgust expressed by a curled lip and a raised eyebrow. "You are disgusting little boy who likes his arsehole licked. You never knew how deep your perversions ran until my tongue entered you. Oh, but there's more. When I'm finished with you you'll realised how disgusting you truly are... and you'll beg for more."

Her heels clacked on the stone tiles and she was lost to sight as she stepped beyond the mirror's gaze. I heard her hum somewhere behind me as she selected some other instrument of torture and her 'aha' as she made a decision. There was plastic click as of a bottle cap being opened and faint liquid squeezing sound. Then the clack of heels returned as she stepped up behind me once more with something in her hand that vanished from sight behind my creamy-pink backside.

"So, first pleasure, then punishment. It's time for a little humiliation."

Her arm moved behind me and I felt a firm probing at my wet hole. The object was warm and wet and my mistress began to apply more force as she slid it into my arsehole which began to grip tightly around the foreign invader.

"Relax your muscles, little boy, or I'll have to resort to the whip."

I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling my anus relax as she slid the butt plug deeper into me. It was an uncomfortably familiar sensation and I immediately felt like I needed to go the toilet but there was no escape from that bench, fastened as I was by wrists and deference to her power.

The plug slid deeper and deeper and some area of my inside never before stimulated spread a sordid sensation throughout my body to tingle on the ends of my extremities and enhance my erogenous zones. I moaned a deep and primal shame as I allowed, and mentally begged, her to continue to violate me.

The plug continued into my backside and I felt the edge of her palm gripped around its hilt press up against the inside of my cheeks. She leant forward and draped her warm body, wet with sweat, over my back, one hand still forcing the plug into me.

"Yes," her sadistic purr flowed down over my ear, "Mr big shot businessman, all control and power. Well now you're in my domain you dirty little cunt. You're all mine. How do you like it?"

My only response was a moan of incredulous pleasure and she laughed as I felt the probe begin to slide back and forth, back and forth.

"Yeah," she breathed in my ear, "Mr Armani suit. How does it feel to get fucked up the arse?"

She giggled again, increasing the speed of fucking my arsehole with the plug. She took a breath and spat in my face. The saliva forced me to shut my eyes in defence as it landed warm on my eyelids. Then I felt her force the plug deep into me, her index finger pushing the rubber hilt to its full penetration where it remained, its tip probing that area deep inside the sensation of which was taking all rational thought from my mind.

She stepped forward and her fingers came round to unbuckle the gag strap behind my head. She stroked my feverish cheek and my teeth released the rubber ball. I took deep breaths of air sweetly scented with sweat and the sharp tang of the pussy juice I could see was beginning to seep from the edges of the latex thong before my face.

She knelt down and her beautiful lips came forward to brush against mine. One kiss, two... and then her tongue licked my lips like she was a snake scenting her prey. I could only breathe.

She unclipped my wrist restraints and took hold once more of the leash at my neck. With her guidance I stood, the plug still deep inside my arse, and obeyed without thought when she placed a hand upon my shoulder and gently pushed me onto all fours at her feet. Meekly, my mind swimming in a hazy sea of ecstasy, I allowed her to lead me like a dog over to the chair I had spotted in the corner earlier, the chair with the clear plastic funnel built into its seat.

"Lay down," the echoes of her voice came to me out of the fog of pleasure induced by the invasion of my behind, and I obeyed, placing my head onto the black leather cushion beneath the funnel of the chair.




Submission Ch. 01



"Good boy," she told me and let drop the leash so that her hands could slip into the waist band of her underwear.

I watched as she slid the latex thong down her legs and over her high heels and I remember being dimly impressed by the fact that she had clearly put her stockings and suspenders on before her panties in order to afford her this opportunity without having to remove any other item of her seductive wardrobe.

She stepped up to me and placed a foot either side of my head. I gazed up into the pink shaven bud of her vagina and watched her pussy lips part as she sat down above me. I was now looking directly into her pussy through the clear plastic of the seat funnel and so desperately wanted to taste her, to run my tongue into her and drink in her exquisite flavour.

"You are my slave now," her voice came from above. "You are my own, to command, to abuse, to do with as I see fit and as the moment calls for. Right now I need to pee. You are therefore my toilet. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," I replied, with words slurred by passion.

"Good. Now open your mouth."

I did so, wide open... and waited. 

Her hands slid over her rubber-clad knees and up to her breasts. She began to fondle herself as I regarded her pussy lips quivering, readying for a deluge I had waited my whole adult life to experience. She moaned and I watched her slide a finger down into her pussy, teasing a hidden bud.

"Are you ready, you dirty little boy? Are you ready for my piss?"

I moaned an affirmative, not willing to close my mouth to form the words.

And then it happened. Her pussy tightened and a stream of warm, clear piss jetted directly into my waiting mouth. The jet of piss made a hissing sound as it exited her divine pussy and trickled into my eager maw where it pooled at the back of my throat and began to fill up the insides of my cheeks. She groaned above me, letting loose exhales of amusement and pleasure as she filled me with her pee. Her water tinkled into the pool forming in my mouth and began to overflow.

"Don't waste it," she commanded.

As quickly as I could manage, I closed my mouth and swallowed, gulping down her warm waters. Her stream continued to flow and it splattered onto my closed mouth, running down over my cheeks and onto the cushion beneath my head. I took a breath through my nose and opened my mouth once more to collect more of her precious fluid.

She had clearly drunk a lot of water before my arrival in anticipation of this act of sordid depravity. Being fresh, her pee was clear and unscented, with only the faint tang of salt detectable as it ran over my tongue and down my throat.

A drip caressed my gag reflex and I choked, spluttering hot piss in an effort to breathe. The water shot from my mouth and landed all over the underside of the funnel where it dripped back onto my face and hair. And still the stream continued.

"You disgusting little bastard," she tutted from above, "You can't even do this right. Look at all the mess you're making."

She laughed and the force of the stream intensified as she squeezed the last reserve of water from her system. My mouth was again open wide to receive and I greedily collected as much as I could before the jet finally subsided, the last few drops falling from her pussy to run down the inside of the funnel and drip onto my forehead. I swallowed the load in my mouth and was somewhat relieved to be able to breathe again.

"As you've made such a mess, I suggest you clean it up," she ordered.

I looked around for a tissue and she laughed in response.

"With your tongue, stupid."

I smiled and did as I was commanded, licking the underside of the chair to remove the droplets of her pee I had spat there. Whilst I was busying myself with this, Mistress Scarlett stood up, her pussy still dripping, and stepped forward before turning to look down at her conquest. After a moment she spoke. 

"Good boy. Now for me."

She bent forward, treating me once again to a view of her deep cleavage, and took hold of my ankles. She tugged at my legs and I eagerly slipped forward, out from under the chair until I was facing the beams of the ceiling. With one high-heeled foot either side of my naked body she stepped forward and turned so that her pussy and perfectly formed arse were above my head. Then, with balletic grace, she lowered herself onto my face. 

The heat from her pussy was intense, like a hot kettle about to whistle, and the skin of her lips was silken smooth and salty wet with her divine pee as they slid onto my mouth.

She placed a hand on the floor either side of my waist and sat back onto my face and began to rub her wet cunt on my lips. I slipped my tongue eagerly into her hole and began to lick at her insides, groaning a deep and resonant bass note which clearly increased her arousal as she began to fuck my face.

"That's it," she purred, "Clean me all up, little boy. Make sure my pussy is nice and clean. Lick it all up like a good little piss slave."

Her right hand came up to squeeze and massage her right breast as she continued to grind her pussy on my mouth. I was once more struggling to breathe but would not, could not protest, so desperate was I for her to cum on face.

"Oh yes, oh yeah, fuck," she was chanting now, some of the words exhaled whispers, others almost shouted in her ecstasy.

I could feel her pelvis against my chin as she furiously and vigorously ground her clitoris onto my mouth. I snatched breaths through my nose in the momentary fractions when her arsehole was not against my nostrils and my cock felt ready to explode as the latex clad nymph brought herself to a shattering, screaming, incendiary climax. 

She let forth a high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek and her warm pussy juices ran over my mouth. She collapsed forward onto my belly, and I took great gasping breaths like a man saved from drowning as her pussy left my face.

For a time we lay like that, her warm body slick with sweat weighing down on my chest, as she recovered her senses, the passage immeasurable because, with all the stimulation and realisation of fantasy, I had moved beyond reasoned thought and any understanding or recognition of the stark world beyond the stone walls of her domain.

Then I felt her hands around my engorged length and her lips upon the tip of my cock.

"You've done very well, little boy," she whispered between kisses of my shaft. "I think you deserve a treat as a reward for pleasuring me so well. Would you like that?"

"Yes mistress," I croaked, beyond desperate for my own climax.

"Good," she answered and began to suck my cock, her tongue sliding over the end as she thrust it back and forth into her mouth. My hands came up and rested on the sides of her torso but she did not protest this time and I greedily explored her smooth curves with my fingers as she built up a steady rhythm.

Her mouth was warm, even warmer than my cock, and the wet inside of her throat brought a deep primal comfort to my abused body. I ran my fingers over her sides and onto her back before sliding their tips down her spine and over her arse cheeks. I probed at the wetness of her arse hole with my index fingers and brought my mouth up to lick at it. She moaned appreciatively and the slurping wet sounds of her sucking only increased my arousal as I slid the tip of my tongue into her hole. I felt her lean back a little, encouraging my probing and I closed my eyes as I pushed my face deeper into her backside.

Then my cock was released from her mouth and her hand began to furiously work the shaft.

"You're such a dirty little slut," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You can't keep your filthy hands off me. I think it's about time I tasted your naughty little boy spunk."

She shuffled forward and spun around to face me from beneath my knees.

"Stand up and put your hands behind your back," she ordered and I hastily obeyed, my cock jiggling proudly in front of her face as she leant forward on her knees to return it to her hungry mouth.

She worked furiously at my shaft, alternating between sucking it and pumping it in her hand, all the time looking up at me with angry lust. She spat thick globs of saliva onto my cock and balls until they dripped with tainted depravity.

"You little cunt, I want your fucking cum all over my chest, you hear me? I want you to shoot your load all over my tits, you little whore!" She yelled at me and the latex gloves slid and slipped on my length as she worked the semen from my cock. Her left hand came round to grasp the butt plug which was working its way out of my arse and forced it back inside, pushing its tip deep into me. My groans grew in volume and depth as I felt myself approaching critical mass.

Her lips wrapped once more around me and, with a final few sucks, I felt the tidal wave of pleasure grow from my balls and spread to the tips of my fingers. The tip of the butt plug within me intensified my orgasm to heights I had never known and I yelled a deep animal roar as my load shot forth to the back of my mistress's throat with an intense pressure.

She withdrew my length and returned to pumping it in her fist, shooting the thick streams of cum all over her cleavage as she swallowed the load in her mouth. My moan continued in a long exhalation of animal satisfaction and I intertwined my fingers behind me whilst this shining devil worked every last drop of spunk from my shaft. I could hear her triumphantly giggling as I shot load after load onto her chest until finally, completely spent, I at last finished my orgasm.

She slipped my cock, dripping with cum, into the wet maw of her mouth and I winced at the exquisite sensitivity of it as her tongue licked at the last few drops.

Then, finished with my cock, she withdrew it from her mouth and slid the butt plug from my behind in one fluid motion. I moaned and suddenly felt weak at the knees. I fell forward to the cold tiles and panted, unable to speak.

She let me breathe for a time, recovering my sanity, before placing her hands either side of my face and directing my gaze into her own. Her heaving breasts, covered in my seed, floated before my face and some of my cum ran from her chin.

"Now you've made me all dirty again," she said, sweetly. "I need a shower to clean up all this mess."

I smiled but could only respond with a broken Mmmm.

"I don't have a shower down here, so you will have to fulfil this duty also."

I frowned as she placed her hands under my elbows and guided me up to my feet once more. She grinned as she got down on her knees before me and took my cock in her hand.

"Now, give me a shower, slave."

My heart began to race once again as I realised what she wanted and focused on my bladder which, I found, was surprisingly full.

"Come on, be a good boy and clean your mistress."

Her fingers slid over my cock and tickled my balls and I closed my eyes to will away my shame and encourage what she was ordering of me.

Then, with a rush of relief, it happened and I opened my eyes. My piss trickled and then began to spray from the red end of my cock and she held it like a shower head, directing my stream over her tits. My water splashed over her chest and ran over her smooth skin, making it shine dully in the electric strip lighting of her dungeon.

She was laughing with pleasure as she directed my stream back and forth over her tits, using my piss to clean her of my cum. At one point, she leant forward and tasted my pee, shooting it into her mouth where she gargled and then spat it over herself. It dripped from her breasts and ran over her thighs to drip into the gradually enlarging pool beneath her knees.

Then it was over, and the last few shots of pee fell onto her. She dropped my cock and stood before me.

"Now I need to be dried. You must lick me dry."

Completely obeisant now, I immediately knelt in the puddle of piss and began to lick her wet high heels. I worked my tongue up her legs and over her exposed belly, feeling her hands come to rest on my head. I ran my tongue over her latex chest and up to her breasts, wet with my piss and with the last few drops of my cum. She pulled my head into her slippery cleavage and I eagerly lapped at her like the pet I had become. Over her collar bone I worked my tongue and finally ended before her face.

Her arms rested around and over my shoulders, her fingers caressing the back of my head. A little pull from her and our lips entwined in a deep kiss, tongues dancing for a moment and then withdrawing. Our lips parted and she withdrew from my embrace.

"That's all for now, little boy. Time to go back to the real world." Her voice was sweet and caring and gone was the steel of the mistress of my desires. Her hand clasped mine gently and she led me back towards the stairs to ascend to the living room where I had left my clothes all those eons ago.

She left me to dress alone in the stark minimalism of her living room and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction mixed with loss as I knew the night was over and I must return to a reality that would be forever changed.

No sooner had I shrugged on my jacket when she returned, her heels clacking and echoing through the silence of her house. Her hand found mine and she led me to the front door without a word.

The wind outside was cold and bitter as the front door swung open to reveal the blustery winter beyond. I stepped over the threshold and turned to face her. Her fingers slid from my own and came to rest on my cheek.

"Until the next time," she said and the door clicked shut as she withdrew.

I walked up the path and back towards my car. The threatened rain began to fall.



Submission Ch. 02



This is a story in progress. The end hasn't been determined and only two chapters are complete so far. After reading the second chapter, let me know which way you want this to go and I'll incorporate some of your suggestions. 

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She'd heard about the club through one of her online suitors. He told her that on Friday nights, single men were admitted but Saturdays were mostly couples. She made a mental note to check the place out on a Friday. She wanted the largest audience possible. It was one of those places where partial nudity is allowed, sex is in the air and you have to sign a release at the door. Both voyeurs and couples looking to spice up their lives descended on the club, mixing amicably with the swingers on the prowl. Single women were the minority and could expect a lot of attention. 

The exhilaration of the cab ride was foremost in Susan's mind and she was replaying the experience, burning it into her memory. She knew she would recall it at a later masturbating session. As she made her way to the entrance, her knees were shaking. With each step, her pussy lips were sliding back and forth, well-lubricated by her brazen display as well as the soft touch of the cab driver. Had the ride lasted any longer, she might have jumped him. She felt herself on the verge of an orgasm but release would have to wait. Already one fantasy completed and who knows how many more to go. Her confidence was brimming and she felt sexy and desirable. With that, she opened the door and went to pay the cover charge, drop her coat at the coat check, and sign the release. 

She entered the softly lit lounge and paused to let her eyes adjust and to assess the place. Off to the left was the bar, surrounded by small high tables and bar stools and to the right were booths. In front of her, Susan saw a small dance floor and more seating behind it. The DJ was in a glass booth at the back of the room. The music was loud but not so much that you had to yell to the person beside you. It was sexy blues music and the dozen couples on the floor were gyrating with abandon. As Susan continued to watch the dancing, she noticed a few of the women were in some state of undress. There was plenty of flesh on display and some breasts were visible. Leaning on the drink railing that surrounded the dance floor were a few couples but even more single men. Susan's heart fluttered at the opportunities. All these voyeurs in one place was an exhibitionist's dream. 

First off, she needed to get a drink. Tonight called for a martini, dry and ice cold. It was a confident drink. One that required the consumer to truly appreciate the subtle flavour of the alcohol rather than the mixers so often used to dilute it. She turned left and approached the bar, taking long strides to strut her shapely legs and to slide her pussy lips back and forth some more. The feeling of nothing under her skirt was magical. As the air caressed her inner thighs, she felt another wave of pleasure build upon the ones that preceded it. Feeling sexy was a new and marvelous experience for Susan. She felt more alive than she had in years and it showed on her face. She radiated happiness and sensuality and raw sexuality. 

Susan made her way between two men standing at the bar and waited to get the bartender's attention. She felt them looking down the V of her blouse and wondered if they could see her nipples. Turning her gaze to the same place as the men, she realized that the light from the back of the bar was shining on her blouse in such a way that her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Her buttons were undone to the strip of fabric joining the two sides of her shelf bra so her cleavage was on full display. Susan pulled her shoulders back and stood proudly for her admirers while the bartender took her order. 

The fellow on her left introduced himself as Stan and the guy on the right was George. Stan was a tall man, maybe 6'2" with a slender build, a hook nose and a receding hairline. He was dressed as if he had come straight from the office and was around 50 years old. George was 35 years old, and shorter and stockier than Stan at 5'9". His thick fingers and calloused hands suggested he had a physical job. Stan asked if he could undo a couple more buttons and pull her blouse further apart. Susan thought about it for just a moment before giving him the go ahead. The bartender brought her martini and stood there with Stan and George while her breasts were slowly exposed. Stan and George each pulled one side of her blouse open and all three men stared at her tits. They stood there, nobody saying or doing anything, for a full minute until finally Susan broke the spell. She paid for her drink, pulled her blouse closed and walked away after flashing them all a big smile. She was shocked by her own behavior but also thrilled that she actually had the courage to do that. Three men were looking at her hardened nipples at the same time and she reeled from the rush it gave her. 

After doing up her buttons, she made her way back towards the dance floor and put her drink on the railing while she swayed to the music and watched the sensual moves of the couples on the floor. She felt a pair of hands come from behind and slowly encircle her waist. Lips brushed against the nape of her neck. The touch was soft and sensual. Susan's back arched slightly as she leaned her head back to rest on his chest. The stranger whispered in her ear that he wanted to touch her breasts. His voice was deep and confident, almost demanding. Susan took his hands in hers and moved them upwards, placing them over her hard nipples, easily felt through the thin material. Oh my God, she thought to herself, I'm letting a completely unseen stranger touch me intimately. She never thought she'd go this far but it felt dangerously good. 

Her eyes closed and she simply enjoyed the moment. He ran his fingertips over her nipples lightly and then cupped her breasts in his hands. She could feel him press his growing erection into the small of her back while he ran kisses down her neck. His fingers took hold of her nipples and he rolled them around, sending electric shocks straight to her pussy. Pinching, stroking, pulling, twisting, holding, and rolling her buds, the stranger was making her wetter and wetter. The expert attention he was lavishing on her nipples was sending her closer to the edge of orgasm and he maintained the momentum for what seemed like hours. She gripped the railing tighter, unsure of her stability in such a heightened state of arousal. Then the stranger whispered in her ear, "cum for me". Susan needed no further encouragement as a tingle spread outward from her core to her toes and fingertips. Her body shuddered and she let out a groan. The stranger felt her knees give out so he wrapped one strong arm tightly around her waist while she rode the wave.

When Susan opened her eyes again, she saw that Stan and George were on either side of her, their expressions giving away that they had witnessed the whole scene. They smiled and thanked her for the show. The stranger slipped his arm from around her waist, kissed her neck and cheek and whispered, "there will be more", then moved back into the crowd. More, Susan repeated to herself. More orgasms? More men? More what? She wondered who the stranger was. Never before had she gone over the edge simply by having her nipples played with. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to make her putty in his arms. But then she admitted to herself that she hadn't really been much of a sexually-aware partner in her limited sexual experiences. She wasn't used to going over the edge under any circumstances. 

Growing up in a very conservative family, Susan hadn't dated through high school. She dated a little through university and lost her virginity at 21 after a drunken frat party. It was a forgettable experience. As she got further ahead in her career, she had the occasional boyfriend but they were all as sexually repressed as she was. Susan seemed to attract dull, unassuming men in her life. Their couplings were in the dark, under the sheets, without communicating any of their desires. Although she liked giving her partners a blow job, she never allowed them to come in her mouth or on her body. Only one boyfriend tried going down on her but he gave up after five minutes and never tried again. She didn't know what she was missing. Until her recent sexual awakening, that hadn't bothered her much. 

Susan had been at the club for maybe thirty minutes and already she'd experienced more than she thought she would all evening. Her pussy was throbbing and she desperately wanted to touch herself but resisted the urge. She could feel her juices starting to work their way down her inner thighs and clamped her legs to stop the progression. Doing so simply reinforced the screaming arousal between her legs. Taking a long sip of her martini, she willed herself to calm down. When Stan suggested they dance, she thought that would help get her mind off her raging clit so she followed him onto the dance floor. 

It was slow, sensual song by Etta James and Susan succumbed to the mood it created. Stan wrapped his arms around her and began running his hands up and down her back, making a point of moving lower and lower with each pass while Susan grooved with the rhythm. As Stan's hands found the tops of her ample buttocks, he pulled her closer so she could feel the growing effect she was having on him. 

Once Susan felt his hand wander even lower and start to move under her skirt, she got a little self-conscious. It wasn't that she minded him feeling her bare ass. It was just that of all the body parts she had, her ass was her most troublesome and she was afraid he would bare it to all the men watching from the sidelines. Rather than break the mood they had created, Susan opted to slowly turn around so her back was rubbing against Stan's semi-hard cock and she ran her hands along his thighs. 

Not wanting to waste the opportunity this presented, Stan began to run his hands over the front of Susan's body. He slowly moved his hands over her belly, cupped her breasts, rubbed her nipples through her blouse, and stroked her shoulders. His pace was unhurried and deliberate. As he made his way back down, Stan undid a button on her blouse. With each pass up her body, he tweaked her nipples so they remained hard. With each trip back down, he undid another button. By the time the song was over, Susan's blouse was fully undone and Stan had pulled the sides apart so the voyeurs could see her breasts and swollen nipples.

When the next song started, Susan found herself surrounded by George and two other men as Stan continued to hold her from behind. George introduced the men as Steve and Joseph. Joseph was in his forties and had jet-black hair that hung in curls to his ears. He was a well-built 5'10" with an olive complexion, a strong jaw, white teeth, and manicured fingernails. Susan found him extremely attractive. Dressed in tailored slacks and a turtleneck, he oozed confidence. Steve was a 30-ish, clean-cut, and short, round man with apple cheeks and a sparkle in his eyes. He appeared disheveled in his ill-fitting shirt and jeans. Steven put his hand forward to shake hers and then brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss before telling her that he found her breasts to be most desirable. Susan liked him immediately, although she wasn't physically attracted to him (that didn't seem to matter tonight). 

Joseph, on the other hand, looked at her with his intense dark eyes and seemed to read her mind. She felt naked in his gaze and looked away in embarrassment. He had a mystery about him; a certain way of carrying himself that suggested there was far more to him that meets the eye. Then he said hello to her and she recognized his voice. He was the man who led her to a climax not ten minutes ago. She dared look up to meet his eyes again and sensed an energy boiling below the surface that she wanted to release. There was an unspoken exchange between them suggesting a promise of something more than tonight's adventure.

Her level of excitement was at an all-time high and she was ready for whatever came next. Sensing her inhibitions were relaxed, Stan moved his hands under her skirt and rubbed her inner thighs. It didn't take him long to realize he was sliding his fingers over her leaking pussy juices. Moments later, he also realized Susan wasn't wearing panties.

While Stan stroked her thighs and touched her outer pussy lips, Susan felt other hands descend on her blouse, quickly unbuttoning it to expose and fondle her tits. She couldn't believe she was being groped in public by strange men and loving every minute of it. Determined to ignore her inner prude, Susan lifted her skirt and stood with her legs apart slightly so the tight group of men could watch Stan's hands spread her pussy lips apart. Her pink, wet snatch was opened up wide. They could see her clit protruding out from the top of her slit, hard and inviting. Joseph slipped a couple of fingers into her soaking wet pussy while Stand found her sensitive clit and lightly circled it. With various hands on her breasts and belly and a couple of other hands working between her legs, Susan was in heaven. 

Her pussy walls contracted as Joseph's fingers rubbed past her G-spot with each thrust in and out. Again, she realized he seemed to know exactly how to touch her to maximize her pleasure. She locked eyes with him and moved her hips to match his pace. Her clit was so engorged; it was about to burst under Stan's attention while George and Steve kept her nipples hard as pebbles. Another orgasm was imminent and Susan was oblivious to anything other than the sensations so many hands produced. Staring directly into Joseph's eyes, she could feel a massive wave overcome her. From deep within, she let out a guttural, almost animalistic groan. Her whole body shook and her pussy went into spasms. Joseph's fingers were held deep inside her by the tight gripping of her vaginal walls and Susan felt a heat spread upwards from her Venus. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her chest and forehead as she arched her back and her face contorted in pleasure. The men encircling her could smell the female muskiness from her leaking honeypot. Susan held on to their shoulders as she bucked her hips and felt her knees grow weak. When her climax receded, Susan slumped in someone's arms and tried to catch her breath. They all stood protectively around her while she regained her composure. 

After a minute to regain her senses, Susan looked up and again made eye contact with Joseph. He still had his fingers inside her pussy. While staring deep into her eyes, he slowly removed his fingers, brought them up to his mouth and licked her sweet juices off. With a small smile on his lips, he turned and walked away without a word. 

TO BE CONTINUED...



Submission Ch. 02



Alanna stared around the large house that the car stopped at. Despite herself she'd enjoyed the ride to it, being able to see a new place, new things. Back home she'd never seen anything other than her parent's farm and then her Uncle's. She knew that she was in what was called a city, there were too many people and buildings for it to be anything else, and she'd been thrilled with all the new sights and sounds. 

Maybe this won't be so bad, she hoped. When her parents had died and she'd had to move to her Uncle's that had been scary but not bad. Alanna was a very pragmatic person but she also had something of a hopeful optimist in her. Already she was done grieving her old life, had accepted that she may never know what had happened to her remaining family, and decided to move on and make the best of things... but she truly hoped that the best of things might not be so bad. It helped that Curtis hadn't bought her. Although she hadn't truly feared him there in that room, she knew that he would have been quite frightening if she had been truly alone. David didn't scare her exactly, although he made her stomach feel all quivery.

When he'd put his hands on her... that had startled her into stepping away, before Madame Cleo had spanked her and she'd remembered that she's a slave now. She knew what was coming. In a dispassionate sort of way she wondered what sex was like. Although she knew that the Demagons did it for pleasure, she'd always been told that the pleasure was for the men, but there had been women in that hall too, making purchases. 

"This is your new home," the large man told her, as he helped her out of the car, the end of her leash in one of his hands. "You will call me Master and I am going to train you in all the things that I like." A small smile played on his face. "I believe that you will like them too. Do you understand?"

Alanna nodded.

"When I ask you a question respond verbally. Do you understand?"

"Yes." His eyes looked at her, he was obviously waiting for something. Oh. It clicked inside her head. "Yes Master."

"Good girl," he said, looking pleased. Even though she shouldn't, she liked that he looked please. Maybe he wouldn't beat her too badly. The thought of escape flitted through her head, but where would she go? Much better to stay here and please her Master. And, she had to admit, she was curious about sex and why it was such a big deal.

"What is your name?"

"Alanna, Master."

"Well come along Alanna, I'm going to show you the house."

David decided that there was no point in pretending she was something she wasn't, so when he gave her the grand tour of the house, he showed her the room that she'd be sharing with him. There were guest rooms of course, but he wanted her in his bed. He also showed her the closet that she would hang her clothes in once they got her some. Raking his eyes over the robes that she was wearing, he decided that they would spend that afternoon shopping.

But first things first. He wanted to see the body that the pictures had shown and to introduce her to the new parts of her life.

Standing in the bedroom it seemed like a good place to start. Eventually they would do whatever he wanted in whatever part of the house he wanted, but for now it was best to start off where none of the servants would walk by. Not that they would care, but he didn't want to make this too hard on her. Not yet.

"Take off your robe," he ordered her. Alanna froze. It was such an abrupt order, and no man had ever seen any part of her body since she was a young child, running naked in the rain in the summer. But there he stood, waiting for her to comply.

Hands shaking, she reached up and unbuttoned the buttons at her collar, the four of them that kept the top of her robe tight around her neck, and then she pulled her head through it so that the robe was like a tent over for her. For just a moment she hesitated. And then she let it slide off of her head. All of her undergarments had been taken away and not returned when they'd done the pictures of her, so she was completely naked. Her hands fluttered up, trying to cover herself and unsure of what were the most important parts to cover.

"Keep your hands at your side." It didn't escape David's notice that her hands fisted when she complied. He smiled. Still somewhat rebellious. Carefully, slowly, he walked around her in a tight circle, only about a foot away. His nearness obviously effected her as her breathing increased pace with anxiety as he inspected her closely. Out from under the hot confines of the robe her nipples were hardening. They were a delightful pink color and he wanted to reach out and touch them again, in fact he wanted to take her and throw her on his bed and have her then and there, but that wasn't the way to do things.

Up close she was just so lovely, her creamy skin, the slight dimple at the top of her right ass cheek, those lovely plump breasts with their rosy pink tips and that soft stomach that he wanted to rest his head on. Just lovely. She was ungroomed between her legs, something he decided they would also take care of this afternoon. He preferred a completely bare mons, it would enhance all the of the sensations he wanted to give her. Speaking of hair, he eyed the bun at the back of her head.

"Take down your hair."

Eyes never leaving the floor, Alanna reached up and let down the long tresses of her hair, the curls flowed down to the small of her back. It was almost a relief to have her hair down, covering some part of her body, even though she knew that back home a woman with her hair down was a woman of disrepute. On the other hand, isn't that what she was now? Or at least what she was going to be? 

Having a man so near to her naked body was doing all sorts of funny things to her insides. Her nipples were tingling, her mouth was dry, her stomach was filled with flapping butterflies, and that tight itchy sensation between her legs was back. 

Then she shivered as she felt his hands running through her hair, the sensation of his hands on her scalp and then sliding through her curls made her entire body tense and her stomach tighten. That hot feeling between her legs flared and she squirmed a little, uncomfortable, rubbing her thighs together, but it didn't bring any relief. 

David was amused to her squirming already, from something as simple as having her hair finger-combed. It was absolutely beautiful hair and he just hadn't been able to keep his hands off of it. The imagined visual of her on his bed, tied down, her beautiful hair spread above her head, near took his breath away. 

"Beautiful," he murmured. Alanna felt herself blushing at the compliment. Her? Really? No one had ever called her that before, not even her father. She'd been on of his favorite daughters, and he had many, but not even he had called her beautiful. 

Stepping around in front of her, David kept stroking her hair, arranging it in long falls around her face, enjoying the way it covered her body while letting all sorts of things peak out. Seeing those pert pink nipples framed by her long curls made his balls tighten. He was starting to feel like he'd have a permanent erection around her. 

He reached down and palmed her breast, like he had at the Buying Hall, and, just like at the Buying Hall, Alanna immediately gasped and stepped back. Immediately he growled, reaching out he pinched her nipple hard and used it to pull her back to him. Tears sparked in Alanna's eyes, even as the pain rippled through her in the most unsettling way, the hot spot between her legs leaping into her stomach and making her feel even more squirmy. His tight grip on her nipple lessened, but he didn't release it.

"You're mine now," he told her. "If I want to touch you then I will. If you step away or try to stop me then you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," said Alanna softly, her nipple throbbing. Finally he released it and then he put his hand back on her breast, rubbing it gently, soothing the pain away from the pinch. Then he put his hand on her other breast, cupping both of them from the bottom and squeezing. When his fingers brushed over her nipples, she gasped and her hips jerked, an automatic and instinctual reaction. Immediately she looked up, afraid that he would punish her again, but he looked pleased. 

"Very responsive," he said, sounding happy. Alanna peeked at him through her lashes. The intensity of his gaze on her naked body was both intriguing and frightening. "Have you ever been kissed Alanna?"

She started to shake her head and then remembered his instructions about answering verbally. "I've never been kissed Master. I saw my father kissing his wives."

"His wives," David sounded disgusted. He didn't think having multiple women was a bad thing, but calling them wives seemed just plain silly, and the hypocrisy of the Repibans to insist that the Demagons were perverted for having sex for pleasure, when the Repibans surrounded themselves with multiple women so that they could indulge in sex for procreation as often as possible, had always disgusted him.

"Yes Master."

The answering of his not-quite-a-question, in that soft voice just turned him on all the more. Well no old man was going to be taking his fill of Alanna, in between bouts with other women. She was his, all his. 

"I'm going to kiss you now Alanna."

Cupping her face with his hand, her eyes both terrified and excited, he smiled as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. 

It wasn't like any kiss Alanna had ever seen. Instead of pulling away after a quick press of lip to lip, David held her in position, and then his tongue was teasing at her lips. She parted them automatically, and then gasped as his tongue actually pressed into her mouth. One of his arms snaked around her naked body and pulled her against him, her palms fell against the front of his chest as she automatically put up her hands. His entire body was hard and hot against her, and something was digging into her belly. 

The kiss deepened, his tongue questing into her mouth, and she tried to imitate his movements with her own tongue, which he sucked into his mouth, shocking her. She was so involved in the kiss that she didn't even realize she's started humping her body against him. Smiling to himself, David moved one of his legs forward and between her legs, enjoying the feel of her rubbing her soft body against it.

Heat was building between her thighs as she rubbed against him, her fingers scrabbling for purchase of the broad panes of his chest, her mouth feeling swollen and hungry. In fact, her entire body felt hungry, but she didn't know what for.

Then he pulled away, leaving her wanting and needy. She quivered all over, her muscles feeling loose and weak. He held her upright for a moment, his leg still between hers, so that she could gather herself. The passion that he'd awakened in her was a pleasant surprise, but he really needed to take her shopping or he'd spend the entire afternoon waking her to other pleasures.



Submission Ch. 02



A brief interlude where our protagonist realises just how much impact his experiences in the previous chapter have had on his ability to be satisfied.

NB: Contains watersports.

I drove home with my mind so fogged by shock that I found myself frowning and squinting to concentrate on the road beyond the rain spattered windscreen. I felt cold and clammy as the sweat dried beneath my clothes and my backside smarted from contact with the leather seat after the punishment I had received earlier that evening. I felt invaded and violated... and I liked it.

I pulled into my driveway with a roar of acceleration and cut the engine. Stepping into the wooden floored reception area of my house, I removed my clothes, not bothering to wait until I reached the bathroom. By my door hangs a long floor-length mirror and, as I slipped my shorts over my thighs, I turned to regard my naked form in its surface.

I was pink with flushed blood to my cheeks and there still hung the sheen of sweat which had yet to dry on my chest and lower back. As I turned, keeping my eyes fixed on the mirror, I noticed the slowly fading redness of my arse cheeks where I had been spanked and felt arousal returning, my cock firming in memory of my dream-like experience.

I liked being naked in that moment, discarding the trappings of my so-called civilised life to return to a primal and vulnerable state, naked as a babe, my cock standing proud and true, sticking out in front me as a signal of my intentions. 

I ran my hand over my chest and down my body. I am not a muscled hunk, obsessed with the masochistic and vain world of 'feeling the burn'. Nevertheless, I do not have a pot-belly to reveal a life of indulgence and I like to think my body is an acceptable specimen in a land of plenty and gastronomic temptation. My hand slipped down over my abdomen and into my crotch, my fingers running over my trimmed pubic hair and around my firm penis.

Understand that this was no exercise is vanity; I do not love myself. Who could when one is thirty-five and terribly alone? Rather, I suppose it was some pathetic, unconscious effort to remind my body of that experience with Mistress Scarlett which, although only a short time before, was becoming more hazy and ethereal by the second. I could feel the reality of that sordid experience slipping from my conscious memory as my mind sought to rationalise such an unearthly encounter with the cold, raining world I had re-entered after leaving her dungeon. 

My finger tips caressed and then massaged my balls, trying to recapture the roughness with which I had been handled. But it was all ultimately pointless. A desperate groping hand on one's own member is a poor substitute for the goddess of my desire.

I sighed and left myself alone. I walked over the stairs and ascended to the first floor, headed for the bathroom.

My shower was long and hot, the steam fogging the room by the time I was finished holding my head beneath the large shower head and sitting under its warmth, deep in silent contemplation with my consciousness slowly returning to reality.

Afterwards, I shrugged on a white robe and fixed myself a whisky from the cabinet in my study. The three ice cubes tinkled against the crystal of the tumbler in my hand as I reclined in the cool red leather of my reading chair. A video screen on a side wall showing a fire cast flickering yellow light across my features and the multitude of book shelves behind me as in-built heaters brought instant warmth to my private hell.

I took a deep sip of the fiery drink and held my breath as it warmed my insides. Exhaling loudly, I used a remote to switch the television on. From the digital menu I selected a favourite film from my trove of captured passion.

The screen darkened before the film began; it had been paused before in the midst of an intensely hardcore scene. It had been one of my favourites because, unlike most filmed pornography, the participants did not seem like they were acting. There were no laborious preambles, no contrived narratives poorly realised as a result of small budgets and poor acting, just sordid costumes that hinted as to the depravity of their individual perversions and sexual collision from the off. 

For that was what it was: collision, not mere contact. Their physical forms contorted and collided in a way which fused them on an animalistic level as they indulged in their primal fantasies for the benefit of perverts like myself.

It was all in German and, despite the library behind me, I have no education in this respect to decode their infrequent words. But none was really needed. The moans of the women and the grunts of the men spoke a universal language of lust for which I need no dictionary.

A girl with black hair tied in pigtails knelt upon a black studio floor. Her large breasts hung free from beneath a pink t-shirt pulled up to her shoulders. Her white skater skirt was hitched up around her waist to reveal her pink shaven pussy which was being roughly fondled and invaded by the fingers of a masked man. In her mouth was thrust the cock of another man who grunted like a beast as he pushed the tip of his member to the very back of her throat, her tongue licking his balls ravenously as he did so. From time to time the face-fucker withdrew his cock and spat in the mouth of his victim who gaped her lips wide to receive.

My cock grew hard once more at this sight and slipped out from the folds of the thick cotton robe expectantly. I obliged it, placing the whisky down on a side table to free up my right hand in order to stroke its length.

The groping man had now moved on to squatting behind the girl, placing his hands either side of her waist and pulling her spread arse towards his crotch. He easily slid his enormous cock up the girl's arse and she screamed around the dick in her mouth as he began to furiously fuck her from behind. The force of his exertions pushed her head forward and back on the cock before her and he took hold of her long pigtails to maintain control. She began to choke and splutter as the cock rammed in and out of her throat, long strings of saliva running from her chin.

I clasped my length and began to masturbate as I watched the squalid scene unfold before my eyes. I felt the tingle of pleasure emanate from my balls and spread but there was something different this time, something artificial.

The face-fucker at last withdrew his cock from the girl's throat and held it before her eager mouth as the masked giant continued to pound her from behind, grunting like a bear. She licked her wet lips and giggled as the man before her began to piss in her mouth. It pooled in her mouth and overflowed to run down her chin and onto the floor below. 

The pissing man redirected his spray onto her face and hair, drenching her in his water so that her pretty face shone with his abuse. She laughed and returned to sucking his cock whilst he still relieved himself inside her mouth.

The feeling was going from my erection. I frowned as I felt it becoming increasingly flaccid in my palm.

The butt-fucking giant finally withdrew his cock and, with a long yell, sprayed his cum all over the back of the pigtailed girl who began to frig herself, her fingers wet with pee.

I gave up. I sighed and flicked the television back to the home menu. What was up with me? The film had never failed to maintain my arousal before. Was I just completely spent for once? Surely, that wasn't possible; it had never happened before.

I took a long sip of whiskey and covered my exposed crotch, now pathetic and shamefully useless. Taking the remote in my other hand I brought up the internet browser on the screen. Clicking on the favourites I brought up the homepage of Mistress Scarlett I had seen so often those last few weeks.

The loading bar filled and there she was: a professionally shot photograph of my abuser clad in a latex catsuit, her breasts visibly firm and round through the keyhole cut into her top. Light shone from every oily curve and the red and black whip in her hand promised expert humiliation.

I don't know how long I gazed into her blue eyes, so full of power and promise, but I realised that she had changed me irrevocably. No longer would any of these distractions satisfy me, even temporarily. I knew then that the only thing I could live for, the only thing that would release me, would be her hands and her mouth and her pussy.

I downed the last of my whisky and clicked onto the appointments page.



Submission Ch. 03



Alanna was thrilled to be back out and around the city again, although David warned her that once they were done with this trip he probably wouldn't take her out again for awhile. There was training to be done. But Alanna didn't mind, the house had been fascinating too. And Master himself was becoming more and more fascinating. She shivered a little, remembering the way his body has pressed against hers, the hot sensation between her legs that had grown and grown, the way his lips had felt on hers, his tongue in her mouth. These things were all new and different and exciting. Part of her felt guilty for not being more broken up about her former life, but she had so little there to hold her to it. She'd already lost her parents, when she'd moved to her Uncle's she'd lost her friends, and while she respected her Uncle and his wives as kin, she hadn't gotten attached to any of them.

Besides, Alanna would always rather be happy than sad. So far there was nothing about her new life to be sad about. Her Master had not been cruel or tried to beat her so far, even when she'd accidentally pushed the button that opened the car door while he was driving. Instead he'd just cursed his own stupidity and pushed another button that made it impossible for her to open the doors on either side of her seat. The cars here were much more interesting than the ones back home, they had a lot more buttons and things to look at. The scenery had more to look at too. Alanna felt like she was half her age, ten years old again and learning all sorts of new things about the world at hand. 

Now Master was leading her through some kind of large building that had many different rooms, all of them filled with clothes, shoes, toys, whatever you wanted. He took her into a small shop where a blonde woman in a long skirt and a loose blouse took her into a private room, had her take off her robe and then measured her all over. Then the woman left the room, bundling up the robe with her, leaving Alanna standing naked and alone. For a moment she shifted back and forth uncomfortably, wondering if she was supposed to stay there or come out. She jumped when the woman came back in.

"Here," said the woman. "Put these on, they will have to do for now." She handed the pile of clothes in her arms to Alanna and then stepped back, watching. Alanna blushed to have the lady staring at her nakedness. Even though it was alright for women to see each other naked, they weren't supposed to stare at each other's body parts. It's immodest. 

Trying to ignore the observer, Alanna put the pile of clothes down next to her and picked up the first item. It was made of two straps and a small triangle of cloth. Confused, Alanna looked at the woman, who suddenly laughed. "Silly me, of course you don't know."

She showed Alanna how to hold the strange thing and then step into it, one leg at a time. One of the straps wedged between her buttocks uncomfortably and she wiggled. Then the woman helped her put on a strange article that cupped and held her breasts. It felt constrictive around her body, but at the same time kind of nice because her large breasts didn't feel like such a weight on her chest anymore. Then the woman helped her pull the robe over her head. Alanna looked at her confused. 

"Where is the rest?" she asked.

"That's it," the woman said cheerfully. "And you do look lovely. That's a wonderful color on you." She turned Alanna to look in the mirror. Alanna's face flamed red. There was a white collar around her throat and the white, soft cuffs on her wrists that Master had put on, although he had taken off the chain between them so that she could put on clothes. Those were no surprise, but the rest of her! The robe the woman had provided only came down to her knees, and although it had sleeves they were short, just barely covering her shoulders, and the front of it... scandalous! The tops of her breasts were visible! Worst of all, it wasn't loose on her body, she could clearly see her womanly form, why she might as well be naked! It was a lovely color, a deep purple that looked well with Alanna's brown hair and eyes (and the lovely pink flush of her skin at the moment), but there just wasn't enough of it.

"Now come show your Master, dear," the woman said. Aghast, Alanna realized that there really wasn't any more and that the woman wanted her to walk out of the small private room into the shop where other people were! When the woman took her hand and tried to tug on it, she resisted, pulling her hand back.

"I can't," she whispered, tears sparking in her eyes with humiliation. How could she possibly walk out there so indecently clad? Where had the woman taken her old robe? For the first time, Alanna wasn't sure that she could handle this new life.

The woman pursed her lips at her and then left the room. Alanna stood wringing her hands and staring at herself in the mirror. Why had the woman put her in these indecent clothes? The woman was wearing something Alanna could have almost been comfortable in, although it still wasn't as loose as her own robe, but at least she wouldn't have looked so indecent. Small fists clenched in sudden fury, and then unclenched as her Master walked into the room, looking very displeased.

David wasn't actually truly displeased. He'd known that shopping and getting Alanna clothes that he wanted her in might be the first sticking point that they came to. The Repibans didn't want any part of their woman seen. The men must have no self control over their sexual desires, because apparently being able to see a woman's body part made them too lustful to concentrate on anything, so they forced their woman to hide their shapes in loose long folds of clothe. David had every intention of being able to enjoy Alanna's shape, clothed or unclothed. And he needed her to have some clothes for when he had company over or he took her out. 

When he stepped into the small room, he stopped to admire the picture she made. Defiance and embarassment coloring her face, the dark purple was a beautiful color on her, and the dress snugly encased her body, flaring out a little at the hips, but he enjoyed the way the fabric hugged her curves. Of course, that was probably exactly what she had a problem with. 

"Come here," he ordered her. Lowering her head she obediently trotted over, trying not to feel too much humiliation. After all, this man had already seen her bare body. Touched it, in fact. But the way his eyes lingered on her, undressing her in his mind, made her feel almost as though she'd been less vulnerable when she'd been naked before him. There was something about being only partially covered that somehow seemed naughtier than her naked form. "Hold out your hands."

Master clipped the cuffs together and put her leash back on. Then he looked down at her, imposing, commanding. "You look beautiful," he told her gently, and she looked up at him surprised. She liked hearing that. "I know this is new to you, and so I am making some allowances, but you will wear this dress," and he touched the purple robe that was called a dress, "or you will wear nothing at all when we walk out of here." Alanna gasped, but one look at his face told her that he was completely serious. 

Without even pausing, he turned and began walking, and Alanna had the choice of literally, physically digging in her heels or following. Reluctantly, she followed, keeping her eyes down cast so that she wouldn't have to see the people staring at her. To her surprise, there were no gasps of shock, no one screamed, the walls of the store didn't come tumbling down and there was no bolt of judgment from Heaven to strike her down in the midst of her shame. Alanna peeked up through her eyelids. Yes, there were other people in the room. They weren't paying any attention to her even though she was the least dressed person in the room. One of the women there was wearing pants, and Alanna blatantly stared at her, shocked that the woman was out in public in men's clothing. On her way here she'd been so focused on seeing the buildings, the rooms and what was in them, and the different architecture and bright flashy signs that she'd barely glanced at the people. Wherever you went, people were people, right? Apparently not. Now she vowed to pay more attention to the people who were out and about.

The blonde woman came back over, pleased that Master had gotten her out of the room. Then she put two objects in front of Alanna and said, "There, put these on and you're ready to go!"

Alanna looked at the odd objects. They looked like torture objects. She looked at the woman. The woman pulled up her skirt a little and held out her foot, and Alanna could see a similar object strapped to the woman's foot. Really? Master gave a slight tug on her leash, just enough to remind her that she didn't have a choice, and she reluctantly put her feet into the openings. Immediately she tottered, off balance. Master took her arm and slid his under it, helping her to balance.

"Thank you very much," he told the woman.

"No problem, no problem at all," she said cheerily. "The rest of her things will start arriving tomorrow morning."

Master led Alanna back out into the hall, moving slowly so that she could become used to the odd footwear. She found that if she took small steps, rolling her hips a little as she moved, that helped. 

David enjoyed the feel of Alanna swaying gently against him. Even when she stumbled, he enjoyed being there to help her up. He knew that this was all very strange and different for her, and he had two warring desires: to make her comfortable and to keep her off balance. Keeping her off balance would actually help her adjust faster in the long run, if he kept throwing new things at her at such a rate that she couldn't stop and think about everything she'd lost. Although her home planet was destroyed, he didn't know anything about her life there or what people she cared about might be on her mind. He didn't want her to pine, and so he kept her distracted. Really he probably should have waited a few days before taking her shopping, but he had found that he truly hated those robes she'd been wearing. They smothered her, covered up a thing of beauty, it was like having a priceless work of art and keeping it covered with a blanket. He considered the clothes that he'd just bought her to be the equivalent of a frame, enhancing and presenting her beauty. 

It didn't escape him that even though she was struggling with walking, as she became more secure, she started looking around again. She stumbled several times as her head turned, watching someone go by. His tolerance for some of her behavior so far amused him; in some ways he thought he should be stricter with her, but he was enjoying her interest in her new world. He decided it was better to let her be interested and to see what she wanted to see for now. Eventually it wouldn't be new to her and she'd have more training. For right now though, it was kind of nice when her body would press up against him, to hear her softly stuttered apologies, watch her focus on walking and then see her attention slowly drift as she started looking around alertly again. Even on Repiban she must have been something unique, most of the women from there came already submissive, walking with their heads down and acting as though they were just passing through the world, rather than being a part of it. Alanna might not be quite a part of it, but she was observing it instead of just letting it flow around her. He rather liked that.

When they got home the housekeeper had prepared dinner. David had Alanna sit with him at the table. Over dinner he plied her with questions. Not so much about her life, but about her likes and dislikes. What she had seen during the day that had interested her. He let her ask him questions. During the meal she began to relax, her eyes started to sparkle. She was obviously intelligent, and he felt very pleased when she confessed a love for books. He hadn't been sure she could read. While he had plenty of books for her to read for pleasure, this would also help with her training, as he had plenty of books that she would be able to read and educated herself about sex and what he expected of her. 

By the time dinner was over, after staring at the fabric over her breasts, the smooth swells of her cleavage, he was more than ready to see her bared to him again. Leaving the dishes at the table, he took her collar and led her upstairs.



Submission Ch. 03



N.B: Contains watersports.

*****

The appointment was made. Now I had to struggle through the week that followed like a drug addict desperate for a fix. I couldn't concentrate at work; my notebook filled with crude, adolescent sketches of her hips, her breasts, her pussy suspended over my face. 

The evenings were the worst. Then there was nothing to distract me from the interminable waiting; I found my leg bouncing up and down in nervous anticipation of my next submissive treatment as the images of vapid television personalities played across my unfocused eyes.

Several times in the run up to that next appointment I found myself driving down her street. Sometimes I pulled up but left the engine running, gazing at the frosted glass of her front door, wondering what she was doing inside, what painful pleasure she was bestowing on some willing victim like myself. And I felt a pang of jealousy which had me flooring the accelerator and taking me to some bar where no one knew my name.

As I knocked back a bourbon and coke in the confines of a snug which muffled the moronic sound of twenty ignoramuses watching Arsenal V. Man U, I reflected on that strange jealousy. Solitude leads to strange psychoses and obsessions, I have found. One of them, in my case, is etymology. 

Jealousy, now used ubiquitously as a substitute for the word 'envy' was originally quite distinct from it. A fear or anxiety over an expected or suspected loss of something close to one's heart.

Was she close to my heart? Yes, it was undeniable. She had opened the door to the living, breathing, sweating world of my fantasy. She had taken my hand (and cock) and led me to take my first steps on that yellow brick road and I knew that now I was irretrievably lost, unable to separate and compartmentalise that sordid world with the bleak reality of my lonely life of before.

But I couldn't be close to her heart. I was just another paying customer, no more significant than the last. How many nights a week did she indulge sad perverts like myself? How many fantasies did she so expertly realise? It was all an act, a performance on which she probably reflected and laughed whilst counting the coins. And yet, and yet...

That widening of the eyes when she regarded my manhood. Those arms draped around my shoulders. That fleeting kiss. That sweet voice which hinted at the real woman behind the mask, "Time to go back to the real world."

Was there any significance? Was I just hoping beyond any hope? How many men had sat in similar surroundings nursing these same thoughts, caught in her web?

I downed the last of my drink and left.

***

When I got home and clicked my on computer, a distraction before bed, I noticed a new email in my inbox. The ID was hers.

'Dear Slave,

Another visit so soon? Clearly you didn't learn your lesson well enough. Obviously, you need stricter instruction. When you visit, bring a change of clothes and an overnight bag. It'll cost extra but I think you need it.

Kiss,

Your Mistress.'

My eyes widened and I didn't realise I was holding my breath until I let it loose in an unconscious sigh of arousal. All night? Was that her plan? It wouldn't be any disruption; I had booked a Friday evening like last time; there was no need to get up and be anywhere the following day, but could I take her ministrations for such a long time? Of course I could. And I would. She was my mistress after all and I lived to serve.

***

It was raining heavily this time when I pulled up across from her abode. I cut the engine and clutched the handle of the leather overnight back sat in the passenger seat. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the known/unknown of my immediate future, and pushed open the driver's door.

The rain fell in thick and heavy drops and I was near soaked by the time I stepped up to her front door and rang the bell. There is no awning over her entrance way and my hair began to be plastered to my forehead as I waited. 

I saw her outline slowly approach and realised that she was keeping me waiting on purpose; the teasing torture had already begun. The lock clicked and the door swung open and I gasped involuntarily at the sight of my tormentor.

This time she was clad in the latex catsuit she wore on her homepage and it looked even more alluring in the flesh. The black rubber was polished to a shining finish and extended from neck to toe, clinging to her shapely figure like crude oil dripped over her gorgeous frame, accentuating every curve. A keyhole cut in the chest revealed her shapely cleavage and her black cherry hair hung loose, framing her porcelain face. A zip extended from the bottom rim of the keyhole down her front to disappear between her legs. Her lips were painted a dark wine red and her eyes were shadowed a charcoal black. A pair of long laced boots extended to her knees, the toes of which were a rounded, militaristic style which promised discipline and physical torment. In her hand hung once more the riding crop of before.

"Like what you see?" she purred from the doorway.

"Yes, mistress. You look beautiful... stunning," I replied and grimaced at my attempt at not sounding cheesy failing miserably. Fortunately she passed no comment on this.

"Well, my little drowned rat, I think it's time you came inside." She stepped to one side and gestured with the riding crop.

I stepped into the porch and stole an opportunity to surreptitiously run the backs of my fingers along her latex-clad stomach. Mistress Scarlett never misses a trick however. The riding crop came sailing through the air to swat at my hand and I instinctively retracted my fingers into a protective fist.

"Getting bold, I see," she said, with a laugh in her voice. "You really do need a proper lesson this time."

She shut the door behind me and the lock clicked. I was truly imprisoned in her lair; there was no escape now from what lay ahead.

She walked ahead of me and I followed like a pet desperate for attention. I watched as her hips swung before me, her firm arse cheeks flexing as she stepped across the tiles, the rubber which encased them shining in the dim light of her hallway. 

We entered her minimalist living room and she turned to face me.

"You remember the safety word?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, a quaver in my voice. The situation had a more solid reality than before by virtue of experience and I felt nervous at the prospect of extended passion and torment.

She stepped up to me and pressed her slick figure against my body, sliding her left hand around my back to rest it on my shoulder. Her rubber-clad body was warm; waves of heat rose from those places where her skin was exposed and I felt a familiar stirring as the reality of her flesh was reinforced.

Her face came close to mine and her lips brushed my own. The dark lipstick had a fruity taste and I tried my utmost to restrain myself from passionately reciprocating her kiss, from consuming her beautiful mouth.

She knelt down and placed the riding crop on the floor, her left hand running down my body as she did so, ending on the front of my trousers. Her fingers caressed and gripped my hardening cock, hidden beneath layers of fabric. With an inhaled hmmm, she rose to her feet and ran her fingers up and over my face to brush my wet hair backwards over my scalp. Her right hand slipped down and took the overnight bag from me.

"I think it's time you undressed," she commanded and walked over to the sofa to place the bag by its side.

"I brought a gift for you," I said as she turned to regard me.

"Oh yes?" She smiled beatifically and my heart fluttered.

"I-in the bag," I stammered and slipped my jacket off.

She unzipped the bag and withdrew my gift: a bottle of finest red wine.

"I guessed you like red wine from before. It's... rather expensive," I muttered and began unbuttoning my shirt.

"Thank you," she said as she held the glass bottle and regarded the label. "I think we can have some fun with this."

I continued to undress as she walked from the room, her heavy boots making contact with the floor with a pleasing parade ground stamping.

I was down to my underwear when she returned with a large wine glass hanging upside down by its stem from her sensual fingers. She placed it on the glass coffee table and retrieved a bottle opener from a bowl.

"I said undressed," she spoke absentmindedly as she worked the corkscrew into the neck of the bottle. "I want you naked immediately."

I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and obliged. My stiff cock slipped free at the same instant she worked the cork from the bottle with an echoing 'pop'. She giggled and poured a generous measure into the glass upon the table.

She flicked her hair back over one shoulder and, picking up the glass, took a deep gulp of the precious wine. It had cost me a week's pay to purchase and now it ran down her throat; I couldn't think of a better place to put it.

She crossed her left arm underneath her breasts and rested her fingers on her right elbow as she sipped at the wine and regarded my naked form.

"Delicious," she spoke and I wasn't sure whether she was referring to the wine or to myself. She placed the glass back on the coffee table. From the sofa she picked up a familiar collar and leash and approached me.

"Put this on." She held it out.

I wrapped the collar about my throat and felt for the buckle at the back of my neck. I tightened it to a pleasing constriction and let my arms fall to my sides. The room was warm and my rain slicked hair was gradually drying. I felt comfortably naked before my mistress. I wanted to stretch out on her tiled floor and be probed and invaded by her, to give my vulnerable body completely over to her commanding hands.

"On your knees, slave," she ordered and I eagerly obliged, lowering myself to the warm tiles at our feet.

She bent over and retrieved the crop from beside me. Her left hand came forward to take hold of the leash.

"Now for your infraction as you entered, I'm afraid you must receive some punishment. Stick that cute arse up in the air, little boy."

I leant forward and thrust my backside upwards, eagerly providing her with her quarry.

The riding crop came swishing through the air to crack against my flesh. As a stinging pain spread instantly through my backside I grinned with joy. It came sailing again and again to lick the skin of my arse and she laughed as she punished my behind. A full ten strokes were delivered before I was allowed to breathe again and I was left panting from her ministrations for a moment.

"What do you say?" she asked when it was over.

"Thank you, mistress," I answered, desperate to make her happy.

"Good boy. Now, come." She tugged at the leash and I followed her over to the sofa on my hands and knees.

She slid onto the leather sofa, her black catsuit squeaking as it made contact.

"Sit up against the sofa and lay your head back."

Without hesitation, I did as I was told, completely trusting her to administer exactly what I needed. I looked up into her upside down face, her hair hanging about her shoulders as she gazed down into my eyes.

"Open your mouth."

I opened my jaw wide at her command. She immediately spat in my mouth and I felt her warm saliva run over my tongue to pool at the back of my throat.

"Good boy," she spoke with a smile. "Now stay exactly like that and breathe through your nose."

She leant forward and from a silver case retrieved a cigarette which she quickly lit, exhaling a plume of blue/black smoke. She sat back on the sofa with her glass of wine in one hand and the other slipping the cigarette to and from her dark lips.

She took a deep sip of wine and leant forward over me once again. She lowered her face to mine and trickled the wine from her lips into my mouth. My tongue tingled and I felt a desperate need to swallow. Once she had filled me with the rich, red liquid she sat back and continued to smoke.

I was furiously breathing through my nose, willing myself not to swallow, to hold the wine between my cheeks, my mouth open for her judgement.

She lowered the cigarette to hover over my face and tapped the ash into my mouth. The smoke invaded my nose and I held my breath, trying to not cough the wine into her lap.

"Good boy," she purred from above. "You're my ashtray now."

She took another drag and flicked the ash into the pool of wine in my mouth where it sizzled. This continued for several minutes with her giggling as she flicked the dead cinders into her human ashtray.

Finally, she leant forward and stubbed the cigarette out in a traditional ashtray upon the coffee table. Her hand came down to stroke my cheek.

"Now, be a good boy and swallow it all up," she commanded.

I closed my eyes and drank the warm wine, laden with ash, down and exhaled as the liquid warmed my insides. She slid down and off the edge of the sofa to come to rest on my right leg. The latex of her suit smoothly slid onto my skin and her weight was pleasing on my thigh. Her hand came down to firmly grip my erection. She spat in my face and gripped my cheeks with her free hand.

"You're such a trashy little slut," she hissed in my face viciously. "You couldn't keep away from me. I'm going to have fun breaking you in even further. You need to be extremely punished for how disgusting you truly are."

Her hand withdrew and came back across my cheek in a harsh slap. I let loose an involuntary squeal at the sudden pain but no sooner had this violence registered in my fevered brain when she struck me again, her palm impacting my skin with a vicious slap which echoed in the sparse living room.

She laughed and spat in my face. Gently wiping her spit across my now pink cheek she spoke more gently.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you slut?"

I nodded and licked at the saliva which was running over my top lip. She slapped me again and took hold of my face roughly with her fingers.

"I can't hear you!" She shouted in my face, her breath rich with wine and smoke.

"Yes, Mistress," I whimpered.

"Good boy," she responded and began to slide her hand up and down my engorged length. "You know, I like this catsuit a lot. It makes me feel empowered. You can see me and yet you can't. My skin is inside, out of sight, whilst my curves are all on show."

She let go of my cock and stood before me.

"However," she continued as she took hold of the leash at my neck once more, "It gets very hot. My skin can't breathe and I get very sweaty inside."

She turned so her backside hovered inches from my face. Her hand came round to her lower back and took hold of the metal zip that hung there.

"I want you to lick the sweat out of my arse."

Her fingers slid the zip down and the latex parted to reveal her round backside. She unzipped the catsuit to down between her legs so that her arse cheeks and bald pussy lips were exposed, glistening with sweat. She leant forward to reveal more of herself.

"There, that's better," she purred and tugged at the leash, pulling my head towards her exposed flesh. "Now lick my arse, little boy."

Her skin smelt of talcum and rubber and I eagerly pushed my face between her arse cheeks. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and began to lick at her damp skin. Her hand came back, took hold of my hair and pulled my face deeper into her arse. I worked my tongue up and down the crack of her backside, greedily licking up her salty sweat. Then I darted my tongue into her arsehole, feeling the tight constriction of skin part around the tip. The heat of her insides made the end of my tongue tingle as I pushed it deeper inside my mistress's arse, bringing my hands up to clutch her thighs as I did so to afford myself further penetration.

"Oh, you dirty little cunt," she groaned and pushed her arse back, encouraging my probing tongue. "Yeah, you like licking my arsehole, don't you? You know you're just buying yourself further punishment? That's right, you know you have to do exactly what I say and I didn't ask you to stick your tongue up my arse, only to lick it. However, your slave tongue feels good so I'll let you continue for now. You'll get repaid for your presumption, I assure you."

Taking a firm grip of my head, she began to slide her wet arse crack on my face, rubbing her backside over my mouth and lips. I felt her fingers slide into her pussy beneath my chin and heard her moan as she began to touch herself whilst I licked at her behind.

"Yeah," she breathed, "lick my fucking arse you little cunt. I'm going to cum all over these fingers and then you're going to lick them dry."

I continued to furiously lick up and down her crack, sliding the tip of my tongue over her arsehole as she frigged her pussy. She was moaning loudly now, deep and primal sounds which built in length and intensity. Her fingers worked aggressively at her clit, her nails sometimes scratching at my chin as I worked my mouth into her arse.

Then her moans built to a furious scream and she backed her body forcibly onto me, pushing me back on to the tiles, my mouth smothered by her flesh as she came hard on my face.

"Yes, yes, yes," she yelped and rubbed her pussy on my face vigorously, wiping her juices over my mouth and nose, as she rode out her orgasm with my head as her saddle. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care as the silky smooth, boiling skin of her pussy lips was wiped over my face.

Her hands found my cock and she slid forward, finally allowing me air. I gulped at it, my vision swimming from lack of oxygen as I felt her lips wrap around my length. She lay on top of me, greedily sucking at my cock as I panted for breath, her wet pussy laying on my chest.

She withdrew my cock from her mouth and began to pump it in her hand.

"Hmmm, I like this cock." She smacked her lips. "I think it's juuuuust right. I think I want to feel this cock inside me tonight."

My heart skipped a beat; had I heard her correctly?

"I think I want my insides stretched around your length." She continued to masturbate me and I groaned as I felt my excitement building at the base of my balls. 

"But first." She let go of me. "First, we need to address your worrying lack of respect for your mistress's wishes."

She planted a heavy boot on the tiles on either side of my head and lifted herself up to stand over me. Taking hold of the zip which now hung above her pussy, she closed the gap which exposed her holes and took hold of my leash.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I obeyed swiftly, my head brushing the tightly bound boot laces on her shins as I manoeuvred myself into position at her feet.

She stepped over to the table and poured herself another glass of wine. Returning to my side with the glass in hand she sat down on my back. I grunted as I took her weight and she crossed her legs, increasing the burden on my back. She giggled and took a big gulp of wine. Her free hand came down to stroke my lower back.

"I think I could get used to this," she said between sips of wine. "Ashtray, chair, toilet... you have so many uses."

"I hope I satisfy you in all, Mistress," I said, my teeth gritted beneath her. She is not heavy but I am not a strong man and years of toiling behind a desk does not adequately prepare one to be human furniture.

"Did I say you could speak?" Her voice held a tone of menace.

"No, mistress, I'm sorry."

"That's better. But yes, you do satisfy me. A great deal. I like to humiliate you. There are not many so willing for degradation as you. It's fun."

I felt my heart warm, despite the pain of my burden. So I was more than just another customer after all. Or was she just saying that for my benefit? Despite her power over me in that moment, I held the real power. I was the one who was paying, after all. I could end the scenario at any time and she would oblige. It was, all of it, artifice- a role play where I only imagined I was at her mercy. 




Submission Ch. 03



For the first time, I questioned whether it would it ever be good enough, real enough. Was I just fooling myself? Trying to fill a hole in my life that could never be truly filled with imaginary, ethereal fantasy? Who was this woman? Who was she really? Beneath the rubber and the punishment was she really as strong and independent as she seemed?

Above me, she had finished her wine. Placing the glass down on the table she stood up and my back was relieved of the pressure of supporting her. She pulled me to my feet with the leash and led me over to the stairs which I knew led to her dungeon.

It was cooler down there and my flesh pricked with gooseflesh as she led me to a rack to retrieve leather cuffs. She slipped them onto my wrists and tightened them before retrieving further cuffs, this time for my ankles. I looked down at her as she knelt before me, fastening the cuffs, and gazed longingly at her deep cleavage which showed, slick with sweat, through the keyhole cut into the front of her catsuit.

She stood up and led me to a large wooden frame in an X shape which stood in the middle of the room.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked and gestured to the frame.

"Um... no... Mistress," I answered pathetically.

"This is a Saint Andrew's cross," she told me, "So named as it resembles the cross on which Saint Andrew was martyred. It is an excellent device on which a submissive can be suitably punished for their wicked ways. Now, step up to it and spread your limbs to match its shape, facing the cross."

I did so and Mistress Scarlett fastened my ankle and wrists to the spread beams of the cross. I pulled against my restraints and discovered there was no play; I was absolutely at her mercy. I heard her boots stepping away from me, over to a rack to retrieve some instrument of torture no doubt.

"I have here a flogger and you will count, out loud, the times it licks your skin, do you understand?"

I took a breath, steeling myself for the onslaught. "Yes, Mistress."

The myriad tails of the flogger split the air and struck my back. My skin erupted into a fire of passion.

"One," I counted between gritted teeth.

The leather tongues of the flogger whipped me again.

"Two."

The fire intensified and my engorged shaft painfully pressed up against the crossed wooden beams. Again and again the flogger struck my skin and each time the called count became higher pitched as I strained my muscles against her violence.

Finally, number ten was reached and I slumped in my restraints with respite from the pain. As I panted I felt her fingers between my thighs, running over the tight skin of my sack and moving forward to caress my cock.

"Hmmm, yeah, beaten and whipped, just like how I like you," she purred in my ear. "But not humiliated enough, I think."

Her fingers ran up and into the crack of my arse where the tips flitted over my exposed hole.

"A little dry for what I have in store."

I felt her move behind me and was surprised when I felt her face press between my arse cheeks. I jumped involuntarily as her warm tongue probed at my behind, the wet tip working around and into my hole. Her hand came up and gripped my cock firmly.

"Yeah," she hissed behind me between laps at my backside, "This is what you like, isn't it? You like your mistress licking your arse. Well, enjoy it while you can; I'm only prepping you for what's next."

She pumped my cock in her hand whilst she licked at my hole and I was ready to shoot my load over the tiled floor. But then she stopped, withdrawing her face and hand suddenly, leaving me panting and desperate for more.

"I think you're ready now, little boy. Time for you to lose any last remaining innocence."

I was left, slowly bringing my breathing under control and, with nothing to see, my eyes closed as I waited for her next assault.

I heard her steps and then felt it at my arsehole. Without the benefit of sight, the pleasure and expectation was enhanced as I perceived a thick, rubbery probe press against the tight constriction of skin. She pressed her slinky body up against my back and I felt her breasts cushioned against me.

"Needs a little more lubrication," she murmured in my ear.

Her left hand slid up to my throat and took hold of my jaw.

"Open wide," she hissed.

I gaped my jaw and snapped my eyes open to regard a thick, black rubber dildo approach my face clutched in her right hand. She thrust it into my mouth.

"Suck on that cock, little boy; make it all wet!"

I wrapped my lips around the rubber cock and allowed her to slide it in and out of my mouth, her left hand around my throat. I am not homosexual but the feeling of violation by this depraved woman turned me on more than I'd ever been. I greedily sucked at the rubber member, eager to obey her instructions. She forced it to the back of my throat and I coughed and spluttered as its tip tickled my gag reflex. She did not stop at my discomfort, however, rather she continued throat fucking me with the long black dildo as I coughed spit over its length, her fingers clutched tightly around it.

Finally, she slid the ersatz cock from my throat and I gasped for air, retching saliva. Without pause or comment she returned it to my behind and began to force it inside of me. I groaned loudly as my arsehole constricted around the foreign invader but she would not give me any reprieve, any chance to prepare.

"Relax your hole or this is going to hurt, slave."

I took a deep breath through my nose and willed myself to relax my muscles. My hole felt pained at the violation and I gritted my teeth as I waited for her to reach the point where it would slide more easily into me, for the pleasure of the invasion to begin.

"Yeah, fucked up the arse like a little whore; that's what you want, isn't it?" She hissed in my ear, her hand tightly clutched around my throat. Saliva ran from my mouth and over my chin as I let her abuse my arse.

The dildo pushed up further and further, starting to slide more easily into me and I moaned a deep bass groan, reduced as I was to a mere piece of flesh open to her domination. The end of the cock thrust deep and tickled my insides, producing an electric stimulation which pulsed outwards to my extremities, the shocking sensation of which made me shudder.

She withdrew the dildo almost completely and then plunged it back into me, slowly. Her mouth was against my right cheek and she hissed abuse in my ear as she began to fuck me with her torturous device.

"Yeah, deeper this time. A big black cock nice and deep in your arse, you little cunt. How does it feel?"

"Urhh... good, Mistress," I whimpered, "It feels good."

She increased the speed, sliding the massive length in and out of my backside and I heard an uncontrollable and unending groan emanating from my strangled throat.

"Yeah," she jeered, "It'll hurt after too. Little anal virgin's going to have a little red hole when I'm done fucking you."

Suddenly the cock was withdrawn. I panted for air as her hand left my throat and struggled to focus with my vision blurred by passion as she unclipped my restraints.

"Wh...? What...?"

Her hand came sailing through the air and slapped my face hard. I clutched at my burning skin in shock.

"Shut your dirty little mouth, cunt! Now bend over the bench."

She motioned to the leather padded bench I remembered from my last visit and I immediately lay my body lengthways across it. She stepped over and took my wrists to attach them to the forward restraints.

I looked at myself in the mirror in front as she stepped over to yet another rack of tools. My face dripped with sweat and her saliva; my cheeks were flushed pink and her hand print shone redly from where she had struck me. I was a dishevelled and degraded mess.

She walked up behind me and my eyes opened wide as I regarded her new accessory. Around her waist was buckled a black strap-on and her fingers massaged lubricant onto its length as she grinned mischievously at my reflection.

"Spread your legs," she commanded but I hesitated to obey. She let go of the fake member at her crotch and placed her hands on her hips with a frown. "What? You pussying out? Don't you want me to fuck you? Isn't this what you want? To be my degraded little anal whore?"

I swallowed but was still inhibited. Presenting myself to her to physically fuck me with her body automatically had me pressing my thighs together in protection. But why? She was right after all, that was what I wanted: an escape from the masculine world of my work, my life, from the fake front I had always had to put up in polite company so no one would know my shameful desire. I wanted her to continue to dominate me, to take my body and my soul into her rough embrace.

I exhaled a sigh of resignation and parted my legs.

She giggled and stepped up behind me. Taking the strap-on in her hand she guided it to the sore entrance at my backside.

"I thought so," she laughed triumphantly. "You know you want this. You know you want to be my little anal whore."

She thrust the fake cock into me and I grunted at the rough penetration.

"What are you?" she yelled and spat on my back as she began to fuck me, her latex clad hips pistoning back and forth.

"Uh... I'm your... little anal... whore," I managed to grunt as she fucked me from behind.

Her hands fell upon my back and she kneaded my flesh as she thrust the cock in and out. Her fingernails dug into my skin and she scored deep red tracks which had me yelping in delicious pain.

The feeling was indescribable: part pain, part pleasure. I felt my insides stretching around her violating probe and my cock felt ready to explode. I wanted to beg her for release, for her to relieve the pressure in my balls but I knew this would only result in more teasing. I forced myself to keep my eyes open as I winced from the pain and watched her in the mirror, laughing as she fucked me. Her tits shone through the keyhole in her top and I wanted to bury my face in their embrace.

Finally, after what seemed an age of violation, she withdrew and, getting on her knees she thrust her face into my backside, licking at my arsehole and balls. Her hand came up and roughly took hold of my cock which she began to milk whilst she ran her tongue in and out of my arse.

"Oh fuck..." I breathed. I couldn't help it; my arousal had reached heights I never knew could exist and I was desperate to cum.

She let go of my member and spanked my arse harshly; a sharp cracking slap to my behind which had me screaming with surprise. Then her hand came down upon my skin again and again until I was sure she had a placed a deep red handprint on my arse cheek.

"You little cunt, you never learn your lessons, do you?" She shouted at me, the index finger of her left hand deep in my arse. "Time to be my little toilet slave; that'll shut you up."

She got up and unclipped my restraints from the bench. Grabbing me by my leash she pulled me roughly onto the floor and led me over to the throne in the corner. I lay my head down on the leather pillow that sat beneath the open seat. The plastic funnel of before was noticeably missing this time, and I prepared myself for a more messy deluge than previously.

Placing a foot either side of my shoulders, Mistress Scarlett unzipped the crotch of her catsuit once more, exposing her glistening bald pussy. She sat down above my face and the latex parted to reveal her delicious hole framed by silken labia.

"I want my pussy cleaned as I piss, and I want you to wank for me whilst you do so. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied and raised my head off of the pillow as I realised the reason for the missing funnel. Eagerly I began to lap at her cunt, taking my cock in my hand and starting to masturbate. She tasted salty and creamy with sweat and juice and I groaned as I pushed my face as far into her vagina as I could manage.

"Yeah, lick my pussy my little piss slave. Wank that cock, you dirty little cunt. No cumming though, remember? You're not allowed to cum until I say so. Are you ready for my piss?"

"Uh-huh," I replied, muffled by her flesh.

"Good boy."

My tongue was lapping at the inside of her pussy when a jet of hot pee sprayed onto my chin and I eagerly widened my mouth to catch her water. It soon filled my waiting maw and began to overflow my cheeks. I swallowed quickly, savouring the salty bitter taste of her piss before opening up for more. I was furiously masturbating by now and groaning with heavenly ecstasy as my mistress used me as her toilet, her piss running over my face and over my chest.

The jet subsided and I took deep breaths as I continued to jerk myself off. She got up from the seat and turned so she could look down at me.

"Hmmm, good boy, good piss slave. You want some more?" She purred down at me, her finger running over her wet pussy lips.

"Yes Mistress, I want all you have."

She giggled and, placing the fingers of both hands around her pussy, she directed a fresh stream of piss onto my chest and face. I spluttered as I continued to pleasure myself and felt my excitement grow as I was completely humiliated by this woman.

She stepped backwards and squatted over my pelvis. One hand groping her latex clad breasts, she began to piss over my cock. The sensation of her warm water showering over my masturbating cock was so intense I had to slow my pumping in order not to shoot my load right there and then into her pissing pussy. My engorged length shone in the dim light of her dungeon as she relieved herself over it; my hand was slick with her pee.

"Oh, such a pretty sight," she breathed as her stream subsided. "Such a big cock covered in my piss. I think I want it. I think I want you to slide that big wet cock into my pussy."

My heart tightened in my chest but I didn't have much time to contemplate this turn of events because she slapped away my hand and lowered herself onto me, pulling me forth from under the throne so my head rested on the cold tiles of the floor.

The warmth of her insides engulfed my cock and I hardened further (I didn't think it possible) as she slid my entire length into her pussy. She spread her knees either side of my waist and placed her hands upon my chest. Then she began to ride my cock, slowly at first but increasing in speed and ferocity.

She moaned deeply and I let loose grunts of pleasure as my sore cock was bathed in her pussy juice and massaged by her muscles. Her hands ran up over my collar bone and into my hair as she lowered her chest onto mine, her ample breasts squashing against me, the latex which encased them becoming slippery with her water on my skin.

She lowered her face to mine and began to kiss me, wet passionate kisses which included licks across my mouth. Her fingers gripped my wet hair and she hissed at me through gritted teeth as she roughly rode my cock.

"Yeah... yeah! I've wanted that big cock in me all night. I'm going to ride it until I cum. Don't you go cumming inside me, little slave, you understand?"

I nodded and she slapped me and spat in my face. I opened my mouth wide and she spat into it again, bouncing up and down on my cock. 

I raised my hands and placed them on her hips, feeling her writhing body as she rode me. She slapped me again but I didn't care; I needed to feel her body to remind myself she was real. I ran my hands over the slippery latex of her catsuit and took hold of her breasts, squeezing them hard. She continued to spit in my face but let me grope her as she brought herself to a screaming orgasm on my cock. She rode out the waves of ecstasy, aggressively thrusting her pelvis back and forth on my dick, her fingers digging into my chest.

Her eyes were closed as she breathed a sigh of release and stopped riding. She bit her lip and looked down at me, panting beneath her. Our eyes met for a moment and then she giggled and slipped me from out of her insides. She slid forward and brought her dripping pussy to my face.

"Eat my cunt," she ordered and forced herself onto my mouth.

I greedily licked at her lips, running my tongue over her boiling clitoris, feeling triumphant as she wriggled and winced with sensitivity as I did so.

Her hands came down, gripped the top of my head and pulled my face into her flesh. My nose was embedded at the opening of her labia, my mouth deep in her hole, and I couldn't breathe. But I didn't care. She rubbed herself on my mouth, wiping her pussy juice on my lips and tongue, and I felt my vision blur with lack of oxygen.

At last she withdrew and let me breathe. I gasped for air, laying my head back on the hard tiles as I desperately recovered from her treatment. Meanwhile, my tormentor had got to her feet and retrieved another device of torture from a corner shelf.

She approached me with two nipple clamps attached to metal rings. Without warning she sat on my face and my cry of surprise was muffled by her wet arsehole on my mouth. I felt her fingers tease and flick at my nipples and then the sharp piercing pain as she attached the clamps. She rubbed her arse on my face as she did so and I heard her moan with delight as she furthered my punishment.

Then she lifted from me and I found my tongue extruded; I was now giving over completely and unconsciously to the sensory overdose I was being given.

She shuffled on her knees down to my feet and swung about to face me. The clamps were sending waves of sharp pain across the skin of my chest and I felt cold and clammy, covered with a sheen of sweat and her piss. I gazed at her in lust and admiration, open and expectant for whatever may lay ahead.

From behind her back she brought forth a black rubber dildo and she parted my legs with her free arm so that I was wide open to receive. She bent forward and I groaned deeply as her tongue probed at my arsehole. She lapped like a cat and smothered my hole with her saliva, readying me for violation.

Then the ersatz cock was slid into me and I lifted my pelvis, my engorged cock wiggling as I afforded her greater and deeper access to my insides. With all the widening and stretching of before, along with the lubrication of her mouth, the dildo slid smoothly into my behind and I couldn't help but breathe, "Yes", as I surrendered further to her domination.

I had closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of her penetration but I opened them now to regard her lifting her free hand to her chest and taking hold of the second zip which dangled in front of her cleavage. As she began to slide the cock back and forth, she simultaneously drew down the zip, allowing her large breasts to emerge from their rubber confines. They were slick with sweat and her nipples were erect with passion as she pulled back the latex fabric of her suit to frame her chest. She ran her fingers over her breasts, tracing their form and tweaking her nipples before she brought her hand down to meet the one forcing the dildo into me. Her fingers found the end cap and, with a slight twist, she activated an electronic vibration which sent shivers of pleasure into my body.

I groaned with surprise and laughed with delight as the thick probe began to buzz within me but this only brought another spitting attack from my mistress, the saliva sharply splashing onto my nose and eyes. I blinked, clearing my vision of her fluid, and regarded her hand move once more, this time to take hold my cock.

She began to steadily work my member in her hand as she slid the vibrating dildo back and forth into my arse. Her fingers were wrapped around my length, gripping me in a vise-like embrace as she masturbated me in rhythm with her violation of my backside.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked me in a tone of mockery.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the inevitable explosion by will-power alone.

"Yeah? You want to cum all over these big tits?"




Submission Ch. 03



"Yes, Mistress. I want to cum everywhere."

"Yeah, I bet you do. But you've got to beg me. Beg me like a dog."

I moaned but prepared myself. The speed she was working me was a little too slow for the result I wanted, needed, and I was desperate for her to finish me, to give me the release that occupied every fibre of my being.

"Please, mistress, please let me cum."

"That's better." The speed increased. "Louder though. Beg me!"

"Please... PLEASE!"

Her hand built up speed, she thrust the buzzing dildo deep inside me, her fingers pressing it home, and, a few seconds later, with a screaming, salivating shout of ferocity, I felt my spunk rush along the length of my cock and escape to shoot in thick strings over her chest. Once, twice I shot a load of cum onto her gleaming breasts and then she directed my cock away from herself so that I continued to explode all over my own chest. I felt ribbons of sperm shoot over my skin to land on my collar, my face, beyond to the tiles above.

"Open your mouth," she commanded and I did so without question as the waves of bliss racked my soul. I felt gobs of spunk land across my lips and the salty, creamy fluid ran across my tongue. I felt sordid and depraved, an animal of lust and turpitude, a beast fit only for her use. 

I was in love.

At last, I finished. The last few drops of my passion fell to my crotch and I stopped yelling my release for the stone walls to hear.

She let go of my cock and slid her half-naked form up my body, the vibrator still embedded within me. Her fingers, running with my spunk slipped into my mouth and she ordered me to suck them dry. I obeyed, no longer inhibited by any restraint or reservation or sense of dignity. I licked my cum from her digits and asked for more.

She withdrew her fingers and slapped my cheek.

"Greedy little slave," she reprimanded.

She got to her feet and I regarded her arse cheeks, revealed by the parted latex, as she retrieved a blindfold from a nearby rack. She bent forward and the last I saw of her for many hours was her perfect cleavage spilling forth from her unzipped catsuit as she fastened the blindfold around my head.

In the blackness I felt her hands take my wrists and she guided me, as I slid on my back, back over to the throne with its, now wet, leather pillow. She clipped my wrists to restraints that were fastened at it base before sliding the vibrating dildo from my behind.

"Now you can rest, covered in your dirty mess," I heard her voice purr from above. "I will return when I need to pee during the night and you will serve your mistress at these times by drinking every drop you are given. Do you understand?"

I confirmed that I did and felt my now flaccid cock beginning to stir with fresh arousal.

I heard the stomp of her heavy boots on the stairs and knew that I was alone in darkness, alone in her dungeon, completely open to further abuse.

I couldn't wait.



Submission Ch. 04



Alanna quivered as David started peeling away her clothes. She was wearing so many more items than before, and to have his hands on her as he bared her body to him, made the entire process more exciting and frightening. There were so many things going on in her body that she didn't understand, that she had no experience with, but so far she liked it. The big blonde man loomed over her, looking down into her eyes as he released the long fall of hair that had been done up with a clip.

David loved the way she looked at him, with excitement, anticipation, and just a touch of awe. It made him feel about ten feet tall. This wasn't the normal submission of a woman who had already been beaten down, this was the sensual awakening of an intelligent and fiery woman. He had no doubt that she'd give him some trouble eventually, but right now she was still so new to this life that it was easy to keep her unbalanced, and as long as she was unbalanced and unsure of what to do, the more likely she was to follow his orders. The more she followed his orders immediately now, the more accustomed she would be to doing so once she started to get comfortable enough to feel like testing him. 

But for now, for tonight, he wanted to show her all that he had to offer her when she behaved. 

"Kneel," he said softly. Quietly, Alanna sank to her knees. He nudged a foot between them. "Spread these apart." Alanna blushed, staring down at her bare legs. She let them part a little. "More," he said. "As far as you can." Very slowly Alanna spread her knees apart, her head dipping down farther as she did so, her hair falling forward to cover some of her body. David ignored that for now in the interests of getting her legs in the right position. Finally they were far apart enough to suit him. 

Walking around behind her, he slid a finger down her spine, making her shiver. "Sit up straight."

Alanna thought her cheeks might actually burst into flame as she followed his command. Tears sparked in her eyes, and she didn't know why. He'd already seen her naked, but having blatantly show herself in this manner was playing havoc with her emotions. As he came around in front of her again she peeked up at him through her lashes. The hungry look on his face made her catch her breath, and this time she felt herself quiver on the inside, a pleasant kind of convulsion that started at the bottom of her stomach and made her feel hot and itchy between her legs. She wondered if he would press his thigh between them again. 

"Put your hands behind your back, hold one of your wrists with the other hand." 

She did as she was bidden, without even realizing how open the entire position made her look. With her head lowered but back straight, her hair flowed over her arched body, her creamy breasts and rosy thrusting out between the shiny locks. David's eyes traveled lower, to her darker curls which had parted to show just a flash of wet pinkness. Soon, he thought, he'd be rid of the hindrance to his view. But not tonight. His erection was pressing hard against his pants and he didn't want to wait any longer. 

"Whenever I tell you to present yourself, you will assume this position. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

David circled around her again, giving her light soft touches on her shoulders, her throat, her back, her hair. Alanna felt the soft strokes and thought she might pass out from the pleasure, it made her skin tingle wherever he touched her and she found herself wanting to move, wanting to make him touch her on her breasts again. Immediately she blushed... she knew she was a bad, naughty girl for even thinking that, but it had felt so good! If anyone on her home planet had known what she was thinking right now she would have been doing penance for weeks. Almost as if he had heard her thoughts, David let his hand slide down her shoulder as he stood behind her, and cupped her right breast, squeezing the mound gently. Alanna gasped, a slight breathy sound, as all of her nerve endings came to life. She arched her back more, pushing her body into his hand, wanting - needing - more contact. And she whimpered as he withdrew his hand from her. 

"Get on the bed and present yourself."

She scrambled to do his bedding, quickly getting on the bed. In some ways she couldn't believe herself. Just this morning she had been sold to this man and now she was doing exactly what he told her, when he told her. She'd never done that for anyone, not even her father or uncle. Of course, there was something much scarier about Master than about any of her kinsman, but it wasn't just that. Part of her was desperately curious to find out what comes next, the acts between man and woman that she'd always heard adults whispering about but that no one had talked about clearly other than to say it was only for procreation. Maybe she was sinful, but she didn't care. Their God had deserted their planet in its time of need, why should she follow those sharp strictures? And being sinful felt so wonderful. She was flushed with need, aching with a hunger she didn't recognize. As best she could she imitated the position that she'd held on the floor, on the part of the bed where Master patted his hand, almost the edge of it. Her thighs spread, her breasts thrust out and she found that from the bed when she looked down she found herself looking at a tight bulge across the front of Master's pants. This was not the first time she had seen that today and she was pretty sure it had something to do with her. 

Master smiled down at her, pleased that she'd duplicated the position on the floor. In fact, although she didn't know it, she'd spread her legs even wider and arched her back even more, without realizing it. David felt a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction looking at her. He could see between her pretty pink pussy lips that she was wet. 

Leaning down, he kissed her, deeply, and Alanna kissed him back, frightened of and yet enjoying this new use of her lips. It was becoming more and more familiar to her. 

When she moved to reach her arms up to him he broke off the kiss and looked at her sternly.

"When you are in this position you stay in this position until I give you leave to move."

Blushing at her disobedience and her brazenness, Alanna put her arms back behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. This time, instead of kissing her again, Master put his hand on the delicate skin of her soft throat, his thumb pressing against the front. She felt like a frightened animal looking at a predator, aware that he could literally crush her if he chose. Instead his hand moved gently over her shoulder and then dropped down to her breasts. With her head down, she watched as his hands both cupped her breasts, gently, and began to squeeze and massage them, his fingers brushing across her nipples.

It was humiliating, wonderful, far too intimate and downright blissful to have his hands on her. The hot feeling between her legs began to build and her lips parted as she panted, her back arching and thrusting her breasts out for more, more sensation, more touching. David wanted to throw her down and ravage her, she had the natural instincts of a submissive made for sex and pleasure.

But would she satisfy his other desires as well?

He pinched her nipples firmly, but not harshly, and a ragged moan left her lips. Tugging, he twisted them, and she whimpered but not with pain and she made not protest. Although they hadn't known each other long, she wasn't well trained enough and she was fiery enough that she would have made some kind of protest if she didn't like it. 

Alanna couldn't comprehend why her skin was becoming so sensitive, she felt herself falling into a mental state where her thoughts broke down and she became a creature of pure physical sensation. When Master's fingers closed down hard on her nipples it had hurt, but it had also sent a wash of pure pleasure sweeping over her body. As he continued to abuse the tender buds she found herself wanting to rock her hips back and forth, but she forced herself to stay in the position that he wanted her in. 

Master released her breasts, and she wanted to moan again, to beg him to come back. Her body felt like it was on fire and she was sure that, as he was the one who had stoked the flames, that he would know how to quench it as well. 

"Lay down on the bed," he told her quietly and then gestured with his hand, "your head at that end. And put your hands above your head."

As Alanna moved to do his bidding, her eyes filled with trepidation and arousal, David fought for self control of his own body. He was determined to show her how much pleasure he could give her, before he took his own. Training her would be much easier if she knew what the rewards of good behavior would be. 

Because she was untrained, and unused to having a man touching her body, he wanted to ensure that she didn't do anything he would need to punish her for. So, as she stretched her arms up above her head, he gently fitted her wrists into the leather cuffs that were attached the headboard, tightening them so that they would hold her but not cut off her circulation or be too tight. Alanna quivered as her hands were secured above her, but Master looked down at her with some gentleness in his eyes and so she bit her lip and didn't say anything. 

Then he knelt next to the bed and pulled out a bar that was about a foot long and had more cuffs attached to it. These he put on her ankles, making it impossible for her to close her legs. Seeing the fear and worry in her eyes, David didn't open the spreader bar any more for now, there would be time for that soon. Instead, he lay his body down on his side facing her and ran his hand from her neck, over her breasts, over her stomach and the hair on her mound, and midway down here thigh, watching her body arch in response to the movement of his hand. 

"Lovely," he murmured. "Look at me little one."

Alanna turned her head, her eyes wide, and then he leaned forward and captured her lips with his again. As his hand began stroking her breasts, she closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensation of the light brushes of his fingers across her skin, the quick pinches that he gave her nipples, building that hot need between her legs. By the time his fingers began to sweep down her stomach she felt like she was drowning in sensation, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, feeling desperate to respond in some way. His hard body pressed against her, something digging into the soft flesh of her outer thigh and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers curved over into her most sacred area.

As soon as she realized were his fingers were now stroking her, she panicked a little, trying to move her body, trying to protest, but her legs couldn't close, her arms couldn't push him away, and her verbal protests were lost into his mouth. Which is exactly how David planned it. Despite her arousal, he had not assumed that she would give up the secrets of her body easily, and as long as he didn't want to punish her tonight he had to stay in complete control of the situation. He looked forward to the day when she would hold this position for no other reason than he had told her to, when she would be fighting to keep her legs from spreading wider, not trying to close them. But for now, he stifled her protests with his lips and his tongue, and continued to stroke between her quivering thighs.

Wetness was already coating his fingers, she was so aroused. As he massaged her pussy lips with his hand, his fingers sliding up and down the center of her molten liquid, he could feel her protests dwindling. In fact, Alanna was already learning her first lesson - her body was at Master's disposal, all of her body, and he would touch her where she wanted. Not only that, but she would like it. As he stroked the hot fires between her legs, it was almost as though he was scratching an itch that she couldn't reach, and she felt her hips begin to lift off the bed, rocking in rhythm to his movements, and she couldn't stop it. It was all right though, because Master hadn't said that she couldn't move in this position, and he wasn't stopping her. Instead his hand pressed more firmly into her flesh, his kiss became more intense, as if he approved of her response. 

Alanna gave in. Her muscles relaxed, her fear left her, her embarrassment fled, all in the face of the incredible building pleasure that was being coaxed out of her by Master's hand. 

When he felt her give into him, felt her submission, David slid a finger into her body, reveling in the exquisite tightness as he invaded this unused space. She trembled at his touch, making throaty noises as a man entered her for the first time. He was still keeping her off balance; as soon as she accepted what he was doing, he would push her farther and do something new. 

The feeling of Master's finger inside of her was confusing Alanna. It seemed wrong, so very wrong, and yet so very right, as if that space in her body had always been waiting for someone to push inside of it, but she knew that wasn't right. For a moment the thought that she wasn't a very good girl and her mother would be ashamed of her flitted through her head. But then again, she already knew that to be true. She wasn't fighting her people's enemy, she'd completely given in to him, she was letting him tempt her into perversion.

But it felt so good.

As his finger began to pump in and out of her, matching the movements that her hips had been making, the rest of his hand pressed against the tender flesh of her splayed nether lips, massaging her sensitive spots. Then he pressed down on part of her with the heel of his hand, and the most incredible flash of heat and need went through her. Her hips jerked up and her head fell back away from Master's lips. She hadn't meant to, it was just an automatic response. His finger pumped into her again as his hand pressed down on that same spot.

Eliciting whimpering, needy cries from Alanna's lips, watching the rise of her climax, nearly undid David. To distract himself he locked his mouth down on the nipple nearest him, sucking and nibbling at the tender bud, as Alanna started to thrash against him.

It felt like her entire being, her entire universe was coming undone, all of it unraveling and gathering together, concentrated between her legs. When Master put his mouth on her breast, she didn't think about how strange and forbidden it was, her body responded with rapture; it was like her nipple had a direct line to that gathering heat between her legs.

As his finger filled her, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, his hand rocking against that sensitive spot, Alanna let out a wail, as all the energy that she'd been repressing suddenly exploded out from the apex of her thighs. Her body thrashed, her wordless cries echoing around the bedroom, and Master played her like an instrument, his fingers never ceasing, drawing out the rocking waves of ecstasy that swirled around her and crashed over her. Her hips moved, and she couldn't have stopped them even if she wanted to. 

Slowly the waves receded, Master's fingers became soothing instead of demanding, and that hot itch between her legs was finally sated. Whimpering, sighing, Alanna gave into Master's fingers, her body's demands finally quieted by this wonderful, powerful man. 

Maybe it was sinful, but then why did it feel so right?



Submission Ch. 05



David gently massaged the wet folds of Alanna's pussy, smiling as he watched her come down from her orgasm, the confusion and satisfaction on her face apparent. She was so easy to read, her expressions were so unguarded. There was a simplicity to her honesty, and it turned him on so much to be able to watch her emotions run across her face. Especially when she'd been coming.

"That was an orgasm, little one," he informed her. "Here, we also say that you 'came' when you feel that, or that you were 'cumming.'"

"I came," Alanna repeated in a soft voice. Catching his eye she hastily added, "Master." To say that she came was more than just the orgasm, she came to this place, she came to be with him... the word has so much more meaning than the definition he just gave her, wonderful as that definition was. 

As Master's head moves, she realizes that he still has his hand on her, touching and caressing her. The sensation is softer now, but no less delicious. His lips came down on her collar bone, leaving a trail of kisses across her skin. Next to her, his body shifted, pressing against her stretched out length, and she shuddered with reaction. Even though she felt completely sated, his mouth and hands are stirring her body back towards tightness and need. 

Then his fingers were gone from between her legs, and Master moved down to her ankles. There was a small clicking sound and then he moved her legs further apart, the bar between them sliding open, and Alanna gasped at the predatory look that he sent up the length of her body. His eyes took in everything, and she blushed as she realized that included her spread and open forbidden area.

Master kissed her ankles, and then his mouth began moving up her legs, sending heat up her long limbs to gather at her center again. By the time he reached her knees that hot, needy burning was back, and his face was moving closer and closer to the source of it. She felt frightened and horrified as his eyes feasted on her, his mouth licking a path up her thigh. Every time he moved, she kept thinking that he would stop soon, but then his hot breath was on her where his fingers had been and she couldn't take the indecency of it anymore.

"Please, you can't - why would -," she cried out, confusion and anxiety reigning. Master snarled, getting quickly up to his knees, and she cringed away from his dark, forbidding glare.

Dammit, David hadn't meant to push her to the point where she denied him. That was the whole reason he'd trussed her up with the cuffs and spreader in the first place. His cock was pressing hard against the inside of his pants, and he was doing his best to make this the most pleasurable experience for her that he could. Maybe he should have realized that being this exposed to his eyes and mouth would get a reaction from her, but he'd been enjoying hearing her sweet cries and whimpers too much. That was his own fault.

Getting up, seeing her cower as much as she could in her bonds, he felt a little guilty. But he wasn't going to hurt her, or even punish her harshly. In fact, now that he thought about it, this was the perfect opportunity to show her that he could punish her without hurting her, and make the punishment fit the crime. From one of his drawers he pulled out a ball gag and came back to the bed. Kneeling beside her he put a finger to those lush lips.

"Open."

For just a moment Alanna thought about resisting, but she quickly dismissed that idea. She was completely vulnerable to him, not just because he was stronger than her, but also because she couldn't move. The anger seemed to have bled off of him and she didn't want it to return, so she obediently opened her mouth. He pushed the ball into it, soft enough that it gave a little when she bit it but it kept her jaw open and she knew it would muffle any sounds she tried to make, and lifted her head to attach straps around the back of her head. 

"You do not speak out of turn," Master told her, "or I will gag you and keep you from speaking out of turn. You are going to wear this for the rest of tonight as punishment." Alanna stifled a groan, having her voice cut off along with the restriction of her movement meant that she could truly do absolutely nothing about the situation. On the other hand... she could do absolutely nothing about her situation. The revelation was freeing. There was nothing she could do but lay here and take what Master had to offer, it couldn't be her fault if he did perverted things to her because she had no control over the situation. 

David wasn't sure what thoughts were going through her mind, but he could gauge when she submitted. The tension ran out of her body, and she looked up at him with eager eyes. Perhaps he should have gagged her from the beginning... but maybe it was better this way. They were learning together. If she'd indicated that she wanted to keep resisting he might have ended it here for the night, taught her more about pleasure and rewards tomorrow, but he could tell that she was ready to continue now. So they'd continue.

He put put his hand between her legs, massaging her. Yes, she was still very wet, her eager flesh sliding over his fingers, and her hips moved upwards as he rubbed up and down. 

"This is a pussy," he told her, pushing a finger inside of her. Alanna groaned, her hips thrusting upwards. It was amazing how eager her body was once she gave herself over to feeling it. "This is now MY pussy and I will do with it what I want."

To emphasize this, he withdrew his finger from her and brought his hand up to his face, licking the juices from her body off of himself. Alanna's eyes got big as she watched him perform this perverted act, she could smell the sweet muskiness of her body on him and she found that watching him touch her, watching him lick her off of him, made her body tighten in a fantastic way. Her nerves were already humming again, wanting more of the pleasure that he had coaxed forth from her core, hungering for it.

Master put his fingers back into her pussy, lowering his head down and biting at her nipples. The sharp, quick nips that he took made her body jerk in reaction, slight pain that quickly transformed into a building need as his fingers rubbed and moved against her, inside of her. She found herself arching her back, her body begging for more contact from his mouth... but she was his to do with as he pleased and his mouth moved further down her body, approaching her center from the other direction this time. She moaned against the gag as his teeth nibbled the flesh over her hip, feeling the hot waves of desire flooding her center. This man, this man was completely undoing her, everything she'd been taught, everything she'd been told, it was all coming apart at his hands and in his mouth.

When he lowered himself between her legs and put his mouth on her, she thought she might die from the wrongness and the wonder of it. His tongue was softer than his fingers, wetter, hotter, and when she looked down to see his blonde head moving between her legs the sheer perversity of it just flat out did it for her. Already she could feel that she was going to cum again, her body quivering with need, her thighs longing to wrap around his head and pull him further into her. If she hadn't been bound, trussed up, she would never have had the courage to admit that she wanted this, but since she was helpless to do anything but take what he gave, she could wish for things she knew she would never do given the option.

She tastes like peaches, David thought, his cock pressing against the bed, insisting that he take off his clothes and bury himself in her sweetness. As he worked her body with his mouth, tongue laving between her wet folds, he thought that he could be happy just staying right here and doing nothing but taste her, drink her, suck on her flesh, if it wasn't for the fact that doing so was making his balls feel like they had a noose around them. Blue, they were so blue. So ready to be buried in pink. He wouldn't have long to wait, the way Alanna was pulling against her bonds, her muffled whimpers music to his ears as her breasts heaved up and down on her chest. So ready to cum, so ready to be pleasured. Once she was trained she was going to be an absolute treasure. She already was.

Sweetness flooded his mouth as she came, her body writhing and pulling against the cuffs. She would probably have abrasions on her wrists and ankles tomorrow, but it was better this way, so that she couldn't fight him. Her helplessness allowing her to submit, to find pleasure in things she had always been told were sick and wrong. As he slid his tongue inside of her, feeling her body quiver in response as he pulled it out and then sucked hard on her clit, spiraling her pleasure into multiple waves of ecstasy, he wondered how anyone could possibly think that anything this beautiful was wrong.

Alanna's eyes were filled with tears, the orgasms Master had given her were so intense, like a cascading waterfall of pleasure that dashed her against the rocks over and over and over... her body felt completely wrung out. Exhausted. And yet, as he pulled himself up, lips glossy with the nectar from her body, she knew that her night wasn't over yet. Staring down at her, his eyes dark with a hunger that had gotten greater and greater with every passing minute, she felt frightened again. Not by him, not exactly, but just by the unknown. So far everything tonight had been done for her, and her feminine instincts were rousing, telling her that whatever happened next it was going to be for him.

They stared at each other as he began stripping off his shirt, kneeling between her legs. As he took off his pants he got to his feet, standing over her, one foot on either side of her body as he stared down at his. From the juncture of his legs, where her sacred female parts were on her own body, he had a large protrusion, colored darker than the rest of his skin, standing straight up and against his body. Below it hung a sack of flesh, curved and soft looking. Alanna had never seen anything like it. Master put his hand around the length of his part, his fingers gripping it firmly and he began to move his hand up and down, a slow stroking motion.

"This is my cock, Alanna," Master said softly. "You're going to spend a lot of time getting to know it very well."

And with that bewildering statement he knelt between her legs again. Something pushed into her, one of his fingers, and her body quivered in response. She was so sensitive, her nerves so stimulated, from all the rapture he'd heaped upon her, that just that one touch was enough to give her an aftershock of that pleasure. Another finger slid inside of her, and the two began pumping in and out as she squirmed and adjusted to this second invader, her insides stretching. As he began pushing a third digit into her body, she whimpered and pulled at her bonds again. It felt so strange, this things inside of her, pushing her open in a way that she'd never imagined. She closed his eyes against his hot gaze, focusing entirely on the things he was making her feel, on the sensation of his hand inside of her. 

Then they were gone and there was movement on the bed. She opened her eyes just in time to see him watching her face as something thick and velvety and hard pushed against her core. OH... she tried to look down her body and then her head fell back as Master's hips moved, her insides splitting open to accommodate his cock. The sensation was intense, an exotic pressure that began working its way into her body... then out... then in... she gasped and struggled, not to stop him exactly... but because she couldn't help herself. Her body wanted free, to either push him away or pull him closer, to touch him, run her hands through his hair, to roll over and run away... she was so conflicted. The meaty thrusting continued, his eyes on her fact, reading every expression, every nuance in the wrinkle on her brow, the flutter of an eyelash.

David couldn't believe how exquisitely tight she was. How wonderfully wet. Beautiful even with tears on her lashes from her previous orgasms, even with her lips parted around a gag... he regretted that he couldn't kiss her like this. Couldn't push his tongue into her mouth as he pushed his cock into her body. Inch after slow inch, he sank inside of her, claiming this new and virgin territory for his own, spreading it around him. With every movement she gripped and squeezed him, her body naturally massaging his cock, without any effort on his part. Of course, it might have been because of all the orgasms she'd been having, he'd hoped to overwhelm her senses so that even this new and different use for her pussy would give her pleasure. It was a good thing her legs were spread by the bar, even if she'd wanted him to stop at this point, he didn't think he could. 

But he could feel the small movements in her hips, restrained by the fact that her ankles were spread and bound, the instinctual, welcoming movements that she was making. As he slid home, he fell on top of her, burying his face into her neck and just enjoying the incredible sensation of being balls deep inside of her. She was making small sounds in her throat, and he kissed her neck, giving her time to adjust to being completely filled by a man for the first time in her life. Underneath of him, her body rolled a little, and he moaned against her shoulder as her insides clamped down on him, squeezing him tight and fast. 

"Oh baby..." he moaned, and his hips started to move immediately. He tried to be gentle, he tried to move slowly, as much as he could force himself to. She just felt so damn good.

Alanna knew that this was the sacred mating act. It had to be. Master's parts were fused with hers, and it felt incredible. There was some discomfort. An ache. No pain. She felt stretched, full, slightly uncomfortable, and that hunger was back. How it was possible she could want another orgasm, that there could be anything left in her to come again, was incomprehensible to her, but it was true. Her entire body shuddered as Master began moving, his cock pushing in and out of her just like his fingers had, but going so much deeper, spreading her so much wider. The way she was tied down, she was completely open to him, his hard body pushing against her spread thighs, plowing deep inside of her with every thrust. As he pushed himself up onto his hands, looking down at her, the angle of his entry changed and she cried out behind the gag.... he was hitting that spot, that wonderful sweet spot, that made her tighten up and stoked the fire that had already been rekindling.

Lowering his head, Master took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep into his mouth, and she felt it like an electrical line straight to her pussy where he was hitting deep inside of her. His thrusts were becoming harder, faster, and she whimpered... he slowed again, as though he knew what she was thinking, that it had hurt a little when he'd done that.

David could feel that he was going too fast for her, but it was so hard to slow down. Gripping his emotions and body tightly, he forced himself to ease down on the pace, slowing the thrusts... but he made up for it by grinding himself against her spread wetness every time their bodies came together. Alanna's body relaxed and then tensed, but this time in pleasure, not protest. His dick bounced up and down inside of her, massaging the walls of her pussy, shoving itself as deeply into her as he could. And, as she had every time this night, she responded, a convulsion suctioning down on his cock, sucking him deep inside of her. God... her already taut sheathe tightened even more and he groaned as her body pulled at him. He rubbed himself against her, watching as she whipped her head back and forth in rising ecstasy, the eroticism of the moment was raw on his nerves. Pushing harder, grinding faster, he prided himself on the muffled wail that came from behind her gag as she came all over his cock. 

And then he was lost in sensation as her spasming pussy nearly undid him. Releasing a growl from his throat, he let himself go, finally and inescapably.

Alanna sobbed her rapture, the overwhelming crash of orgasm shattering her body and taking her to new highs as Master began a bruising pace, shoving himself in and out of her body as she writhed in utter ecstasy beneath him. The spread of her legs didn't allow her to adjust, she was completely open to him, unable to slow him or steady herself, and the sensation became almost painful in its sheer power as he bore down on her. She screamed and sobbed, and writhed, her body a mass of explosive bliss that seemed never ending. When he suddenly stopped thrusting and held himself inside of her, something deep within pulsed and her back arched, her insides squeezing and milking him as her own pleasure culminated and she actually passed out for a moment.

When she opened her eyes, the hardness between her legs was softening, and she could actually feel his cock changing inside of her. Master was kissing her neck, her forehead, and his hands were behind her head, undoing the gag. When he pulled it from her mouth, Alanna whimpered, sucking in deep breaths of cool air, her lungs heaving beneath him. He was such a wonderful weight on top of her, encompassing her. Master gave her a few moments to breathe, and then he leaned in and caught her swollen lips with his, pressing his tongue into her. This time the kissing was different. Softer, more intimate. Less demanding. She kissed him back, pushing back against him, and he shuddered on top of her, his hips thrusting forward again, and she cried out into his mouth with pleasure as a shiver of that delightful culmination shivered through her again. Her body squeezed, and she felt him leave her.

Sore... so sore between her legs.

Gently, Master released her wrists from the cuffs and then his weight was off of her and he was releasing her ankles. Every muscle in her body was completely drained, and she lay there and accepted his touches as he massaged her ankles and then pressed her legs together and took her wrists, rubbing them with his fingers and hands. 

Then Master lay down next to her, stroking her sweat-dampened hair back from her face. She looked up at him with eyes half-lidded, sleep threatening to take her down again. It was the most strange and eventful day of her life. She'd been sold as a slave... and yet some part of her felt that she'd never been happier. She started to open her mouth - and then remembered his earlier order not to speak out of turn and her lips clamped shut again.

He smiled and ran his finger over her clamped lips.

"You may speak."

Alanna paused and then pursed her lips, kissing his finger.

"Thank you Master."

David's heart surged with emotion.



Submission Ch. 06



David woke the next morning and looked down at the sleeping Alanna. God, he'd only known her a day, but from the very first minute he'd seen her at the auction, being looked over by Curtis, he'd had a surge of protective feeling for her. Now he was wondering if he happened to be looking down at the perfect woman for him. Funny, how quickly she was worming her way into his affections. After just one day he wanted nothing more than to stay here in bed with her.

A silly proposition, at any rate, he had a feeling she was going to be much too sore to do everything he wanted. And he'd like to give her some time to get her bearings before he put more demands on that delicious body of hers. 

Down boy, he thought at his rampant cock. Obviously that part of his body wasn't so on board with waiting. He could understand why though, she was as beautiful asleep as she was awake, only so much more vulnerable looking. Softly parted lips just waiting to be kissed... or fucked... tousled curls spread over the pillow, soft flesh pressed against his side... and the expression on her face was so peaceful, and still lit with the glow of multiple orgasms. Looking down at that expression he felt a lot of pride, fully justified considering how much pleasure he'd been able to heap upon her last night.

That didn't mean that there wouldn't be some struggles with her of course... but to be honest, he was starting to think that he'd relish them. Having her try to verbally stop him last night and then establishing his dominance over her had been an incredible turn on for him, especially because of the way she'd submitted. She'd given herself over to him completely. 

Shit, there went his cock again.

Time to get out of bed and see about getting her some food. Carefully he untangled himself from the sheets and covered her back up before putting on some soft pants and heading downstairs to see what the staff could get them in terms of breakfast.

******

Alanna awoke to the most delicious smells. She sat up in bed to see her Master entering the room with a tray full of food. She blushed as she realized that her movement had caused the top part of her body to become uncovered, and she pulled at the sheets, bringing them up to cover her naked breasts. Master raised an eyebrow at her, looking amused and she blushed again. Perhaps it was silly to cover herself when he had seen, touched and tasted so much more of her body, but she was unused to being unclothed in front of anyone. Since he didn't say anything, she kept the sheets tucked under her armpits so that she was somewhat covered. Part of her wished she could cover her shoulders more modestly, but then she wouldn't have her hands free to eat.

She shifted under the covers as Master sat on the bed, laying the tray down between them, and winced as the movement made her very aware of just how sore her sacred female parts were. They felt... used. Which they most certainly had been. But the soreness wasn't very painful, just uncomfortable, as though she'd worked out muscles that had never been used before. Which was probably pretty close to the truth. 

"Here," Master handed her two small pills and a glass of orange liquid. "This will help with any residual pain that you have."

"Thank you Master," Alanna replied as she took the pills and swallowed them. The liquid was sweet and thick on her tongue, like nothing she'd ever had before. Females on Repiban had been kept on a strict diet, which did not include any liquid to drink other than water, although she'd seen men drinking liquids with color, but she did not know the names of any of them. Her Uncle had had a dark, almost bubbly drink every night with their evening meal. 

Master watched her drink and she lowered her eyes shyly, feeling unnerved by his close attention.

"Eat," he told her. "Whatever you like off the tray."

He himself picked up a strawberry, which she recognized. Strawberries were available on Repiban, but they were a restricted food, only meant for special celebrations like weddings and then only eaten by the bride and groom. They were supposed to have some kind of powerful force to them, that would help with the mating ritual, which must be celebrated on the wedding night. Considering that she had already done that, she wasn't sure why Master was serving her strawberries, but she was very curious as to what they tasted like, so she took one. The sweet flavor burst across her tongue, just as lovely as the orange liquid that she'd taken her pills with. After she finished her first strawberry she waited for something to happen - perhaps a renewal of that hunger between her legs? But nothing did. It just made her tongue tingle with happiness at the flavor. Shrugging she began to pick her way around the tray, choosing mostly fruit, because that's what she was familiar with.

David was enjoying watching Alanna eat, seeing the emotions and interest running across her face. Obviously the strawberries had meant something special to her, although he wasn't sure what. Watching her lick the juices from a slice of melon off her fingers was getting him hard again. The effect she had on him was ridiculous. Fortunately he'd taken the time to call out of work this morning, he would have to go in this afternoon even though he didn't want to. He'd rather stay here and continue his training with her... but there were things to be done and she would probably need a break. He was sure that she would be sore today, and he didn't want to push her too much when it came to the acts that the Repibans considered perverted. Not yet at least. 

"Here," he handed her a pastry. "Try this."

The look on her face as she bit into the sweet cheese danish was both amusing and sad. It was obvious that she'd been sheltered in more than just one way, considering her reaction to the flavorful foods and the orange juice that he'd given her. He was going to enjoy expanding so many of her horizons. Watching her greedily gobble down the pastry and then eye a similar one on the tray made him want to laugh out loud. Considering how much exercise he'd given her last night, a second pastry wasn't going to hurt her any. He picked up it, but instead of handing it to her, this one he fed to her bite by bite. The color in her face told him that his presence was affecting her, although he wasn't entirely sure if it was just embarrassment or something else.

Alanna couldn't believe that Master was feeding her. That was something that was reserved only for the First Wife of the household, to be fed the choicest bits by her husband. Of course, she supposed that since the Demogans practiced 'monogamy' that meant that she was the First Wife. But did that mean that she would also have to indulge him every time he wanted to practice the perversion of mating for pleasure? There were no other wives for him to mate with. She wasn't sure she could handle that, as wonderful as the pleasure last night had been, she was too sore this morning to mate again. The look in his eyes as he brought the wonderful, flaky, creamy food to her lips had that same look of need in it that he'd had last night, and it made her stomach flutter. Knowing exactly what he could do to her, how wonderful he could make her feel, she wondered why her people thought it was such a sin... perhaps they'd been wrong. After all, it was their planet that was gone now, not the Demogans.

Master picked up the tray and set it on a table next to the bed. 

"Come," he held out his hand, obviously wanting her to take it. She put her hand in his, feeling some trepidation, and he tugged on it, pulling her from the bed. Reluctantly she let the sheets slide from her naked body, displaying herself in front of him yet again. Sneaking a glance, she could see that his cock, as he called it, was a hard bulge at the front of his pants again, not the softened appendage that it had turned into last night after he'd been satisfied. 

He led her through a door opposite the one that they'd entered the bedroom from. There was a toilet and a sink, and another door, which he opened to reveal another room that had a giant depression in the center of it. The opposite side of it sloped up into the wall, with smooth curves and dips, and she could see straps like the ones he'd put on her wrists and ankles last night adorning that side of the room. 

"Take care of your business in here - this is your toothbrush," he told her, "and then come into there with me."

And with that he left her standing next to the toilet, door to the bedroom closed but he door to the other room open so that she could watch him step into it and turn a faucet, letting water run into that giant depression in the floor. It was a bathtub!

Realizing that she was staring, Alanna hurried over to the sink and brushed her teeth quickly with the pink toothbrush he had indicated. His was green. Then she sat on the toilet to do her business, and gasped... ow. That stung. All the parts of her body were sore, and going to the bathroom showed her how sore. Carefully she dabbed at herself with the toilet paper, being very gentle with her newly used parts. 

David was watching her from the corner of his eye as she did her business, he could tell from the way she bit her lip that her pussy was giving her some discomfort. He would have to be very gentle with her today. 

Once she came into the bathing room he helped her down into the tub and handed her a bar of sweet smelling soap. The water in the tub bubbled and frothed, like it was alive.

"I'll be right back."

Alanna sank down into the huge tub, the hot water stung and then soothed her battered parts. In fact... it felt incredible as she let her muscles relax... the water in the tub was moving and it caressed her body. As she made her way over to the side of the tub, she could feel some of the places where the water was shooting out, causing it to move. This kind of decadence was... incredible. At home everyone took turns bathing, the Husband got his bath first and then the water was used by his First Wife, then Second and down on the line to the youngest. Her baths were usually cool and quick and nothing like this at all. It was true that the Demogans lived for decadence and pleasure... but she was starting to feel that she couldn't blame them. Closing her eyes, she rested the back of her head along the lip of the far side of the tub, enjoying the play of the water over her. 

"You're soaking not washing."

Oops, her eyes popped open to see her Master standing on the far side, his hands on his hips, but he didn't actually look angry. 

"I'm sorry Master," she said, sitting up. The frothy top of the water hid the view of her body, although it made her breasts wobble, their creamy tops revealed and the rosy nipples hidden. She reached for the bar of soap that she had left on the side of the tub. 

"Stop," he stepped down into the tub with her. "Since you haven't started yet, it can wait."

With a bubble of trepidation, she realized that he was hard again. Oh no, was he going to go through the mating ritual with her again? It had felt so wonderful last night, but she knew she was still sore even though the hot water had soothed it somewhat. 

Instead Master lifted her up to part of the far side of the tub, where all the straps were, and sat her gently at the edge. He fasted a strap around her waist, holding her in place so that she couldn't slide down, and then put two straps around each of her thighs, holding them splayed. Alanna trembled, she was now spread open, like a decoration on the wall and her Master's gaze steady on her exposed parts. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, but he took those and strapped them down too. The edge of her seat was just enough to hold her up without the straps, but if she moved too much they would keep her in place. 

She bit her lip to keep from begging. This was her Master and if he wanted to mate with her again then she must accept it and hope that it did not hurt too much.

But, even though his hard cock was bobbing in front of him, he turned away from her and pumped a foamy substance into his hand, which he spread on top of the covering hair of her privates. Was he washing her? Then he took some kind of tool in his hand and turned back to her.

"Keep very still," he murmured. Laying the tool at the top of her hairline, he very gently began scraping at her delicate skin. Alanna was confused until she saw that her hair was coming away with each scrape of the tool. 

For a moment she opened her mouth to protest and then she bit down on her lip again. She had learned last night that protesting would do nothing, even if what Master wanted was strange and embarrassing for her, and her jaw was almost as sore as her female parts. If she could keep from being gagged again, she would.

David was very pleased with his slave. Even though he could tell that she wasn't happy about him shaving her, by the tension in her body and the soft sound she made before cutting it off, she was letting him do what he wanted. And she'd obviously learned her lesson about speaking out of turn. 

Slowly he bared her mound to him, enjoying the slow and intimate act of shaving her for himself. The gentle touches he gave her were also obviously turning her on, and he enjoyed watching her wetness slowly growing as he removed all of her hair. Eventually he would take her to have it removed permanently, but doing it for the first time was pure pleasure for him. He enjoyed shaving women, and he had given the tub this design for many reasons, including to make shaving easy. The straps held her in place exactly as he'd hoped, displaying and presenting her body to him.

Finally her mound was entirely smooth, a soft shell cradling the succulent pink interior. Putting down the razor, David leaned over and kissed the tip of each of her nipples, enjoying the soft moan his lips elicited. It was nice to hear her unhindered pleasure again. Then he kissed down her belly and enjoyed her gasp as his tongue drew patterns over her newly smoothed skin.

Alanna couldn't believe how different Master's mouth felt on her body without the modest covering of her hair. Her skin tingled and her breasts heaved as she squirmed against the straps that were holding her down. The surface behind her was hard, but she barely noticed as his tongue slipped into her soft folds. The sensations were so much more intense than they had been last night. She could feel each swipe of his tongue, circling, drawing patterns across her open flesh. 

Sweet juices coated David's tongue and mouth and he knelt down into the water of the bath to make his activities easier on his back. Below the water he fisted his cock, the warm swirling in the tub making his masturbation feel even more pleasurable. Alanna's pussy was even more beautiful and tasty without its hair, and he could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying the new feelings he was giving her. Gently he sucked and nibbled every millimeter of each of her folds, drawing them into his mouth one at a time, and sliding his tongue up her very center between each of them. 

Her moans and gasps were sweet music to his ears, as he pumped his cock. Knowing how sore she was, this was the best way he could make sure they both enjoyed themselves right now.

Alanna's soreness was soothed even more by Master's tongue than it had been by the bath, the pleasure mounting between her legs. From this position she could easily see down, past her heaving breasts, to his blonde hair and his mouth as he pleasured her. Some dim part of her wondered what benefit it was to him to use his mouth on her like this, but mostly she was too enraptured in the sensations filling her body to pay attention to questions like that. 

Undulating against the tub, her wrists pulled at their confinement. She wanted to put her hands on his head, twine her fingers in his air, pulled his mouth against her... oh God what was she thinking? Her thoughts were dangerous, perverted... but it felt so heavenly, how could this be wrong? 

When his mouth clamped down on her clit, Alanna's thoughts were chased away by the mounting need that she recognized from last night, as if all the feeling in her body was imploding into her core, ready to burst out again. Her hips thrust up and down, and now she recognized her movements for what they were, recognized the rhythm with which Master had mated with her last night. The memories filled her mind, the way that he had felt inside of her, on top of her, and as his tongue flicked against that most sensitive part of her body, she cried out loudly with blissful completion as the ecstasy rolled through her yet again.

David's hand moved harder on his cock as Alanna writhed in orgasm in front of her, held tight against the tilted wall by the straps, her juices sweet and heavy as she cried out. It was a beautiful sound as it echoed off the tiled walls. Part of him wanted to keep her in the bathroom all day. He rolled her clit around with his tongue, sucking hard, just to hear her make it again. 

She sobbed with the pleasure that Master gave her, body straining against her restraints as it became overwhelming. Like last night, there was nothing she could do to slow him or to release the pressure that he put on her, she could only take whatever he wanted to give her. 

He released the suction over her and licked her gently, allowing the wave of pleasure to subside, her body quivering with the amount of intense new sensations it had felt over the last 18 hours. It didn't seem possible that he could give her any more. The muscles inside of her felt sore again too, even though he hadn't penetrated her. 

Master rose up out of the water, it dripped down his body and for just a moment she wondered what it would be like to have her mouth on his body, licking off each droplet as it ran down his skin. A slave for barely 24 hours and she was already losing all the virtues of her upbringing. This man was completely undoing her.

Then her eyes focused on where his hand was, clasped tightly around his cock. Her mouth made a small 'o' as he moved his hand up and down the length of it. Glancing up, she was almost frightened to see the intense gaze he had as he looked down at her. Was he going to mate with her again? Her body was so sore... so tired...

But he just stood there, moving his hand back and forth, squeezing and pumping. She recognized that it was the same tempo that she was becoming more and more familiar with, and as his hand moved faster and he let out a moan, she felt like moaning too. Watching him, being unable to reach out and touch him and indulge her curiosity, was its own kind of pleasurable torture. 

Then his head fell back, his hand moving hard and fast, and Alanna gasped as something white and warm came shooting out of his body and landed on her stomach. His head came back down, eyes staring focused on the liquid that was now dripping down her stomach, hand still moving, as another jet of white cream came out and landed on her splayed sex. Several spurts followed, one after another, as Master made the same sounds he had last night when they were mating. 

His hand slowed, stroking more gently, and then stopped. Alanna stared at the white stuff on her. Was this her Master's seed? Was this the stuff she had heard of that created the miracle of life? 

"Master?" she asked, her voice small.

"Yes Alanna? You may speak."

"What is that?"

"This is what happens when I orgasm, this is my cum."

He put his fingers to her soft folds and rubbed. Alanna's hips jerked as a small wave of pleasure went through her, his fingers slippery in their combined juices as he rubbed his semen into her pussy. 

Then he pulled his hand away and lifted his fingers to her lips.

"Open."

His voice was so strong, so sure and confident, that her lips parted automatically and his fingers pushed into her mouth. As soon as she realized what had happened her eyes widened, and she tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go.




Submission Ch. 06



David could see that this was pushing her, perhaps farther than he had meant to, so he just gave one swipe of his fingers across her tongue to make sure that she would taste their combined juices and then he pulled his fingers out before she could protest or bite down. It was all about staying a step ahead of her.

As soon as his fingers left her mouth, Alanna's lips closed. The expression on her face was slightly disgusted, slightly intrigued and very confused. The flavors on her tongue weren't bad exactly, but they were strange, and she was sure that what Master had just done wasn't right. Then again, it wasn't right on her world and she wasn't on her world anymore, was she? 

Master smiled at her when she kept her mouth closed, so she was glad that she did. The flavor was different, but slightly sweet and very interesting. This must be what Master tasted when he put his mouth on her. Realizing that, Alanna rolled the flavor around her mouth a little. Curiosity had always been one of her pitfalls.

Then he began to undo the straps holding her up, and Alanna moaned as her limbs had to move again. She was so tired again, already.

"Now let's get you cleaned up," Master said. He arranged them in the bath so that Alanna's back was pressed against him as he took a clothe, rubbed some of the soap in it, and began to bathe her.



Submission Ch. 07



David came home that evening and had a quick word with his staff. He was relieved to hear that Alanna had ventured out of his room and was practicing walking on her high heels like he'd instructed her to, and yet at the same time wishing that he'd been the one to give her a tour of the house instead of his housekeeper. When he heard that she was in the TV room he left the staff to finish setting up for dinner and hastened his steps. It was almost unnerving to realize how much he was anticipating seeing this woman, who hadn't even been part of his life three days ago. But he wanted to know what she had done with the minutes that had passed while he was away at work, wanted to see if there were any changes in her. And if there weren't, then he wanted to introduce her to new things and make some changes. 

He found her sitting on his wide leather couch in the rec room, legs curled up under her body to hide the bare skin of her lower legs, clutching a cushion between her arms which hid the expanse of bosom and skin that would be otherwise exposed. The program she was watching featured models in long gowns and big artistic dresses, spinning and walking as they showed off the latest fashions. Although David couldn't see the appeal, Alanna was so involved in the program that she didn't even notice him until he cleared his throat and stepped into the room. 

When her wide eyes met his he smiled reassuringly, letting her know that she wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Did you enjoy your afternoon?" he asked.

"Yes Master," she said quietly. "I've been watching your television."

"I see that," he laughed gently. Carefully he walked over to her, making sure not to move too quickly.

Alanna thought he looked quite splendid in his work clothes, they were cut to emphasize his broad shoulders and muscled body, but still covering him modestly and completely. She wondered why she didn't get to wear more modest clothing.

Kneeling at her feet, David traced his finger along the hemline of her skirt, the way she was curled up meant that only her knees were exposed to him. Alanna shivered as his fingers traced small circles on her skin, pushing the hemline back and up her thighs. She clutched the cushion tighter, unsure if she was allowed to reach out and touch him back. 

Seeing her hands move, David reached up and gently pulled the cushion out of her grasp, tossing it lightly to the side on the couch. Leaning over her body, he straddled her thighs with his own, his knees on either side of her as he pushed her legs down so that they were between his, her feet no longer tucked beneath her. Alanna stared up at him, her hands resting on her lap, fingers twined together. 

"What would you like to happen right now Alanna?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire for her as he brushed soft curls out of her face, running his hand through the silky strands. His other arm was right next to her face, hand holding him steady on the back of the couch. 

Alanna looked up at him, unsure if there was a correct answer to his question. Her blood was humming through her veins, and she realized how little she cared about the television program. It had just been a distraction until her powerful and attractive Master returned. Now that he was asking her... she decided to be honest.

"May I touch you?" she asked, her voice shy and hesitant. 

The question sent a shudder down David's spine. His cock was already rock hard in his pants just from being so near to her again, he hadn't been sure if she would be able to answer him or not, if she would have the courage to answer, he'd only hoped. That her biggest desire to touch him was even more of a turn on for him. 

"Yes," he told her, his hard body looming over her. 

She raised her hands tentatively, pressing them against his chest. Then she lifted on of them and brought it to his face, touching the blonde stubble on his chin with soft fingers. His face was the only bare skin she could touch other than his hands, and she explored his skin with her finger tips. When she put her fingers on his lips, he parted them and gently bit down on her fingertip, making her gasp. Even though his body was practically trapping hers, making a cage around her, Alanna felt quite safe. Or maybe safe wasn't the word... but she believed that he wouldn't hurt her. Her pulse was racing as he sucked her finger into his mouth, sliding his tongue sensuously over the digit. The sight was both terrifying and mesmerizing. Only a few days with him and already she was becoming such a different person that she barely recognized herself anymore. 

Her other hand rubbed his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothing, but she didn't feel brave enough to take off any of his clothes. Instead she reached up and touched the soft skin of his neck, letting her hand slide back around so that she could run the soft bristles of hair at the back of his neck over her fingers. The heat in her Master's eyes flamed and he growled low in his throat, his teeth biting down on her finger again. 

Slowly his thighs spread, lowering his body down so that they were face to face. Releasing her finger from his mouth, Master leaned forward and kissed her. She parted her lips immediately, letting his tongue into her mouth, kissing him back with hers. It felt wonderful to be able to kiss him while her fingers stroked the back of his neck, pulling him against her as she made hungry mewling sounds in her throat. The quick response of her eager body nearly undid David, he couldn't believe how responsive she was. He knew that he had to get control over the situation before he ended up ravishing her before she was ready. 

Taking her wrists, he pulled her hands off of him and put them by her side as she moaned a protest, the sound muffled by his passionate kiss. Sliding his hands under the neckline of her dress, he pulled it down swiftly. The neckline was wide enough that he could get it over her shoulders but tight enough that as it bunched around her arms it secured them in place. She wriggled beneath him as his hands dipped into her bra, scooping out her breasts so that the fabric of the bra pushed them up and together. The smooth skin and soft mounds beneath his palms were heavenly, and he could feel her nipples hardening against his hands as he squeezed and played with her breasts. 

Although Alanna wanted to touch her Master more, she couldn't deny that being trussed up in her own clothing made that spot between her legs even hotter. She rubbed her thighs together, her hips pushing up and rubbing against the underside of her Master's body, eager and needy. His hands on her breasts caressed and massaged, making her wild with hungry need. Arching her back she thrust her breasts into his hands, begging for more with her body, as her kiss became more frantic. She didn't even notice that she was pushing her tongue into his mouth brazenly and deeply. 

David pulled away from her sweet lips, leaving them gasping and swollen as he slid down to the floor. Taking one knee in each hand he pulled them apart, her skirt riding up as her sweet thighs spread. She made a wonderful sight, parted pink lips in a flushed face, her arms secured at her sides, breasts tilted up by her bra and tipped with hard pink nipples, her creamy thighs opening to admit him to heave. Putting her legs over his arms, her knees resting in his elbows, he grasped her hips and pulled her body down the couch until her legs were spread wide open and her ass was almost hanging off the edge of the couch. The damp spot on her panties confirmed the scent of her arousal in the air. With a low groan, David pressed his mouth against her satin covered mound, blowing air through the thin fabric and right onto her already heated pussy. 

Alanna cried out, her hips jerking. His hands pressed down on her forearms, keeping them securely in place on either side of her body as he teased her through the underwear, his tongue tracing patterns that she could barely feel. She let out a long, low moan, her hips rubbing up and down as he pressed his lips gently against her, her body aching for more contact from him. 

"Oh please," she moaned, forgetting herself. 

Master nipped at her, the sharp bite sending a burst of pleasurable pain through her body and she rocked. 

"I like to hear you moan," he told her, sternly but with laughter in his eyes, "but if you want to ask for something you must request to speak first." 

"Yes Master," Alanna blushed deeply. This man was completely undoing her. She hadn't meant to speak, because she knew it was wrong to ask for what she wanted. What she wanted was a sin. 

Then her Master's strong hands grasped her panties and tore them from her body, her body jerking as the flimsy fabric was wrenched off of her. She didn't know it, but David had requested that all of her underwear be easily shredded, because he wasn't always patient enough to get out of position to get them off of her. And in case she was tied up, it would be easier to just tear them off. With her slender legs draped over him, her pink pussy so close in reach, he wasn't willing to take the time to rearrange them. With her pretty pink pussy, smoothly shaved, open to his eager eyes, like a flower filled with morning dew, he just had to dive in. He loved a bare pussy. 

Alanna moaned and thrashed, her arms turning over in her Master's grip so that she could wrap her fingers around his arms. The fact that he was fully clothed while she was completely exposed to him created a dichotomy that aroused her even further, the clearest indication that he had power over her... and yet he was the one on his knees. His tongue slid between her tender folds, teasing and licking, rubbing her most sensitive places with its ridged texture. When he pressed his face down, stiffened his tongue and darted it inside of her, she clutched at his arms, fingers digging in as she thrashed with passion. 

Heated moans filled the air as he suckled at her core, pulling her bare pussy lips into his mouth and gently biting up and down their length. She shook her head back and forth, her breasts wobbling on her chest as he pleasured her, unable to control her own body's reactions to the heated bliss that was rising inside of her. 

"OH MASTER!" she cried as his tongue teased against her clit. her insides tightening and then releasing in a glorious explosion of ecstasy that soared even higher as his mouth closed over the tender bud, sucking it hard while she rubbed her hips up and down, brazen in her throes of passion. David sucked hard at her body, sweetness filling is mouth as he tried to suckle on as much of her as he could, flicking her engorged clit inside of his mouth with his tongue over and over again as she writhed for him, lips parted and breasts heaving as she strained against him, the pleasure completely overwhelming. 

Slowly he released the suction he had on her body, lapping at the sweet nectar that had spilled from her. Alanna's death grip on his arms loosened and she let out a soft sigh of contentment as he laved at her swollen pussy, her pulse slowing and her breathing becoming more even. His dick was so hard... he didn't want to push her, but maybe...

Pulling back and letting her legs fall from his arms, David shrugged off his suit jacket. He'd already taken off his tie, when he'd first come home as he always did, but he began unbuttoning his shirt. Alanna pushed herself up, not moving from where he had placed her right on the edge of touch, just sitting up straight with her arms down at her sides. It was like they were meant to be together, she always did exactly what he would have liked her to do. Right now her eyes were following his fingers as he bared his body. As he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, her teeth bit into her soft lip in anxious anticipation. 

Leaving his fly open, but not letting his cock free, he looked at the beauty in front of him, her hair tousled sexily from where it had rubbed against the couch as she'd writhed with orgasm.

"Stand," he told her, and she did.

Still on his knees he pulled the dress down from her body, leaving her in nothing but the bra which was supporting but not covering her breasts. Master leaned forward and kissed the top of her mound, his tongue flicking out to tease the entrance of her slit and the little bud nestled there. The sudden slick dart of pleasure made her gasp.

"Sit."

Immediately she sank back down, sitting on the edge of the couch, grateful that he hadn't made her stand on her wobbly legs for longer. 

"Would you like to touch me again Alanna?" he asked, his voice soft, coaxing but not demanding. "Answer honestly."

Oh she was bad... she was not a good girl at all, but when he looked at her with his shirt unbuttoned and his body partially revealed to her, she did want to touch him. Very badly. And to feel the differences in their bodies with her own hands. But she couldn't say the word. She opened her mouth, wanting to say yes, knowing she should say no, and her voice got stuck in her throat.

"Nod or shake your head. Do you want to touch me?" His voice was patient with her, as if he understood how hard this was for her.

Alanna nodded.

Master smiled at her and took her hand by the wrist, bringing it up to touch his body. She sucked in her breath as her finger tips touched the hard muscles of his chest, his skin was so soft and small patch of hair on his chest was softly wiry. Touching him was so involving, as her hand explored, that she didn't even notice he had loosened his grip on her wrist and that she was the one controlling their movements. He didn't let go, because he didn't want her to stop touching him. The light teasing touch of her fingers was wonderfully erotic, knowing that he was probably the first man she had ever touched was an incredible turn on, and seeing her wide eyes get even bigger, her breasts moving as the pace of her breathing increasing as she touched him. 

Putting some pressure on her wrist, he maneuvered her hand down his stomach. Alanna held her breath as her hand skimmed over the soft skin, Master angling her fingers so that the heel of her hand was facing up and her fingers were leading the way down to the forbidden area of his pants. When he pushed her hand down into his pants, his fingers closing over hers to wrap her hand around his hard cock, she thought she might faint. Then she remembered to breathe and she parted her lips, sucking in a deep breath of cool air, her fingers still wrapped around the thick, throbbing piece of meat. Seeing her pouted open lips, David wished that he dared introduce her to pleasuring him orally, but one step at a time. She was looking shocked just to have her hand around him. 

Pressing down on her slender fingers, he began to move her hand up and down his turgid shaft, showing her how to squeeze and move, jerking him off. Alanna's eyes were locked in on what her hand was doing, her other hand resting beside her on the couch as all of her focus narrowed to her Master and the pleasure she was giving him. His hips moved with her hand, and she recognized the erotic rhythm, feeling a corresponding throb deep in her body. Despite the hard inner core of his cock, the skin was so soft, especially at the tip where the end of him flared out like a mushroom top. When their hands went to the tip and grasped it, pushing down over the entire length, Master groaned and his hips jerked forward.

Alanna realized that she was making him feel good, the same way that he made her feel good with his fingers and mouth. Would he like her mouth as well? The idea of putting him in her mouth was far too frightening for her to truly consider, although when a small drop of pearly liquid gathered at the tip of him, she couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like if she licked it away. 

"Scoot forward," Master told her, his voice hoarse. She glanced up at him, that powerful, hungry look was back in his eyes. Obediently she scooted forward so that she was barely perched on the edge of the couch. Then his free hand, the one that wasn't stroking himself with hers, came up between her legs, rubbing the outside of her female parts, massaging. She whimpered as his fingers massaged her delicate folds, coaxing liquid from her core. Without realizing it, her hand tightened on him in reaction to the warmth that was starting to build, her thighs automatically spreading a little further as he stroked and rubbed at her wetness. 

Although David had planned on giving her a full day of rest, he realized that she didn't really need it. Her body was so wet and ready for him... but she would be sore on the inside. He could help with that. Gently he slid one finger inside of her, and nearly lost control of his balls as she let out a throat moan, her head falling back as her hips moved forward. Yes, she was ready and needy for it. 

Master's finger twirled inside of her, stretching her open, reminding her body of all the promise of pleasure that she could find with him. Thoughts of what made her a good or bad girl faded, her confusion giving way to raw erotic need as his finger pumped in and out of her. She clasped his cock, moving her hand up and down as though she was trying to tug him closer to her, aiming him for the place she wanted him most. As a second finger pushed into her, widening her hole and re-stretching her muscles, she shuddered with the strong hungry desire that was filling her entire body, the slow build of heat between her legs that she knew would end in glorious orgasm. 

For one brief moment, the strictures of her former society flashed through her head, and she wondered how anyone could possibly complete the mating ritual without pleasure? Everything her Master did to her felt so wonderful, so right. 

Twisting his fingers inside of her tight body, David brushed his thumb over her clit, enjoying the sounds of her moans. When he leaned forward and caught one pert nipple between his lips, sucking on the tender bud and flicking it with his tongue, she writhed and if her thighs hadn't been spread so wide and Master's fingers pushing up inside of her, she would have fallen off the couch. Her hand moved harder and faster on him, and he finally let it go so that he could grasp both of her beautiful breasts in his hand. Alanna was so caught up in the rising pleasure building between her legs that she didn't even notice she was moving her hand over his cock without his guidance. 

Before she could culminate her passion, Master pulled back and she opened her mouth to protest but quickly snapped it shut again. Realizing how hard on his cock, she quickly released it from her fingers, but his hand went back over hers, making her hold the shaft. Moving forward on his knees, Master held her fingers around his cock as it came closer and closer to her spread pussy. She moaned as the tip touched her body and then he used her hand to rub his cock up and down her wet pink slit. 

Alanna couldn't take her eyes away from the sight of his thick mushroom-y head getting glossy and wet as it rubbed up and down her splayed pink parts, the view entirely unobstructed now that she was shaved. That her hand was around his cock just made everything even stranger for her, but she also got even hotter and wetter. Then Master used her hand to press the head of his cock against her hole and he began to push in. Alanna's mouth made a small 'o' as she looked down at the him pushing into her body. She shuddered. 

David released her hand and drew her arms up to his shoulders so that she could hold onto him. Alanna's hands wrapped around the back of his neck as she looked up at him. 

"Keep watching us," he ordered huskily, nodding his head down to where the head of his cock was buried inside of her. He wanted her to watch as she was penetrated. Immediately Alanna's eyes dropped back down to the new and erotic sight, her breathing heavy as her body adjusted to the intrusion of the wide part of his head. She ached for him to move deeper, the way he'd invaded her last night. Sliding his arms under her legs, he settled her bent knees into the crook of his arms as his hands gripped her ass and pulled her forward a little more. 




Submission Ch. 07



If it wasn't for his support and her hands around his neck she would have been woefully off balance and unable to watch the ravishment of her body. Alanna moaned as Master pushed deeper inside of her. The wide spread of her legs and the way that her body was forced to curl in order to hold onto him gave her the most incredible view of his cock stretching her open and sinking deeper. When he pulled out a little she could see that she had covered him in slick juices. 

"That's beautiful," he murmured in her ear, the feeling of his breath on her neck sent shivers down her body and she clenched, making him groan and his hips thrust forward, sinking another inch into her. They both watched as he buried himself inside of her. She couldn't believe how much watching the penetration turned her on, she could feel everything intensely and fully, his whole cock filling her up as her tunnel convulsed around him, muscles stretching and contracting. Yes she was a little sore from the night before, but it felt so good that she didn't care. 

Her hands tightened on the back of his neck, fingers running over the stiff bristles of hair, as he held himself inside of her, just enjoying watching her writhe on top of him and seeing the glow in her face as she stared at the juncture where their bodies met. This was turning her on just as much as it was him, and his dick felt like it was made out of stone. 

Slowly he began to pull out, and then pushed back in as gently as he could. Alanna let out a low moan, her thighs trembling as he speared her, stretching her open again. Her knees tightened around his legs, as if she was trying to pull him farther into her. That was all the encouragement David needed. He started moving steadily, firmly, but not roughly, making love to this sweet, wonderful woman who had gotten so much farther under his skin than he would have thought possible. She was so open for him, despite the fact that it went against her upbringing, and he wanted to reward her for that, he wanted to send her out of this world with pleasure. 

Leaning forward he nudged his face under hers, finding her lips for a kiss, pressing her back against the couch so that she was lying flat on her back, no longer able to watch but not caring either, as their tongues danced together. Her lips were soft and molded to his easily, her splayed legs pressing against his body as he thrust and ground against her. 

Alanna cried out, her passion muffled by his kiss. The new position made him feel so much deeper inside of her, as though he was pushing into her from one end and was going to come out of the other. The thick stalk pounded into her as she rippled around him, her legs straining to close around his body... she didn't want to close him out, no she wanted to wrap her legs around him and use them to pull him further into her, deeper, harder. The best part about this new position was that it allowed her to move her hips back against him, the needy hungry breast inside of her spurring to further and further efforts.  She arched and bounced beneath him, her body following the movements that it wanted to make naturally, gripping and grinding, shuddering and clutching at his back with her fingers and nails. 

The unbridled passion that he had awakened in her was making David lose control over his body, he could tell that he was going to cum soon. Releasing one of her legs from his arms, he hooked it around his back, and she immediately began flexing her knee, pulling him into her every time he moved away. His now free hand went to the top of the juncture at her thighs and pressed down firmly on her clit, rubbing. 

Alanna had already been about to orgasm, as soon as Master's fingers rubbed against her she was shot into the spiraling glory of pleasure that had been growing, a vortex of ecstasy that made her quiver and writhe beneath his thrusting body. He swelled up inside of her, her hands and free leg grasping him close as he grunted and moved, her rapture growing with every hard thrust until he finally burst open, his semen shooting into her body and filling her up. As he groaned his culmination, Alanna's fingernails dug deep into his shoulders and she arched her back, letting out an impassioned cry as she felt the jets of liquid pulsing into her. 

Master kept her writhing before him, his thumb making slow circles on her clit as he moved his upper body away, his slowly softening cock still buried inside of her as she whimpered and twisted, the aftershocks of her pleasure gripping her body as he manipulated her pussy.  

The sight of Alanna's flushed skin, the sweet glow of pleasure on her face, her breasts still propped up by the bra, was the most beautiful thing David had ever seen. He wanted to see her like this all the time. 

She sighed softly as he released the pressure on her clit, her body shuddering with one last sweep of pleasure as Master pressed his body against her and lowered his mouth for a careful kiss. Their lips pressed together, gently, exploring without ulterior motive. 

Then he pulled back and she tilted her head up at him, a beautiful smile on her face. 

"Alanna, I want to make you happy," he told her. "Do you think you can be happy here, with me?" 

Oh what a question... he was so different from everything she had ever experienced. He had done things to her body that she should have found repellant, abhorrent. And instead she wanted him to do them over and over and over again. Alanna lifted her face up to him, eyes bright with the pleasure that he'd brought her. 

"Yes Master, I think I could be very happy here with you." And then she took real control for the very first time and pulled him down for a kiss. David smiled against her lips. Maybe tonight he'd punish her for that... but probably not. They had plenty of time for him to teach her everything he wanted her to know.



Submission Ch. 08



"Present yourself," ordered David.

Alanna immediately got into the position that her Master had taught her, kneeling on the bed with her legs spread and her arms behind her backs. His eyes ran appreciatively over her. Walking around behind her, he cuffed her wrists together before returning to her front. She was completely naked and exposed except for the butterfly vibrator which he had put on her, securing it around her hips and over her clit. They were going to try something new tonight.

Getting up onto the bed, David arranged himself sitting up with his back against pillows covering the headboard and his legs slightly spread, holding the remote to the vibrator in his hand. 

"Come here Alanna."

It was a slight struggle to move with her hands cuffed behind her back. Unused to the position as she moved on her knees she almost lost her balance a few times, but finally she was in between Master's legs, about half a foot away from his body. His big hand was curled around his heavy erection, and she had trouble not looking at it. The afternoon had been long without him, dinner with him had been delicious and now he was here and she wanted so badly to know what they were going to do. The excitement in his eyes made her even more excited. The odd thing he'd strapped to her body felt good pressed over her shaved female parts and it made her want to wiggle against it to receive move contact from it.

"You're going to touch me again Alanna," he told her. She looked at him confused, how could she touch him with her hands behind her back? Master smiled. "You're going to touch me with your mouth." He pushed the button and the vibrator purred to life on her body, set low. The sudden fluttering sensation against her sensitive clit made Alanna jump and close her thighs together hard. It felt... wonderful. Teasing. The heat between her legs seemed to flush her entire body with embarrassment. She still hesitated, trying to figure out how to touch him with her mouth without falling on top of him. The buzz between her thighs didn't seem like it was going to help her with that either. 

Master reached out and gripped her by the back of her head, fingers woven into her hair. The contact made her shiver. It was so controlling. Then he pulled her head down, his hand keeping his erection pointed up his belly as her lips came closer to his balls. "Lick me here Alanna."

"No!"

The word was out of her mouth before she could think about it. She tried to pull away from his hand... she couldn't lick him there! It was wrong. The heavy, sweaty smell of man filled her nose and made her mouth water, her face was so close to his body. 

"I am displeased Alanna."

"I c-c-c-can't," she stammered. "It's wrong."

"Not following your Master's orders is wrong."

The buzz against her female parts suddenly stopped and Alanna groaned at the cessation. It had felt so wonderful. Then, suddenly, Master was pulling her, against him, his legs closing beneath her and then she was laying across his thighs. The hot thick staff of his cock was pressing against her side.

"You do what I tell you to Alanna," he said gently but firmly, "or you will be punished."

Alanna cried out as his hand came down hard on her butt. 

SLAP!

She wriggled on top of him, trying to get away from the pain and the heat that suffused her back side. Again and again his hand came down, occasionally caressing her heated flesh in between the slaps.

CRACK! SLAP! 

Even though it hurt she didn't ask him to stop. What he had said was true, her only concern should be what her Master wanted. The leaders on her planet would have told her that she should be concerned for her soul, that she should resist the perversions of her Demagon Master, but they were the reason she was here. Why should she care what they thought? Until she had said no, she hadn't realized how deeply their instructions had been burrowed into her mind... she hadn't realized that part of her was still clinging to the statutes of her old life.

This was not like the beating her Uncle had given her when she'd misbehaved. This gave her all sorts of other feelings.The shame of her Master's disappointment, her secret joy in the helplessness of her body against his, and confused feelings of desire swirled around in her, an overwhelming mix of emotion.

As she accepted the punishment that her Master was giving her, she realized that although the spanking did hurt it was also making her needy between her legs. The feeling wasn't just leftover from the vibrations of the contraption that he'd strapped onto her, the heat from her spanking, the caress of his hands on her sore bottom, all of it was combining to make her... aroused. She wondered what was wrong with her that her Master would punish her and she would not just accept it as a just punishment, but she wanted it. 

David could feel Alanna relax and submit to the punishment. He knew that he was pushing her boundaries, faster than he had originally meant to, but he thought he was reading her body language correctly and that she was ready for it. The heat from her pink cheeks was beautiful, and he didn't know if she realized it, but she was humping her hips and actually pushing her bottom up for more. Even without the vibrator on this was arousing her. The girl might be feisty but she was also a natural born submissive with an appetite for being hurt a little. 

After giving thirty sturdy smacks to her bottom, he just squeezed and caressed her flesh, listening to her moan before he pushed her back onto her legs. Now she was kneeling with her mouth over his crotch, but she was kneeling to his side rather than between his legs. Flicking on the vibrator again, he pushed her face back down to his balls.

"Lick me Alanna," he ordered. This time her soft pink tongue came out and tentatively licked. As a reward he turned up the speed on the vibrator a little bit and she moaned. Her tongue took a broader and longer path across his sack. He was purposefully arousing her with the vibrator while introducing her to oral sex. In fact he planned to use a vibrator on her every time she gave him head. Not enough for her to get off, but enough for her to become wound up. It was like Pavlov's dogs... if he began by turning her on every time she gave him head, eventually she would get turned on every time she gave him head without any outside manipulation. It would become her body's natural response to taking him between her pouty lips.

"Very good, Alanna. Now very gently I want you to suck on me there, don't use your teeth. Suck each of my balls into your mouth one at a time."

When Master moaned as she followed his directions, Alanna felt herself filled with pride. The sore warmth of her butt was still aching a little, but the pleasure coming from the buzzing thing between her legs was turning that discomfort into something else. Master tasted good in her mouth, and although it was hard to lean over and lick him with her hands cuffed behind her back, part of her was enjoying the challenge. When she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, the expression on his face made her feel even hotter. Though he wasn't touching her at all, she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her, the wetness in her pussy coating her. The feel of him, soft and rolling, in her mouth was strange but wonderful, and she loved seeing how she affected him as she sucked.

This time, when Master twined his hand in her hair and began to move her off of his balls and forced her lips to travel up the length of his cock, she didn't protest. Instead she just enjoyed the new sensations, the difference between the two areas... his cock was so much harder, although the skin was still soft and silky to her tongue. When her mouth reached the top of his shaft she licked delicately around the curved underside of the bulbous head before sliding her tongue over the slightly rougher mushroom. Something white was gathered at the tip, and when she licked it there was a slightly bitter but mostly sweet flavor. Master's hips thrust up when she did that, and a surge of joy when through her. She was making him react the same way that he made her react! The feeling of power was heady.

"Open up Alanna, I want you to suck me. No teeth."

Although she didn't completely understand what he meant, Alanna opened her lips and Master's hand pushed her down onto his cock. It filled her mouth, thrusting upwards and hitting the back of her throat. For a moment Alanna struggled and her teeth started to close, but a thick hard slap to her breast promptly stopped that. Unsure of what to do, she froze, her nipple throbbing where Master's palm had hit it. The contact seemed to have sent a wave of pleasure to her pussy, even though it hurt. 

"Suck on me Alanna, move your head up and down and suck. Relax. Breathe. You can do this."

Her Master's faith in her helped restore some of her confidence. He said she could do it, and so she must. Clamping her lips down, she moved her head up and down on him, helped by his hand which was still guiding her. His hips thrust up to meet her as she moved down, forcing more and more of him between her lips. It was hard not to struggle, but she just clamped her lips around him and sucked, the way he had told her to. When he moaned his pleasure, the vibrations between her legs went up another notch and Alanna moaned around the meat in her mouth. The sensation of her muffled voice around his cock seemed to affect Master, in a good way, and she did it again experimentally, receiving a corresponding moan from him.

Although she would have to learn more technique, Alanna's enthusiasm and sweet innocence were undoing David. Also, he'd gotten just as turned on from her spanking as she had. Letting go of the vibrator's remote - he couldn't turn it up any farther without risking her orgasming from it - he put both of his hands on top of her head to slow her movements.

"Get between my legs Alanna." Although the visual from the side was very nice, he knew that it would be easier for her if she was between his legs and coming straight down onto his erection with her mouth. But he kept his hands on her head, holding her in place on his dick while she shift position. Her tongue licked him as the suction continue. The desire to please him was evident in her eyes as she looked up at him, cock half buried between her lips. Beautiful. So easily trainable. She was meant for pleasure.

Kneeling between her Master's legs, Alanna found the position much easier. She could take more of him into her mouth, his cock curving straight toward her throat rather than into her cheek. When he pushed her down on a particularly deep thrust, the tip of him tapped against something that made her throat muscles ripple, her stomach heaving unpleasantly. She whimpered, sudden tears forced into her eyes. Fortunately Master let her rear back a little so that just his head was in her mouth.

"It's okay Alanna." Master's hands stroked her head, soothing her. "That's your gag reflex. We'll work on that. Just be careful to try not to hit it too hard and you'll be fine. When I push in, relax and try to swallow, like if you were drinking something and that will help."

When he pushed in again Alanna tried to follow his directions and found that it did help, especially because now she knew what to expect. It didn't surprise her this time and it was easier to work past the sensation. After a few more bobs of her head she was able to figure out how to angle him so that he didn't hit the most sensitive part of the back of her throat. 

The longer Alanna worked on his cock, the better she got at it. She was a smart woman, and she was able to read his body language and signals to know what he liked. The low moans she made in the back of her throat vibrated up his cock, she could tell that he liked it when she sucked hard as she pulled off of him, and that he liked the pressure of her teeth cushioned behind her lips. As her own arousal grew without fulfillment her suckling became more frantic, more needy as her body automatically tried to focus on something other than her unfulfilled and needy pussy. 

"Ooooooooh," her Master moaned. "Alanna I'm going to cum... swallow it, swallow all of it..."

It was barely enough warning as fluid suddenly spurted in her mouth. She could feel the strange pulses on the bottom of his shaft as it traveled through and then out of him, filling her mouth... bitterly sweet... she almost gagged at the unfamiliar flavor but Master's hands held her firmly in place on him, most of his cock shoved into her mouth, and she swallowed. Seeing him writhing before her was incredible, and she sucked hard as more liquid poured into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of control as he spilled himself into her. The heat in her pussy built to an almost unbearable height and she was so close... so close to her own culmination. As Master softened inside her mouth, the neediness inside of her became more insistent. She started feeling a little frantic, her soft mewlings as she continued sucking on his flagging member becoming louder.

"Good girl," Master stroked her hair again, making her shudder with pleasure at his touch and his accolade. "Good girls are rewarded."

She cried out with surprise as he pulled her up and turned them both over so that Alanna was lying on her back, legs spread. Picking up the vibrator remote, David pushed two fingers inside of her, the tips curving up to stroke that sweet spot inside her shuddering tunnel. Her folds were slick with juices, her body on the edge of its fulfillment. As he pumped his fingers he pushed the vibrator up to its highest setting, and Alanna practically levitated off of the bed as her orgasm crashed into her. Her body arched, thrusting her breasts into the air, her legs curling, her pussy tightening over his fingers. As she shook with passion, her loud cries rending the air, David let her writhe in ecstasy for a moment before turning the intensity down a few notches.

Alanna's body relaxed onto the bed, still shuddering with pleasure as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Then he started building the intensity on the vibrator back up, notch by notch, watching with delight as a second orgasm quickly built and then crested. She was awash in sensation, Master's fingers inside of her, the buzzing on her sensitive parts sending her into small explosions of rapture. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, she felt his power over her acutely, all the pretend control she'd had with his cock in her mouth had vanished, and she was nothing but a slave to his will and his pleasure, unable to control her own body's responses. Her pussy felt swollen and sopping, the juicy sounds that Master's fingers made as he pumped her were sloppy. As the high intensity of the vibrator fluttered against her sensitive clit, she felt the sensations become overwhelming, and she cried out wordlessly, unable to control herself enough to ask for release from the sensory overload. Her body thrashed and writhed, her arms pulling against their confinement, until Master finally slowed the intensity again. 

The multiple orgasms had wrung her out. She moaned fitfully as Master leaned over and kissed each of her hard nipples, suddenly realizing that he hadn't touched her breasts at all until now. Even so, they felt incredibly sensitive. He pulled the contraption off of her hips. Alanna didn't protest as he spread her legs and kissed up her thighs, licking off the juices that coated the tops. His tongue against her sensitive folds was almost too much to bear, the rough texture swiping across her tender flesh, rubbing her aching bud. Small waves of pleasure rolled through her... not full orgasms, but little sparks of orgasmic pleasure that made her toes curl as he licked and sucked at her. Slowly the touch became more soothing than arousing and Alanna's whimpers turned to sighs of contentment.

When Master lay on top of her, kissing her, she could taste herself on him. It was different from the way he tasted. Muskier. Sweeter.

Afterwards he undid her cuffs from behind her back and gathered her into his arms where she quickly fell asleep.



Submission Ch. 09



The next day David had to work a full day. He got up early, strapped the butterfly vibrator onto Alanna, and aroused her while she gave him head. Then he deliberately took it off of her and left for work without giving her an orgasm. Before leaving he told her that she was allowed to go anywhere in the house except the locked door, that she could go out on the back patio if she wanted but to stay on the pathways, and that she was not allowed to play with herself or make herself cum.

That last order covered an area that Alanna hadn't even considered. Her needy flesh was wet and ripe, but she had never played with herself at home. The idea of self-pleasure was completely against everything Alanna had been brought up believing in; there weren't even any strictures against it because the concept was never introduced. At least, not that Alanna knew of. But Alanna had now done many things that her people considered abhorrent. She was a pervert; she loved sex and the feeling of her Master's mouth on her, his body inside of hers. The arousal that he built in her as he pleasured himself in her mouth was becoming something she craved as well. The feeling of him rubbing back and forth over her tongue, her lips wrapped around him, the struggle not to gag... it was all a challenge. And she loved that when she had him in her mouth, she had a kind of power over him. It was her actions that made him groan and move, that caused the swelling and the spurting. This morning it hadn't taken him nearly as long before he was spilling his seed in her mouth. When she'd automatically swallowed every drop he'd told her what a good girl she was.

Unfortunately, this morning she hadn't been rewarded like she had last night. Her need was an itch that she couldn't scratch. That she didn't know how to scratch. But she wanted to be good for her Master and so instead of satisfying her curiosity about how she might make herself come, she explored the house. It was a big house with lots of rooms and paintings, she sat staring at some of the landscapes for awhile. In the library she found a dizzying array of books. The staff in the kitchen made her feel welcome, as did the housekeeper Mrs. Brighton. They fed her treats, things she'd never tasted before, and seemed entertained by her surprise and delight in the foods they gave her. Apparently they didn't consider any of it to be extra special, but for Alanna it was a banquet of new and exciting flavors. She particularly liked the sweets, especially the one called "chocolate" and she ate as much of that as they would give her.

During her exploration of the house she did find the locked door.

She went outside and walked around the patio, but she couldn't find any windows that looked into the room, despite the fact that the door was towards the back of the house. Where did it lead to? What was in it? Why wasn't she allowed in there? Was there something dangerous behind it? What was the lock keeping out - or in? Questions like these bothered Alanna. She was in a new place and anything unknown seemed dangerous. Although her Master seemed caring and kind, despite his demand for obedience and the spanking she'd received last night, was there some terrible secret that he was hiding?

So there were two things tickling at her curiosity: wondering how she might make herself cum and wondering what was behind that door.

When her Master came home that night she did her best to be good. She answered all his questions about her day and her previous life. The description of her edible explorations seemed to amuse him, and he said that would set up some time with a personal trainer for her and he wanted her to have some other instruction in various topics while he was away, to help her acclimate to her new life.

David was amused at Alanna's inability to sit still through dinner. Watching her come alive as she talked about her day was pure joy, especially her excitement about the library and the food. He'd have to have a word with the cook though - too many sweets wouldn't be good for her. There were plenty of tasty things they could give her that would be healthy. It almost appalled him, her delight in delicious dishes, showing him exactly how deprived she had been on her home world. Her excitement over something as simple as whipped cream was saddening to him. Except that now he could make up for the lack. He could tell from the way she was wriggling, her anticipating eyes upon him, that she was hoping for some physical satisfaction.

Less than a week and she was already turning into a pleasure hound... he was very happy with her development. This morning her oral skills had been slightly improved and just as enthusiastic. Her excitement now meant that he could indulge himself in her body tonight. Considering that she'd been a virgin a few days ago he wanted to move slowly and to give her plenty of rest in between bouts of pleasure for these first few days, but her physical needs were as hungry for him as he was for her.

After dinner and dessert David took Alanna up to the bedroom, peeling her out of her dress while she shivered with excitement. Cuffing her wrists with soft leather, he put them behind her back so that her breasts jutted out at him and led her over to the bed. Alanna's hands twitched against each other in excitement.

Master sat down on the bed and pulled her on top of him so that she was on her knees, straddling his lap. The position put her breasts directly in his face and he began to caress and fondle them, the soft stroking making Alanna moan as she craved more contact. She pushed her breasts at him, trying to get more and he responded by moving his fingers to her sensitive nipples, pinching the tender buds. Alanna's head fell back as she panted. The sweet sensations were going straight to her pussy, which had no contact with anything. She started rocking her hips as Master played with her breasts, trying to drive her soft folds down onto his lap... but she was splayed directly over the space where his legs touched, and her own body made it impossible for her.

"Oh please, please Master," she begged, her body writhing on top of him, trying to find purchase to hump him as he tortured her wonderfully. The heat that had built between her legs was unbearable.

"Shhh Alanna," he told her, giving her nipple an extra hard pinch. "I am enjoying myself. Although I enjoy our conversations during dinner, when I am touching you you need to ask permission to speak. You are not allowed to say anything else tonight except 'Yes, Master' and 'No, Master.'"

Alanna whimpered as Master resumed playing with her nipples, the tender buds were turning dark pink from his attentions and her pussy juices were actually leaking onto his legs she was so aroused. It was awful and wonderful, and all of it served to remind her that she did not own her body... her Master did. He would give her pleasure on his own time frame. That thought made her almost angry, but she was so needy that she couldn't work up the proper indignation. Her most overwhelming emotion was severe arousal. When he bent his head and began to suckle on her nipple, the hard suction of his mouth spreading a delicious warmth through her body, she thought she might explode. Her legs tried to close but his lap was in the way, and she bucked and squirmed so much that he had to slap her ass quite firmly to get her to hold still again.

After that, every time she started to move too much, Master would spank her ass. 

There was a reason to his tormenting, as there was always a reason that David did everything. He wanted Alanna on top tonight, and he knew that the position would be strange for her, and would be harder for her to accept because of her upbringing. Therefore he wanted her as aroused and needy as possible before he got her situated over him; her body needed to be past the point where she would think too much about what she was doing, so that her inhibitions wouldn't control her.

When Master finally pulled her off of his lap Alanna had been spanked six times for moving around too much while he played with her. The spanking had done nothing to cool her arousal, it had only inflamed it and she was more than ready to be part of the Demagon perversion of mating for pleasure. 

Still, when her Master lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of him and situating her above his erection, Alanna still hesitated. Although her hands were tied behind her back, this was different from the many times before... being a bound participant as her Master took her was very different from being on top. There was no way she could feel in control, but this was obviously the position of an active, rather than passive, participant. But her arousal was so great that when he positioned his cock at her hole and thrust upwards, forcing an inch of his cock inside of her, Alanna found her body sinking onto him before she could even thinking about it. While her mind might be conflicted, her body knew exactly what it wanted and was instinctively working for it.

The feel of her Master inside of her from this angle made him feel much larger, she could tell that she was tighter with her body upright and her legs straining to stay above him and move slowly. She was so wet that it was hard not to just slide right onto him, but her body needed the time to stretch open for his large shaft. When she hit bottom she moaned, her hips immediately moving as if they knew what to do, her pussy lips and clit rubbing against his body. Master pinched her sensitive nipples and pulled her upwards with them and then back down, guiding her up and down on his cock by the tugging pleasurable pain in her tender buds. 

It was hard work, with her hands behind her back, but it felt incredible.... Master moved beneath her, meeting her bounces, her nipples tightly gripped between his fingers as she rode him. Thighs strained, her insides quivering, as she moved. The new sensations and effort that she had to put into the movements staved off her orgasm, but as she got more used to rocking and bouncing on top of her Master the pleasure began to build, overriding her trepidation at being so involved in this perversion. As the intense constriction in her body began to build she started to move more freely, her hips moving hard and fast as she slid up and down, grinding against him. Her body's instincts took off running, every molecule of her being focused on the orgasm that she knew was coming.

David watched as Alanna's movements became faster and harder, her breasts bouncing in front of her delightfully as she worked her way towards culmination. Her pussy was gripping him so tightly and wonderfully every time she fell down on his cock. Now her body was so into her own pleasure that she was ignoring the guidance of his fingers on her nipples, the slight pain was weaving through her hot desires and fulfilling all of her body's aching need. When the orgasm hit her, she cried out on top of her Master, and if it hadn't been for his hands on her body she would have fallen over. He kept her hips moving, his body thrusting hard underneath hers and burrowing into her as she convulsed on top of him, her pussy clutching at him as the ripples of ecstasy went through her. 

He kept her rocking, the chastity of the past 24 hours contributing to the long, drawn out multiple orgasms that crashed across her body, one after the other, as her Master pulled her back and forth on top of him. Alanna flopped around, her muscles no longer able to hold herself upright... it was as if every muscle except the squeezing ones in her pussy, had lost all of their strength. Master held her firmly on top of him, one hand on her breast, the other on her hip as he groaned and filled her from below, her sucking tunnel milking his dick of fluid and pulling it into her body.

Finally he let her fall on top of him, whimpering with satisfaction and the occasional after shock of pleasure as he slowly shrank inside of her. David kissed the top of her head, stroking her back and ass cheeks. Alanna was so wrung out that she didn't even protest when his fingers trailed down her crack and brushed over her anus. He wasn't even sure she had noticed. Gently he undid her cuffs, rubbing her wrists and kissing them. Cradling her carefully, he let her fall to his side so that she could snuggle up to him and sleep. He loved holding her as she slept.

It didn't take long.

Stroking the sleeping slave's hair, he contemplated the next day. Alanna was obviously more suited to this way of life than he'd originally thought, but he also hadn't had to really punish her yet. Perhaps tomorrow he should arrange a way for her to be bad. It shouldn't be too hard to get her worked up enough to try to play with herself. Especially if he left her a means to find self-pleasure. She'd liked being spanked... he wanted to see if she would respond to other kinds of punishment as well. As smart as she was, it shouldn't be hard to train her - although he felt quite sure that she'd fight him a bit along the way. It was in her nature to speak up when she wanted something, as she'd already demonstrated tonight. She'd also speak up when she didn't want something.

He looked forward to it.



Submission Ch. 10



Master woke Alanna by running his fingers up and down her body, stroking her soft skin with his light touch and making her nipples tighten. She awoke aroused and needy. Then he strapped the vibrator over her clit and turned it on, she shivered in pleasure as he pushed her head down his body and onto his cock. The feel of him in her mouth was incredibly erotic, something that she was truly coming to enjoy. His groans, the texture of his shaft against his tongue, and the way his hand pressed down on her head as she pleasured him all turned her on immensely.

But, like yesterday, Master left for work before Alanna had her turn. And with another order not to pleasure herself. He had dressed her in knee-length blue flowing skirt and a short sleeved tight pink shirt today. After breakfast, Alanna headed back to the bedroom, not knowing what else to do with herself yet. Master hadn't given her any suggestions of what to do with her today - and she didn't realize that he'd done that on purpose. 

Sitting on the bed, Alanna examined the restraints that were permanently attached to the fixture. There were some cuffs bolted into the wall at the center of the head of the bed. Several sizes of cuffs attached to the bedposts at the head, both large and small, and one each attached to the posts at the foot. They were all made of soft leather. Carefully she strapped her left wrist into one of them, just to see how it worked. There was no way she would be able to get out of these when Master strapped both her wrists down. The thought made her shiver with anticipation. He was so good at knowing how to elicit the most insane responses from her body. 

Undoing the cuff, Alanna looked around. There were a lot of drawers in the room. Some, she knew, held her clothes and Master's clothes. But the ones next to the bed... that was where he kept the contraption he put on her while she pleased him with her mouth. And she thought she remembered him getting the gag from there too. The naughty feeling that overcame her should have been a warning, but she ignored it. The very first drawer on the nightstand that she opened had the gag, a set of cuffs, the vibrator that she wore while orally pleasuring master, and several other items for which she had no reference. 

Picking up one of the remotes, she pressed a button, hoping that it was the remote for the vibrator that she knew. Instead, something else in the drawer started buzzing. Alanna picked it up, it was vaguely shaped like Master's cock, but without any ridges. It was long and smooth and not nearly as thick as him, but when she pressed more buttons on the remote it changed speeds, the vibrations happening faster. What would that feel like? Was it supposed to go inside of her, like Master's cock?

Alanna played with the changing speeds for a few minutes, thinking hard. Master had told her that she wasn't allowed to make herself cum. But couldn't she satisfy her curiosity and just see what it felt like to put this buzzing thing against her sensitive parts? She just wanted to see what it would feel like. Surely that wouldn't be construed as disobeying. 

Lying on her back, Alanna hiked up her skirt to her waist and ran the humming staff over the outside of her panties, between her legs. Her hips jerked up immediately. It felt amazing, the subtle sensations against her sensitive folds made her shudder in reaction, the wetness of her pussy increasing as she ran the thing up and down the thin covering over her needy slit. Touching the remote, she increased the vibrations, and her hips starting moving up and down, humping the thing as the intensity of the sensations began to build. 

Moaning, she put both hands on the thing, pressing it harder between her legs. The crotch of her panties were completely soaked with juices now, and she could feel her nipples tightening pleasurably on her chest, pressing against the soft cups of her undergarment. Her legs twitched and squeezed, her thighs pressing together and then opening again. She was completely lost to the growing pleasure between her legs, the itch that was overwhelming her normal good sense. 

The tip of the toy slipped under her panties as her rocking body accidentally pushed the thin fabric to the side, and the touch of it directly against her sensitive parts was like a jolt of electrical heat through her body. Alanna pushed the whole thing under her panties, the shaft of it pressing between the entire length of her slit. She humped it frantically, pressing it hard against her softness, feeling the buzzing pulse through the most sensitive part of her, at the top of her mound, and Alanna howled with relief as the sudden orgasm crashed over her. Without thinking, her hips moved up and down, drawing out the ecstasy as she masturbated, the vibrator becoming almost painful against her nether lips because of the intensity of the buzzing. 

Alanna pulled the buzzing thing from between her legs and turned on her side, panting, her body still quivering slightly from orgasmic rapture she'd brought herself to. Then she moaned, realizing what she had done. Frantically she turned off the remote and used a corner of the sheets on the bed to clean her juices from the device before tossing it in the drawer. Even through her fear and guilt, her body tingled pleasantly. 

Then she curled into a ball on the bed and waited for something to happen. Surely God would smite her, for pleasuring herself without even a partner to complete the mating ritual had to be the worst perversion of all. Then, when she wasn't burned into a crisp by a lightening strike, Alanna waited for her Master to appear and punish her. Or worse, return her to the slave market for being a bad, unmanageable slave. Trembling, she waited for nearly half an hour, but nothing happened. Eventually she had to let her limbs relax from their tight curl in the fetal position. Cautiously she got up and ventured downstairs for the afternoon meal where the staff treated her as they normally did. Obviously, no one knew what she had done, and Alanna's confidence grew as she ate her lunch.

*****

David sat at work on his lunch hour watching with amusement, and a hard-on, the video of his slave playing with herself. Obviously she had no idea that he had cameras all around the house, mostly for security but now so that he could check on her throughout the day as well. She really was a feisty little thing, and that curiosity of hers was endearing. Not to mention a delightful way to get her into trouble. When she started trying to hide the evidence of her disobedience he considered having one of the staff interrupt her and cuff her for him, keeping her in place until he got home to deal with her infraction. But he had his own curiosity to contend with, and he wanted to see what she would do when she thought she had free reign. He was already planning a fitting punishment for her. It would not bother him in the slightest for her to add to the tally.

*****

Feeling a strange sense of invincibility, Alanna walked through the house to the only room she couldn't get into. There was no one around, no one to see what she was doing - just like that morning when she had disobeyed her Master - and she wanted to see if she could get into it. The handle didn't give, no matter what she did. Looking under the crack between the floor and the door, all she could see was darkness, so that was no help. Feeling unaccountably frustrated, Alanna kicked the bottom of the door, and then winced as the sound echoed... but no one came to see what she was doing.

Ghosting through the house, she did her best to act normal whenever she ran into one of the few staff. Today there was no cleaning going on, most of the staff on premises were busy in the kitchen. Next to the front door was a cabinet, which was kept unlocked and was full of keys hanging individually from little pegs. Alanna took them one by one to the locked door, trying to see if she could get inside. She gritted her teeth when not one of them even entered the key hole successfully. Feeling sulky she finally left the door alone. 

Most of the afternoon was gone by then and she hurried to put on the high heeled footwear that Master had bought her, knowing that she needed to get in some practice. It was impossible for her to walk quietly in them through most of the house, they click-click-clicked all over the floors without carpets. But she was getting better at keeping her balance and not twisting her ankles. 

*****

When David arrived home that evening, he didn't say anything to Alanna about her misbehavior right away. He watched as her confidence grew. That was good. The revelation should shake her, make her realize that she couldn't do anything without him knowing about it, and then he would punish her and he was fairly certain that she would enjoy that as much as he did. But she needed to make the fall from hubris, it would emphasize his control over her. He listened to her lie about her day, which she said she spent practicing walking, exploring the house and watching television. All of which she had done some of. 

After dinner he took her to the television room, took off her shirt and bra, cuffed her hands behind her back and had her straddle his lap so that he could play with her breasts. Her skirt was pooled around the tops of her thighs. Alanna moaned and writhed on his lap as he expertly increased her arousal. Her breasts were some of his favorite new toys, soft and sensitive, with incredibly responsive nipples that hardened so beautiful beneath his stroking fingers. The girl was soon panting with need as he pulled and squeezed her. 

Then he picked her up by the waist and put her belly down on the ottoman, facing the television and flipped her skirt up, exposing her pretty ass to him. Carefully he pulled off her panties and dropped them to the floor. No need to tear every pair that she had. Alanna loved the way her Master handled her body, his physical dominance over her. She shivered with excitement as he laid her down, wondering what new wonders he was going to show her.

"We're going to watch a quick movie together," Master said. "I think you'll find it very instructive."

Her curiosity peaked, and then she blushed deeply as she recognized herself on the screen, handling the slim toy that she had used on herself just that morning. Squirming with embarrassment, Alanna was not expecting the heavy hand that came down on her buttocks. Master was spanking her again!

Alanna didn't ask him to stop, she knew she deserved it. The spanking was steady and firm as she watched rubbing herself to orgasm, following by a tape of her attempts to get into the locked room. By the time the video was over, her backside felt hot and raw and she was wiggling from arousal as much as the pain. That had been much more intense than the previous spanking Master had given her. 

No longer feeling so invincible, in fact feeling rather stupid, Alanna slumped over the ottoman, letting the tears of shame and pain roll down her face. 

Master's hand rested gently on the curve of her buttocks. "When you disobey me, you will be punished. Do you understand Alanna?"

"Yes Master." Alanna shivered as his hand caressed her beaten cheek. 

"Good, now it's time for your punishment."

"But-!" A gag popped into Alanna's mouth before she could even complete her second word. As usual, her Master was a step ahead of her. He'd been anticipating that she would protest, thinking that the spanking had been her punishment.

"What have I told you about talking?" Master asked. Alanna mewled behind the gag and hung her head. "Good, I see that you understand."

Then a blindfold slipped over Alanna's eyes. She whimpered again. The skirt on her hips was pulled off.

"You wanted to see the locked room... well that's where we're going now, but you're not going to see any of it." Then Master picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, completely naked and unable to see whether or not anyone was viewing this blatant display of her body. She was jostled, ass high in the air as she hung over his shoulder, and every time she squirmed Master's free hand would come down hard on her already beaten flesh. By the time she heard him unlocking the room her pussy was soaking wet and she could smell her own arousal. 

David was very pleased with Alanna's reactions. Her acceptance of the spanking, her obvious sexual excitement, and even the vocal outburst which had caused him to gag her. He liked that she wasn't completely subdued, even after he'd spanked her. While he wanted to tame her spirit, he certainly didn't want to break it. And how boring would life be if she never tested him at all. 

He went down the three steps into the Dungeon, a room that he'd had completely made over to his qualifications and to which he held one of three keys which he kept on his person at all times. The other was kept on the person of his housekeeper and the third kept at his office as a back-up in case both his and the housekeeper's keys were somehow misplaced. Windowless and soundproofed, this room hadn't seen nearly as much use as he might have liked. A few women had come to play here with him, but having Alanna in here for the first time, a slave who was 100% truly his, made his excitement almost unbearable. If she hadn't had a taste for the things he liked then he would never have brought her in here, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that Alanna needed this as much as he did. He'd know for sure after tonight.

Taking her to the middle of the room, David attached Alanna's ankles to cuffs on the floor with adjustable chains. He made them short, so that she wouldn't be able to move or bring her legs together at all. Then he uncuffed her hands and put them in front of her, cuffing them back together and attaching them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Then he cranked that up so that her arms were high above her head and she was stretched out completely, unable to move due to the lack of tension in her restraints.

Alanna could feel her excitement rising as her Master put her into position. The wide spread of her legs indicated pleasure to her, despite the fact that it was hard to stay on balance. She was relieved when he put her hands in front of her and then above her head; now she couldn't fall over even if she lost her balance. Despite her anxiety about being punished, her Master's obvious care of her kept her from being truly afraid. 

She could hear him moving around her and her body tensed, unsure of what to expect. 

Something soft and light, almost fuzzy, tickled against her side and Alanna jumped - as much as she was able to - and tried to twist away from the feather stroke against her midriff. It tickled and she was hard put not to giggle. Then it flicked upwards against her breasts, and the soft touch was teasing, especially against her nipples. She wanted more sensation, something harder, but no matter how much she pressed her sensitive nipples against the soft stroking, it never changed the intensity.

It traced around her body to her backside, gentle and tantalizing against the tender flesh of her buttocks. Such a light touch after the firm spanking aroused her even more and she moved her hips back and forth. The softness teased between her legs, stroking the insides of her thighs and brushing, with the lightest touch, over the moistened lips of her pussy. Alanna moaned, shivering under the touch, trying to move her hips and get more. 

Then it stopped. Alanna waited, impatient. 

A light slap against her breast, something flexible that wrapped around the curve of her flesh, stinging slightly but pleasantly. She moaned some more through her gag, enjoying the firmer touch on her flesh. Her nipples were especially hard and eager for the feel of the slaps, aching for more as they were whipped. Rocking back and forth in her restraints, Alanna could feel her breasts becoming more and more sensitive as the light whipping brought her blood to the surface of her breasts. She didn't know it, but the curvy globes were becoming as nicely pink as her buttocks.

Then that stopped too. She growled in frustrated. And then froze, as she heard a buzzing noise that she recognized. The toy she'd been playing with!

It slide between her slippery lips, and she humped it; the low vibrations teased her sensitive folds and made her toes curl with desire. Then Master turned it on end and pushed it inside of her. Alanna groaned as it entered her. It wasn't nearly as big as her Master, but feeling the vibrations inside of her made her thrash; it felt so strange and wonderful, the humming seeming to originate from her very core. Then Master pulled it back out and increased the speed, pushing it around her folds again, pressing it to that tender spot at the top of her pussy....

Her orgasm swelled... and Master pulled the buzzing thing away. 

Alanna shrieked her protest into the gag. The rubbery thing slapped her breast, harder this time and stinging much more sharply. She thrashed and struggled, her body wanting nothing more but to cum... she had been so close. Just another second more. But now Master was back to slapping her breasts, and although it felt good they were much more sensitive now and it hurt a little more. Small jolts of pain that both increased her desire to cum, but slowly sapped her body's attention from her pussy to her breasts and the sense of being right on edge of an orgasm began to subside.

Master moved around her body, whipping her stomach and her back, whipping the tender cheeks of her ass and making her convulse in her restraints again. It felt like her entire upper body was tingling with heat. 

When the buzzing toy returned to her pussy she had to hump it, even though she wasn't sure if it would be taken away again. The hot itch in her body demanded that she do so. Her body rocked back and forth as Master slid it in and out of her and then up and down the center of her folds, holding it against her sensitive clit and then sliding away before returning again. This time she moved very quickly towards orgasm, and her movements were determined - she was going to do it! She was going to - 

Scream in frustration when Master took the toy away, leaving her hanging and gasping for air. Tears sparked in her eyes with the demand of her body for relief. For a minute Master let her hand there, struggling with her body, her insides clenching as they grasped for the fulfillment that was just out of reach. When she sagged, the whipping started again, on her back, and Alanna moaned. Tears soaked into her blind fold.

"Your orgasms are mine," Master said, his voice echoing in the room. Alanna whimpered as the whip slapped between her legs and onto her needy pussy. She was so horny that it actually felt good instead of painful. Then it began slapping against her stomach again and working its way back up to her breasts. "You will not orgasm except for when I give you permission to. If it is an accident then you will not be punished too badly. But you purposefully disobeyed me today."

Another slap landed against her eager pussy, and Alanna pushed it towards the whip, asking for more. 

Instead, the buzzing toy slid against her again and Alanna froze. She was determined not to show any signs of when she was about to cum, sure that if she could hold herself together then this time... this time she'd fall over the edge into culmination. As hard as she tried, she couldn't help rocking back and forth a little as Master manipulated her pussy, running the tip around her lips and making her shiver as it pressed against her sensitive nub. Her toes curled as her orgasm approached... and then it was gone again.

This time Alanna only groaned. She understood. Master controlled her body, her orgasms, not herself. She would find completion when he allowed her to and not before. There was no fooling him or getting around him... if she disobeyed he would know, if she wanted to cum then she would wait for his indulgence. 




Submission Ch. 10



David read Alanna's submission in the slump of her shoulders, the lack of thrashing and screaming when he pulled the vibrator away. But he needed to make sure that the message was truly driven home. Carefully he whipped her thighs, enjoying the way it made her creamy skin brighten, the soft pink looking good on her body. The occasional whips to her spread pussy made her body jerk, but in an enjoyable way. Alanna was, without a doubt, the woman for him. So responsive. So smart. So trainable. 

He didn't whip her for as long before sliding the vibe between her tender folds again. This time she didn't try to hide anything, she humped and strained for it, her body starting to arch as her orgasm approached... but before she could find relief he took the vibe away again. She shook, she cried... but she didn't protest.

"Good girl," he said. Every fiber of Alanna's body seemed to perk up at that. Then he pressed the vibe back between her legs, hard against her clit. "You may cum."

Alanna's back arched, and she screamed into her gag as her denied orgasm plowed into her, the shock of pleasure racing through her and swallowing her up. She rubbed hard against the length of the vibrator, the waves of pleasure sliding over her, into her, between her legs and inside of her belly. Then Master pulled the vibe away and something hard pressed against her. She was pushed back as Master shoved into her, his hands going around her body to squeeze her sore buttocks as he began to thrust in and out of her hard. From this position he felt huge, especially after the slimness of the toy, and the juncture of his body slammed against her clit with every powerful shove. 

The feel of him moving inside her, finally, was wonderful. Alanna hung there, a willing receptacle for his lust, relishing the lack of control, his power over her, as she came hard again, her pussy grasping him and squeezing, trying to keep him inside of her. She let out a wordless cry of passion as this deeper, more powerful orgasm overtook her, building off the intensity of the one before it. Master's cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside of her and the heat overwhelmed her body. 

Even after she came down from her second orgasm, Master kept plowing into her, forcefully, roughly. His mouth was on her shoulders sucking on her flesh, fingers digging into her buttocks, moving powerfully between her legs. Alanna strained and rubbed as he got harder inside of her, the sore ache between her legs now coming from the incredible pleasure that he'd brought her too. Her pussy felt over extended, overworked and far too sensitive. Feeling him press against her clit was incredible sexual torment, a flash of pleasure-pain that her body found indecipherable, and she wriggled to try to get away from it. 

Sensing her problem, Master's hand came round to the front of her and he rubbed hard on the sensitive bud, his fingers twisting and wriggling against her, shocking the delicate nub with their brutal insistence. Alanna wailed as a third, more painful, orgasm hit her, her oversensitive clit forcing her into the gasping, throes of a agonized ecstasy. She writhed against Master and he slowed his movements, rubbing more gently as she sobbed and whimpered at the over-extension of her body. 

He let her tremble, moved his hand back around to her buttocks, and then began a serious of brutal, quick thrusts that stabbed the breath out of her. Inside of her she felt her Master swell, and then his groans filled her ear, his hands taught and flat against her butt cheeks, holding her tightly against him as he filled her with his seed. Alanna moaned and gripped him with her inner muscles, her body happily drinking in his fluid. 

When Master finally let her go, Alanna was slicked with sweat and quivering from exhaustion. Master undid her gag and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back as best she could, feeling absolutely drained. He undid her ankle restraints and she brought her legs together, moaning a little at the tension in her thighs muscles. When he worked on undoing her cuffs from above her head he held around the waist and she leaned into him, happy for his support. One her wrists were free from the chain above her, Alanna practically fell against him, but he held her firm. 

With the blindfold on and her wrists still cuffed, but now resting against her belly, Master cradled her against his chest, one arm behind her back and the other under her legs, as he carried her from the room. Alanna wanted to ask where they were going, but she kept quiet. She had learned her lesson. They were going wherever Master wanted to go.

When he took her upstairs and ran her a bath, removing the blindfold from her eyes, Alanna thought she'd never seen a more beautiful sight than her Master's smile.



Submission Ch. 11



The day after Master punished Alanna for playing with herself, her life took on a new schedule. In the mornings and early afternoons she had a tutor named Ms. Bliss who came and taught her about Demagon's history and culture from their point of view, which was very different from the little she'd learned of them on Repiban, as well as technology, math, reading... really whatever Alanna expressed an interest in Ms. Bliss was willing to talk about and help her with. Learning how to use the computer that Master provided for her was a lot of fun, because Ms. Bliss taught her to look up information for herself. And there was a wealth of it. Alanna soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, finally able to indulge her curiosity in a way that Master approved of. And she began to suspect that he'd set her up, knowing what an energetic and curious person she was and leaving her with nothing to do. The fact that Ms. Bliss had shown up the day after Alanna had been punished was highly suspicious.

In the late afternoons she was given a "work-out" with weights and a machine for running with her brand new personal trainer Mrs. Price. It was hard work but it was fun too. Master said that it would increase her stamina, which would increase her pleasure.

And such pleasure! After her work-out, Master would usually be home and he would bath her before dinner. Then, as they ate, she would tell him about her day. Sometimes he would tell her a little bit about his work, although she didn't understand most of it. Just that he ran a company and told people what to do all day long. Which sounded right to her. After dinner he would take her up to the bedroom, tie her down to the bed, or with her hands behind her back and play with her, satisfying the deep need that he had awakened inside of her. Sometimes he would spank her, but for pleasure not for punishment. They didn't go to the locked room again. Finally she asked about it and he smiled at her, pleased. And promised that when he was home for the weekend, they'd return to it.

*****

Alanna felt like bouncing Saturday morning when Master told her they were going to the locked room. Even though she'd been punished in there, it had been incredible afterwards. And her Master took good care of her. When he put the blindfold over her eyes she wanted to protest, but she didn't. This time he made her walk to the room, following his lead, having to trust his words and his hand on her upper arm to lead her. It made her a little frightened, but mostly excited, and she didn't believe that Master would make her do anything too difficult.

Once they were in the room he led her about a dozen blind steps before picking her up and placing her on her back on something that felt firm but soft. She wriggled excitedly as he restrained her wrists above her head, and then wrapped a strap around her waist holding her down. Then her ankles were spread wide and locked into place, making her whimper with anticipation as juices flooded her center.

"Beautiful," David said as he smiled down at her, even though she couldn't see him. Alanna was completely restrained in front of him, on the special leather-covered table that he'd requisitioned to be able to put a woman in just this position. There was plenty of room to move around her body, the edge of her ass was right on the edge of the table, and he could stand between her legs and touch her wherever he desired. It was a perfect set up for pleasure or pain, or a complex mixing of the two. And Alanna had already shown how much she got off on having a serving of both.

He ran his hands up her legs, brushing over the shaved mound of her pussy, running them over her stomach and up to cup her breasts before skimming them along her collarbone and shoulders. The eager slave obligingly wiggled, trying to get him to touch more of her, but the strap around her waist kept her from being able to arch up against his touch and she groaned. David smiled. He knew how much she liked thrusting her breasts into his hands, but now she was denied even that movement, all of her sensations strictly under her control. But he wasn't punishing her, so he returned his hands to the creamy globes, cupping and stroking them, squeezing the way that he knew she liked. 

As he caressed her breasts, he purposefully avoided touching her nipples, leaving Alanna moaning and panting, the hard buds aching for contact.

"Please Master," she cried out, her body twisting as she tried to get more contact. 

"Hush," he admonished, slapping the side of her breast. Alanna groaned, the hard contact throbbing through her eager flesh, the soft globe bobbling on her chest. The slap hadn't touched her nipple at all and that just made her even more frustrated. "You may cum as soon as you can, as much as you can, but there will be no talking today."

When the first touch came it was light, a mere brushing of his fingertips over the tops of her hard buds. She mewled and her muscles tightened, straining for him. The touch returned again. Barely harder. Knowing what he wanted, Alanna groaned and forced herself to relax, to await his touch rather than trying to get it on her own. That never worked. Another light brush made her shudder, but she didn't try to thrust her chest out again, as much as she wanted to.

Master's chuckled warmed her. "Good girl."

And his hands squeezed her breast flesh hard, pinching her nipples and the pleasurable shock of his tight grip sizzled through her body. The reward for her submission was the tugging, twisting, pinching assault on her sensitive buds, which just aroused her more and more. Then his mouth closed over one, sucking hard, and she cried out with pleasure. When his mouth came off of her nipple, something else replaced it and then it sucked on her flesh, pulling her nipple into a hard and unyielding grip. She shook her body experimentally, but it didn't come off. Master repeated the process with her other nipple. They were now both caught in a tight squeeze, trapping the blood that had engorged them.

Watching the confusion play across Alanna's face, David chuckled again as he flipped the switch on the nipple ticklers. They were little suction cups that fit exactly over her nipples, and he had created a vacuum that sucked the tender little buds into them. Within the suction cups were flexible plastic tendrils that rested directly on the sweet buds, and when he turned on the vibration everything... rubbed. The loud moans and small movements of her hips told him just how much Alanna liked that. 

Picking up a small flexible whip with several strands, he slapped it lightly against her inner thighs, pricking her senses with it. The moaning increased as he began to toy with the line between the stinging sensation of the whip against her sensitive skin and the tight buzzing grip that was pleasuring her nipples. When the whip down on Alanna's pussy she cried out in surprise. It felt so good... the aching sting spreading even more heat through her lips and groin. The whip traveled around both thighs and then landed on her pussy again, slapping against her wet flesh and engorged clit. Alanna felt wild... her Master wasn't even touching her and yet the pleasure in her body was building as rapidly as if he had been. 

Being tied up, helpless, at his mercy... and the aching physical experience of being lovely manipulated was everything that she wanted, everything that she needed. Alanna no longer cared at all that this was against everything she had been taught growing up. This was the kind of life she'd been meant to lead. The whipping became a little harder and her wordless cries got louder and more excited. She knew better than to speak, but she tried to convey with her tone and her body that she wanted, needed, more. Whatever her Master would give her. 

When his mouth suddenly came down on her clit instead of the whip, sucking the tender bud between his teeth and biting down gently, Alanna exploded. The force of her orgasm took her breath away as her body thrashed against her restraints, her cry of completion was high and shrill as Master's tongue circled her, his mouth sucking at her, and the ecstasy's ungentle ride satisfied her cravings.

As he took his mouth from her and moved, rubbing his dick between her sopping lips, Alanna shivered at the new sensations. She was always so sensitive after cumming that if he pushed into her now, she knew from experience that she would cum again, the entire time he entered her. Instead he teased that awareness, rubbing himself against the length of her slit, but not pushing into her. The suction on her nipples suddenly released and a jolt of sharp pain made her jerk against him as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Master rubbed them soothingly, his hands and tongue gentle against her buds, now feeling even more sensitive than they had been before. 

She undulated under his skillful attentions, her pussy now eagerly anticipating his entry into her body. The slick glide of his cock across her lips was a huge tease, especially when she could barely move to rub up against him.

Capturing her lips for a kiss, Master's tongue probed her mouth as he began to push inside of her. As always, he stretched her wonderfully, opening her tight body to him. The angle that he'd positioned her at was perfect for him to slide all the way inside of her with the least amount of resistance, her open legs an invitation to plunder her body, the ecstatic murmurs against his lips encouragement to take her. Rubbing his hands over her aching breasts, both soothing and inflaming her nerves there, Master began the slow erotic grind that drove Alanna absolutely wild when she wanted him to just take her and take her hard.

The movements of his hips weren't gentle, but they were agonizingly slow, dragging his cock out of her, exerting pressure to allow his body to push back in. Her insides clamped down on him, wanting more, trying to tempt him to take her. Alanna's mouth sucked frantically at his tongue, her need to have him inside of her conveying itself through her eager mouth. But still he kept up the steady bump and grind, savoring the wonderful feel of her body beneath his, the soft flesh of her breasts against his hands, the welcoming wet tunnel of her sheathe. The unhurried pace of his movements had her on edge, her body straining as much as it had when he'd been teasing her with light strokes of his fingers.

David was in no rush to leave Alanna's body. This was everything he wanted... the tight feel of her squeezing down on him, the desperate edge of erotic need pulsing inside of her... and she was completely at his mercy. The quick release she'd gotten after the teasing had been so that he didn't completely drive her insane as he indulged himself in her body, taking his time to tease every inch of her senses, to rub every surface on the inside of her pussy. 

"Mmmm, Alanna, you feel so good," he told her, lowering his head to swipe his tongue across her nipple, and feeling the resulting convulsion through her insides.

He let his hands slide down from her breasts to her waist as he began to pick up the tempo a little, enjoying her gasp of breath and unholy glee that lit up her face as he began to thrust rather than push and drag. Almost immediately her body tightened around him, her orgasm building as he gave her a steady pounding that buried him fully inside of her before pulling out almost all the way and then repeating. The long, sure strokes had her quivering, aching to press her engorged clit against him, wanting him to grind in between the thrusts.

But he teased her. With every stroke he jolted that sensitive nub, but then his body pulled away before she could rub it against him, before she could get enough friction for that to get her off. Instead he concentrated on bouncing himself inside of her, clenching his own muscles as the head and shaft of his cock rubbed past her g-spot.

Alanna could feel her orgasm building, deep inside of her, warm suffusing her lower extremities. The flashes of pleasure shuddered up and down her pussy wonderfully, filling her stomach with a hungry need that had nothing to do with food. Her body tensed and tensed and tensed... And then her Master began the wonderful pressure on her body every time he slammed all the way inside of her, rubbing against her, jerking inside of her, and the tension unraveled like a cut knot, billowing through her body with exquisite release, satisfying to the very core of her being as the orgasm burst from her insides, collected the pleasure from her clit and ran through her limbs.

Jerking against the restraints, crying her passion into her Master's mouth, Alanna burned with ecstasy. The jets of her Master's seed exploding into her body did nothing to cool the rapturous fire, and she screamed and clenched and came and came... Eventually her Master was quiet against her, slowly shrinking inside of her, and Alanna's body was the only thing moving, twitching, as she came down from the incredible high. Master's hands stroked her hair, her face, her lips. He didn't kiss her, as if he knew that the feel of his lips on her would be more than she could bear at the moment. Finally the shudders that wracked her body slowed and then stopped as Master stroked her. 

Letting himself slide from her, his cum dripping down the crack of her ass, Master undid her restraints. For a moment he left her there, and she starts to panic, but then he was back, wrapping her in something soft. Just as he had the last time she'd been in this room, he cradled her against his chest and carried her out before removing the blindfold. Sighing contentedly, she laid her head against his chest, rubbing her face against him like a kitten. Even though she felt shaky and weak, her body was still humming pleasantly, completely and wonderfully sated.

She liked that room. Perhaps she'd have to do something to make sure they went there more often.



Submission Ch. 12



Alanna didn't have much time to ponder ways to be bad. The very next day, first thing in the morning, her Master tested her boundaries in a way she had never expected. Putting her on her hands and knees on the bed, he had ordered her to be still, and then he began kissing her all the way down her back, his hands running over her breasts, his teeth finally nibbling at the meaty part of her buttocks, while she shivered and moaned feverishly. Staying still without the restraints was so much harder but she wanted to please him. The tongue sliding through the wet lips of her pussy, teasing her, was a nice reward for that determination.

Then his mouth moved higher, and his tongue probed the small crinkled hole where she defecated. Alanna's body shot forward, away from her Master, so that she was completely flat on the bed, her cheeks clenched tightly together with her hands covering the crack. She was so shocked she couldn't even find words. Although she let out a yelp when Master's hand came down hard on the back of her thigh. 

"Get back into position Alanna."

Looking at him over her shoulder, she could see that he was completely serious. For a moment she wondered if he had put his tongue there by accident, but Master never did anything that wasn't deliberate. She was too afraid to get back up again. What if he did it again? The expression on his face darkened and she quaked inside. 

"Get. Up. Alanna." Each word was carefully enunciated and promised retribution if she didn't obey. But she couldn't. She couldn't make her muscles move. 

Master let out a long sigh of air. "Why not Alanna?"

He was asking her? 

"I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" The tone in his voice lightened a little bit, becoming more gentle. The hand on her thigh caressed her. Master cared about her, he didn't want her to be afraid.

"That you'll do it again."

"Do what?"

She blushed deep red. "Put your tongue... there."

"Why are you afraid of that? Did it hurt?"

"Noooooooo." The word dragged out of her with reluctance.

"So why are you afraid?"

Why was she afraid? Something buried from her old life stirred... some long suppressed memory. Two men... there had been two men on Repiban. And they had been punished horribly. She shuddered. 

"Alanna?"

"Only perverts do things to that hole," she said. Her voice dripped with the same disgust she'd heard her Uncle's third wife use when she whispered about it. The sudden storm in her Master's eyes told her it was the wrong answer. Biting her lip, Alanna felt her heart sink as he pulled out the ball gag. 

"You are going to wear this, because you just called me a pervert," he told her, fitting it over her head. Alanna groaned. She hadn't meant him... but yes, that's exactly what she had done. "Some people might call me that and it would mean nothing, just an indifferent observation. You called me that with disgust and made it an insult. Put your hands next to your head." Alanna obeyed, quivering a little and wondering what he was going to do between her buttocks now, but he didn't touch her at all. He stood next to her arms crossed, and she looked up at him, hoping that he could see the regret and apology in her eyes. 

Taking her hands, Master held them above her head and put cuffs on them. Then he cuffed her ankles together and pulled her over his shoulder. No blindfold though. Was she finally going to see the inside of the locked room? 

They walked right past its door, leaving Alanna to squirm. She caught a couple glimpses of the staff as Master strode through the house, her body bouncing over his shoulder. Completely thrown off, her mind raced with possibilities, not having a clue about what her Master was going to do was both scary and exciting. Her pussy was soaked. Wondering if he was going to touch that delicate, forbidden hole again made her clench her stomach. Not it had not hurt. In some ways it had felt kind of good. But she couldn't get it out of her mind that it was the wrongest of the wrong things that she could do. 

When Master took her into the television room she was surprised. He put her belly down on the ottoman, facing the television. Like all the rooms in the house, this room had a container full of restraints and other implements to be used on her. Master secured her wrists to the front of the ottoman before uncuffing her ankles so that he could spread her legs apart and tie her thighs to the other and. The feeling of cool air on her butt cheeks made her anxious. She'd never thought that anyone would touch her there - would even want to - and so hadn't cared before when it had been exposed. After all, Master had always been after her female parts. Now, even when she clenched her cheeks, the position that Master had put her in prevented her from being able to cover herself. 

In this position, Master gave her five firm spanks on each cheek, which had her moaning as it brought a pleasant heat to her flesh. But she still couldn't shake her anxiety or fear, although those emotions did lessen in the face of her arousal. 

Master's hands cupped her buttocks.

"This is my ass, Alanna." Fingers drifted over her moist nether lips. "Just like this is my pussy. This pussy pleases me greatly." Alanna shivered, loving hear him say that. "Your ass is going to learn how to please me greatly too." A wet finger trailed up her center, circling the tiny crinkles, and Alanna automatically tried to jerk away and clench her cheeks again, but Master's restraints kept her from doing either. Of course, that also meant that it kept her from being punished.

David had been rather surprised at her vehement reaction. The Repibans were so restrictive in what they told their females about sex and so insistent on only having sex for procreation, that he had expected confusion and trepidation, not fear and rejection. Her disgust when she'd insinuated he was a pervert had hurt his feelings, even though he tried to tell himself that probably wasn't how she meant it. And that she probably had no real idea what she was talking about. But it still stung; he'd been doing everything he could to make sex a pleasant and wonderful experience for her. He'd hoped that they'd gotten to a position where she'd trusted him, but now he had to go back to restraining her to give her the freedom to enjoy this. Not that he didn't love restraining her, but he was even more turned on by having her hold positions without restraint, knowing that his words and his domination over her was all that was keeping her from moving, not rope or cuffs. 

Turning on the television, he put it to one of the special channels, this one focusing on anal sex. Alanna's body wriggled and she made noises as the giant picture of a woman's anus being impaled by a cock appeared on the screen. David ignored her wriggling and returned to his previous activity of licking her pussy. This time he had put a finger vibrator on, and he buzzed it over her clit. Teaching her to become aroused when sucking his cock was working very well... he only used the clit vibe on her about half of the time now and she was always wet after giving him head, whether or not she had the vibe on. Eventually he'd leave it off entirely. The same technique could be used to accustom her to anal sex. 

So he pleasured her orally, his tongue taking long, seductive dips between her folds, and with the finger vibe teasing her while she watched the screen, getting a thorough education in exactly why her Master had put her tongue against the hole in her ass and what else he was going to want to do with it. Alanna was horrified, but - as usual - the knowledge that this act existed aroused her curiosity as much as her Master was arousing her body. What would it feel like? Did it hurt? Some of the women said it "hurt so good" so Alanna thought it must hurt some... but she had already started to learn that some types of pain felt very good indeed. Master's thumbs dug into the flesh of her butt, which was just barely sore from the spanking, and she moved her hips up and down against him, feeling torn between being engrossed in the scenes playing out in front of her and the feel of her Master's tongue slipping in and out of her and the buzzing against her pussy. 

When his tongue moved upwards this time, flicking against her crinkled hole, she automatically flexed her muscles, but this time it didn't do anything to keep her Master away. The vibrations that hummed against her clit made it impossible for her to keep her muscles tensed for long, and she slowly relaxed as Master continued to run the vibrator over her sensitive pussy, his tongue lapping at the forbidden hole. Forbidden to Repibans, perhaps, but she was seeing how little Demagons apparently cared about that. Since the restraints kept her in place, and she had no choice, Alanna finally gave in to her Master's tongue, finding that she actually enjoyed the feeling of him licking there. It felt strange, but good. She could feel his tongue probing at the tight hole, pushing against it, and that made her shiver. Master pressed the vibrator directly against her clit and she cried out into the gag, pleasure reverberating through her. 

He could feel when Alanna gave in to him, submitting to his will. Yes, it was easier when she was in restraints... but eventually he would be able to do whatever he wanted to her and she would need nothing more than his orders. He looked forward to that. For now it was enough that she'd pushed past her fear and disgust and was beginning to enjoy herself, to see that there was nothing to be afraid of, and that he was going to make her feel good. Which is why he hadn't really punished her. Those slaps to the ass had turned her on more than anything, and he hadn't done nearly enough to make a real impression on her. She liked spanking too much for that. 

Picking up a small bottle of lube, he flicked open the top with his thumb, pulling his mouth away from her so that he could see what he was doing. The sweet rosebud of her ass was shiny and wet with his saliva, an untouched cavern of delight caught between the trembling mounds of her butt cheeks. He managed to grease his pinky without getting the lube everywhere and then pressed it to the entrance of Alanna's ass. She screeched into her gag, obviously not expecting it. Patiently he let the tip of his pinky rest on the rim, gently circling it, as he ran the vibrator past her clit, over and over again. When she began humping the vibrator, her muscles relaxed, her ass was pressing up against his finger, and he began to sink it into her. 

Not unexpectedly she squirmed and made small sounds of protest into her gag, but there was no indication she was truly uncomfortable physically - although perhaps a bit mentally. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and even though she was making negatory noises, that didn't stop her from humping. In fact, her own movements were contributing to the penetration as much as his were. Once past the tightly guarded entrance, his pinky sank in fairly easily. Her virgin hole was tight and hot, gripping him wonderfully as she tried to push him back out. He wiggled his finger inside of her and enjoyed the spasms and groaning it caused in reaction. 

Gently, he began to move his finger back and forth inside of her, increasing the intensity of the vibrator. 

Alanna was mortified at her body's reactions, her inability to slow down the building orgasm as the vibrator's speed kicked up. Even though Master had something in her ass, it didn't feel wrong... it felt full. Strange. Perhaps a bit uncomfortable, but mostly just because it was strange. It wasn't supposed to feel good... but it didn't seem to be stopping her oncoming rise of pleasure. In fact, the sensation was contributing to it. She moaned and bore down on the finger inside of her, but it just kept pushing back in. And feeling better and better every time it did. It felt huge inside of her, filling her in a way that she had no experience with. 

The speed of the vibrator went up another notch, and Alanna shuddered. There was no holding back her orgasm anymore, it built and crowned and then swept through her, like a wave onto the beach, rolling over any resistance in its path. The convulsions of her asshole increased the wonderful sensations, the fullness in her belly made her even gushier as she came. Master's tongue licked up the juices from her pussy as she rocked back and forth, her own body contributing to the finger-fucking her tight backdoor.

When the orgasm was over, Alanna blushed heatedly, feeling incredibly embarrassed by the fact that Master was still penetrating that tiny hole. It didn't hurt, but it seemed quite embarrassing to have him in there. He rubbed his finger in and out a few more times before taking it out completely and Alanna relaxed with a sigh of relief. That relief didn't last long though, as something hard and slim and insistent nosed its way into her backside. It stretched her open, just a little more than Master had before, and then her asshole closed over it, gripping it tightly inside of her. When she flexed her muscles, trying to shove it back out, it just rocked back and forth inside of her. 

"That's a butt plug, Alanna, and you're going to keep it inside of you until I take it out," Master said. There wasn't a hint of flexibility in his voice as he began to undo the straps around her thighs and then the ones on her wrists. The gag came off last and then he helped her off the ottoman and to her knees." 

"May I ask a question, Master?" She tried not to look, but ended up peeking at his expression anyway.

"Yes, Alanna."

"What if I have to go to the bathroom?" 

David wondered if she knew how adorable she looked, fidgeting back and forth, her hands twitching as they yearned to reach around to her backside and remove the offending toy. "Then you will let me know and I will take it out while you go to the bathroom. Now. We will finish our morning here, rather than the bedroom." 

Sliding the waistband of his pajama pants down, David put his hands on Alanna's head as she leaned forward to take him in her mouth.

******

Alanna's embarrassment every time she had to ask to go to the bathroom was one of the cutest things David had ever seen. Normally too curious and spirited to squirm, she was like a little girl whenever she had to ask him to take the plug out. Her face would blush beet red and she'd shift from foot to foot. Originally he'd meant to only keep the plug in for an hour or so for the first couple days, but she was so cute that he found himself re-lubing it and keeping it in her for longer and longer periods of time. Even after several days of this she wasn't quite used to it. On Monday he'd instructed Ms. Bliss to take it out of her before lunch. Alanna had begged him not to leave her in it for the morning, and he had to give her a rather hard spanking before she would stop and accept his decree.

Having Ms. Bliss help her take it out was even more embarrassing, although the woman didn't seem to think there was anything unusual about it. Alanna behaved better for her than she did for her Master, mostly out of abject mortification, it was easier to pretend that nothing was going on. With her Master, she couldn't help but be aware.

In fact, despite her discomfort and humiliation from the plug, Alanna was rather enjoying herself. She was being given plenty of opportunities to be bad and it wasn't even an effort because she truly didn't like the plug, no matter how good it was starting to feel. The constant movement of it inside of her was distracting, the amusement on her Master's face when she wriggled was mortifying, and there was still some part of her that thought it was dirty and wrong. Of course, that last part was a little exciting too. And she knew very well that her orgasms had become much more intense during the times when she and Master would complete the mating ritual while the plug was still inside of her. The one time he'd reached behind her and inserted his fingers instead, she'd gone wild. 

But that was just during the mating ritual. Having the plug inside of her had nothing to do with the mating ritual and it was embarrassing. Every time she blushed it would send a flush of heat through her whole body, all the way down to her core and she would end up wet. 

Their new morning ritual started with Alanna over her Master's lap as he inserted the plug into her. Then he'd swipe his fingers up her pussy to check and see if she was wet - she always was. Having it inserted turned her on. Keeping it in aroused her even more. After that came the spanking, because she usually protested, begged or squirmed a lot when he was putting it in. David indulged her penchant for morning spankings mostly because he could tell that in some ways it truly did help her; mentally she was still having issues with the plug, even though her body enjoyed it. If she had been play-acting he would have given her an actual punishment. 

After a week and a half, David decided she was ready for the larger plug. Alanna couldn't see it, but she could certainly feel the difference. She cried out, begging and trying to squirm away. Master's hand was firm across her back and he delivered several short, sharp slaps to her open pussy lips. The stinging heat flowed through her, making her gush with desire. Once the plug was firmly wedged between her cheeks, Alanna immediately lifted her ass for the spanking, panting with excitement. 

That's when David realized that he'd been too indulgent with her. Little slave was trying to force his hand, so to speak. 

She cried out in disappointment and protest when he picked her up off his lap. Yes, this was something that needed to be rectified immediately. David pushed the ball gag into her mouth, and secured it behind her head before ordering her to lie down on the bed. The defiant movements of Alanna's body were both arousing and infuriating. She obviously didn't feel the need to hide her resentment that he wasn't doing as she expected. 

Taking firm control of himself, David put two pillows under her hips, careful that they wouldn't touch the top of her pussy mound, and one under her head to keep her comfortable. Then he spread her out in an X-shape and used straps and cuffs to restrain her in that position. 

"Do you know why I'm doing this Alanna?" he asked. She shook her head a looked at him, pretty cheeks puffed out around the gag, brown curls falling in her eyes. God she was beautiful. "Because you're trying to take control from me. You're being bad on purpose and still resisting the plug because you like being punished. Well this is a punishment that you aren't going to like as much. From now on you are going to take the plug without complaint. You are going to accept whatever punishment I choose to give you. And you are going to stop trying to deserve a spanking. I will give them to you when I feel like it, not because you're trying to get one. I'm disappointed in you Alanna."

Alanna slumped. It was true. She hadn't been trying to be good or to please her Master, she'd been having too much fun pleasing herself. Instead of leaving it in his hands, she'd been purposefully trying to push him around, in her own way. Hearing that she'd disappointed him with her bad behavior was punishment enough, she felt like crying and begging for forgiveness, but of course she couldn't because he'd put the gag in. Which was probably the point. Although even if he did forgive her, she'd likely still be punished. 

WHACK!

Something much harder and more unforgiving than Master's hand came down on the soft flesh of her upturned ass. Alanna screamed and twisted her head around. Master was standing behind her with a wooden paddle in his hand, which came whooshing down again. 

SMACK!

Another shriek, although not a scream this time now that she knew what to expect. Master was right, she wasn't enjoying this punishment nearly as much. It was still making her pussy leak, but her buttocks were already aching. Another blow, this one caught the edge of the plug and it shoved into her. Alanna clenched, her back arching at the double whammy. She shimmied and wriggled as hit after hit came down on her increasingly tender ass, tears rolling down her cheeks even while her pussy started leaking down onto the bed below her. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She was so involved in her shame, her guilt and sadness at her Master's disapproval, the burning pain in her ass, that she didn't even notice when he started to give her breaks between blows. 




Submission Ch. 12



Her body was unresisting, accepting the punishment as being well-deserved. The yelps and cries from behind the gag never ceased, but she didn't try to get away. Like a good slave, she just took what her Master had decided to give her.

David was careful, lessening the intensity as her ass began to glow bright red, careful to spread the blows out over the whole of her ass cheeks. Catching the plug always made her jerk. The wetness glistening just under her tender cheeks told him how much she was enjoying this. But it was definitely punishment too. This spanking would stay with her all day, and she probably wouldn't push him into trying to spank her again. At least, not any time soon. His mouth twitched at the reminder of her resiliency. Eventually she'd probably start trying to top from the bottom again. It would be interesting to see how long it took her.

He put his hand over her left buttock, barely touching it, and enjoying the feel of heat coming off of her skin. So lovely. The color of her ass was glorious. Then he knelt and pulled out his cock. It didn't take him long to jerk off, he was practically ready to cum just from watching her submit to the punishment. Ropes of white cum decorated the red cheeks of her ass, like the final touches on an artist's masterpiece.

More tears fell from Alanna's eyes as she watched her Master pleasure himself over her tied body. Not from the pain, although that too, but mostly because she knew that this was part of her punishment. She loved taking her Master into her mouth after her spanking, feeling the power in her own body as she pleasured him, tasting him, swallowing him. That was her favorite part of the morning ritual, and he was denying it to her because she had been pushing him. It drove the lesson home: Master is in charge. Do not try to manipulate him. 

The lesson just made her hornier, despite the throbbing ache in her lower body. She didn't know whether she wanted to be held and consoled, or pleasured to satisfaction. 

Master undid her legs and arms, letting them fall on the bed, before lying next to her and pulling her next to him, on her side so as not to put too much pressure on her sore ass. His fingers slipped into her soft folds, rubbing her, pushing into her and she convulsed, her thighs tightening around his hand.

"Cum for me Alanna," he said.

And she did.

Afterwards Master bathed her, rubbed cream into her sore butt and she snuggled into him as they lay back down on the bed, letting her rest. He stroked her hair and back and told her what a good girl she was being. She liked hearing that. Much nicer than hearing she was a bad girl, as much as she liked the spankings. Usually liked the spankings anyway.

Alanna didn't sit down for the rest of the day. Eating while standing wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as sitting was.

****

The morning ritual became less of a ritual, although Alanna was always plugged. Sometimes Master would spank her, sometimes he wouldn't, sometimes he would use the paddle and sometimes his hand, and it always aroused her. Afterwards she would pleasure Master with her mouth. And she behaved. In fact, she started to enjoy the feeling of the plug inside of her, although her cheeks would always flush with embarrassment right after it was inserted, and any time he played with it unless she was aroused.

The next weekend Master had her get on her hands and knees on the bed as he piled several pillows underneath her. No restraints. 

"Don't move," he said. Alanna was determined not to. She wanted to show her Master that she had learned her lesson and she was ready to do as he said. This felt like a test, a return to the position she'd been in when he'd first touched her little hole.  

Master stroked her spine and made her shiver. Then he began kissing her all the way down her back, his hands running over her breasts, his teeth finally nibbling at the meaty part of her buttocks, while she shivered and moaned feverishly. It was just like the first time he had touched her asshole. Staying in position was incredibly hard as he teased her, his tongue sliding through the sweet syrup of her pussy, but she didn't it. Moaning, she could feel her legs tremble as his mouth moved higher again.

The nerves on her anus were incredibly sensitive, ready for him... and willing. Alanna's fingers dug into the bed beneath her as Master laved it with oral affection, poking his tongue at the opening hard enough that he was able to push in a little. She knew that he was going to put his cock in there, and her hole tightened over his tongue and pushed it out. 

Something slick and hard pressed at her body, the pressure easing it inside of her. Two of Master's fingers penetrated her anal cavity, wiggling and dipping into her body. It felt forbidden but exciting, she liked the wrongness of it. The sensation of flesh, rather than a plug, made her so wet. 

"Good girl," Master said, his voice husky with desire. Alanna loved it when he got that throaty tone, the vocal quality that told her he was about to lose himself inside of her. 

The fingers and full feeling retreated and then there was something much larger pressing against her, demanding entrance. Alanna bit her lip as Master pushed into her body, her anus flowering around and then gripping the intruder. 

"OH!" she cried out as he pushed forward. Not because it hurt exactly, or because she wanted him to stop, but the sensation was exquisitely intense. Unlike the plug, there was no smaller part of her Master's cock where her anus would be able to relax to almost normal dimensions and grip him; she was spread completely open for his incoming cock.

David ran his hand over the small of her back, watching the beautiful play of her muscles as tremors ran through her body. The glorious heat of her ass played over the head of his cock, massaging it as he deflowered her last hole. Alanna was going to be his. Completely. Intimately.

A deeper press between her beautiful cheeks made his good girl moan and quake beneath him, but she stayed up on her hands and knees. Eventually she wouldn't be able to help but disobey him, however he knew that she'd like the spanking he gave her for it. The tight sheathe of her ass was heavenly, her insides were so hot... the slick lube allowed him access; despite all of his preparation with the plugs she was still extremely tight around him. 

The burning heat of Master's cock pushing into her, filling her, made Alanna feel dizzy. Although she tried to relax, it burned a little as he sank deeper into her backside, but a pleasant burn like the way the alcohol he'd let her try had burned her throat. It felt... good. She felt stuffed, like there wasn't enough room in her body for everything... Master filled her up, until she was shivering with pleasure. 

His groans as he ran his hands over her hips, the gasps of breath as he eased more of his cock inside of her, made Alanna's arousal peak. The soft pants of breath coming from her were partly from the strain and partly from the fact that she'd never felt such an abundance of sensation. The tight hole clasped her Master inside of her, the aching rim straining over his girth, her insides parting to make way for his spear. 

When he finally pressed up against her, sheathed fully inside of her, Alanna felt her pussy throb in response. A flush of heat ran across her body. When he began to drag back out of her, her elbows buckled and she cried out, struggling as she straightened her arms again. The feeling of him receding from her insides was like a strong rush of wind, as if he was pulling more than just himself, like he was taking some essential part of her with them. Then he pushed back in and she quivered and her elbows buckled again. 

This time she couldn't get them back up and her upper body fell against the bed, nipples brushing the soft sheet below her. Thanks to the pillows that Master had had the foresight to bundle underneath her, her ass remained in position, ready to be plowed. 

"That's ten slaps, Alanna, but you may stay down there."

Alanna moaned.

Buried in her ass, Master alternated hands as he spanked her... firmly, but not painfully. Just enough to send tingles through her flesh and pinken the skin a bit. The slaps smarted and made her clench around him, enhancing the spanking as her asshole convulsed and her pussy muscles rippled, grasping for something to fill it. 

Then Master put his hands on her hips, his thumbs on the back of them as his fingers wrapped around her, tips curving over her hip bones as he began to slowly pump back and forth inside her taut hole. With every thrust Alanna shivered and moaned, her muscles tightening and relaxing, her pussy feeling both empty and completely aroused. She felt like she might cum if Master just touched her there, even just a light stroke of his fingers...

David was pleased at Alanna's reactions. Her body was so wonderfully responsive, so naturally submissive and eager to please... she had to fight at first, but that was all mental. When it came to her body - he thrust and little harder and the cry of her pleasure was music to his ears - her body was always ready and willing to fulfill his desires. The way she was pushing back against him told him how much she had craved this, there was no resistance left in her. 

Firmly, but keeping an eye on her reactions, he began to move more powerfully, sliding his cock in and out of her in erotic rhythm, shoving himself in to the hilt and bouncing inside of her. Alanna continued moaning, encouraging wordless cries falling from her lovely lips as he began pounding her ass. The quaking of her body, the way she kept attempting to close her legs - and would have if his knees hadn't been between hers - told him how close she was to orgasm. 

Slipping his hand down between her and the pillow, he stroked the soft folds of her pussy. The position made him bend over her, his body curving around hers as he plundered her ass and manipulated her clit. Beneath him Alanna's body pushed up and her legs were like iron bars on either side of his as her cries of rapture filled the air.

The sensations of orgasming on her Master's hand while he filled her backside was incomparable; Alanna had never felt anything like it. Her body felt glutted, the ecstasy rocking through her in thick waves that made her tighten down on his cock with instinctual strength; the force of his movements sawing back and forth were almost painful and sent her soaring to higher levels of sexual fulfillment.

Then Master let out his own low cry, his body jerking into her, the already sizable cock swelling up inside of her and expanding her tight ring even further as jets of cum filled her. The sensation was so intense that she bucked beneath him, her fingers scrabbling on the bed sheets as she tried to get him off of her a little, sure that she couldn't take any more of the heady pleasure that was rocking her body. His hand on her pussy had stilled, but it was gripping her tightly, and the friction of her movements gave her no relief as the orgasms crashed into one another, a cacophony of sensation that sent her straight into euphoria. 

When his hand finally relaxed, releasing the pressure on her clit, Alanna slumped beneath him. A warm glow inside of her was warring with the twitching sensitivity of her skin. Each one of Master's small movements threatened to send her into another bout of uncontrollable pleasure, as if every inch of her skin was somehow connected to her pussy. 

Fortunately he didn't lay on top of her for very long. His cock shrank inside of her and then slowly slipped out, her body's twitching pushing it on its way now that it had lost its demanding hardness. David let it happen naturally, able to see how overwhelmed Alanna was. 

He pulled her to him, cradling her and whispering softly to her - a love poem that he'd once memorized - until her body's tremors slowed and she relaxed into his body, snuggling with him.



Submission Ch. 13



Alanna awoke feeling flush and sore. Master's dominance over her body had been proven in every way possible... and even though she had fought it beforehand, in some ways she welcomed it.

That didn't stop her from blushing and squirming, although she knew better than the protest, as he completed the morning ritual of plugging her. Having him inside of her was very different from having a toy that twitched and moved and reminded her of its presence with every step, whether she was aroused or not. The feeling of fullness was now doubly distracting because she had to wonder when he was going to do it again. It was hard to concentrate on her studies with Ms. Bliss, even though she was learning more interesting things about Demagon culture and how business was handled between people. Ms. Bliss seemed intent on Alanna knowing her rights.

As a refugee slave rather than a war criminal, Alanna had some rights. Although, if her Master wasn't such a good one she might never know about it, but other proactive citizens on Demagon might report any abuse that they saw. Repiban slaves were not to be used for hard labor, they were to be provided with three meals a day, adequate clothing and shelter, and their services could not be sold. Ms. Bliss explained that the last right meant that her Master could not profit off of selling her as a maid, her sexual services, or any other labor to other Demagon citizens. On the other side, there were laws about controlling unruly Repiban slaves, keeping them from congregating in large numbers, and the punishments were severe for the Demagons who couldn't keep their slaves from mischief or criminal activity. In both cases, slaves could be taken away. 

None of this seemed to apply to Alanna. She was very happy with her circumstances, and she reassured her teacher that it was so. Master took good care of her. Ms. Bliss smiled and said she was glad to hear it. Alanna knew that she wasn't going to ever get into any real trouble by stealing or causing a scene in public; any mischief that she created was only for his attention, and never within the sight of anyone other than him or (possibly) his staff. 

That night when she had dinner with Master he seemed pleased when she told him about her lesson that day and the reassurances that she'd given Ms. Bliss. 

"I'm glad to hear that you're happy here, Alanna," he said. His eyes sparkled at her and Alanna felt her heart pound a little faster. All it took was a look from him and everything melted into putty.

Leaning back from his empty plate, Master gazed at her, a smile on his lips. "Come here Alanna."

Immediately she jumped up from her chair and came around to his side of the table as he stood. Master took each of her wrists and put her hands on the table, palms flat against the wood. 

"Don't move from here," he ordered. As much as Alanna liked it when Master tied her up or restrained her, she knew how much he enjoyed exerting his control over her with verbal demands. She didn't realize that this was a necessary part of David's training for her, because he wanted her to accompany him to events outside of his house. The next few weeks at work were going to be extremely demanding and then there would be a celebration following it... he hoped that Alanna would be well trained enough to accompany him. Only very few Repiban slaves were privileged to be at a social gathering like that, and he needed to know that he would have complete control over her behavior with no more force than his words. 

She moaned fitfully as Master ran his hands over her body from behind, caressing her through the clothing which suddenly seemed too tight and constricting and not at all necessary. Pressing into her from behind, he caressed her arms, running his hands down to her wrists and holding them tightly as he thrust his hips against her backside. Alanna moaned and pressed back. She wanted him so badly. Then the pressure against her was gone and his hands were on her legs, and she looked down to see him kneeling between them, lifting her skirt up her body as he kissed the backs of her knees and up the backs of her thighs. Her legs trembled as her pussy got even wetter, anticipating the slow approach of his lips. The slide of his tongue on her bare skin was erotic, and she quivered... she wanted so badly to reach down and touch him, but that was not allowed right now. 

Fingers brushed her pussy and her hips jerked. She moaned as he dipped them into her juices. Then they pressed against her ass and she gasped as her tight hole opened for him and his mouth latched onto her pussy. Master's fingers spread her asshole open, the clasping hole easily penetrated by his digits, and he slide his tongue back and forth between her wet lips as Alanna moaned and ground down on his face and fingers. He played her body like an instrument, knowing exactly how to nibble, where to suck, when to rub. She came beautifully, crying out with passion as her juices dripped into his mouth, her ass clenching his fingers in its excited grip. 

He let her stand there, recovering, as he pulled off all of his clothing. Then he allowed her to take her hands off the table and he removed her skirt, shirt and bra and undid her curls from the knot she'd put it in on the back of her head, letting the waves of hair tumble down. Putting one hand on either side of her face, he kissed her deeply and passionately, his larger body bending over her and pulling her into him. Alanna's hands pressed against chest as she tasted herself in his mouth and she went up on her toes as her kiss pushed back at him. For David her body was a myriad of delights, and he savored the feeling of their tongues rubbing against each other, lips pressed together, and the desperate whimpers in the back of her throat. Even though he'd given her one orgasm already, her body was so eager and ready for him. 

Then he pulled her over to his chair and sat down, straddling her across his lap. She was just barely tall enough that on tip toes she hovered above his dick, which was hard as a rock. The look of uncertainty on her face was adorable, and David brushed the hair back from her shoulders. Alanna felt her calf muscles start to burn as Master positioned himself underneath her.

"Sit down on me, little one," he said, looking up at her. It was so strange to be on top of him, this was only the second time he had chosen a position that put her on top, but she followed his order and sank down. As before, she felt so much tighter inside this way, her body resisting the spread open for him. Letting her head fall back, she arched her body as gripped the back of his chair as gravity pulled her all the way down on top of him. It almost hurt, but it was such a good pain. Master kissed her neck, her collarbone, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart to press a finger to her bottom. Oh that felt amazing... "Ride me Alanna."

The concept wasn't that hard. She moved on top of him, starting to stand and then sinking back down. The arm around her kept her movement fairly confined, pressing her against him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, on top of his shoulders, she had plenty of leverage to move up and down, just not back and forth. The bouncing brought her breasts near his mouth and he started to nip at her, she shivered every time his mouth managed to get a hold of her nipple for a brief moment before she sank back down onto him. 

Time seemed endless as she moved with Master inside of her. The thrusts of his hips upwards as she sank down were powerful, hard, and filled her completely. She let her head and body fall back, holding onto his shoulders with just her fingers, letting her hair brush the tops of his knees, and Master leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, worrying it between his teeth. Alanna cried out and spasmed, her ecstatic release setting off David's own, and he moaned into her breasts as his cum spurted up and into her. 

Afterwards they took a bath... and then he carried her into the bedroom, tied her down, and brought them both to the peak of pleasure all over again. Alanna thought that she could never be happier.

*****

Unfortunately, Alanna hadn't known that David had been making the most of that night for a reason. His job was about to kick into overdrive, trying to finalize a major deal that would make him quite a bit richer and benefit the government immeasurably. The celebration he was looking forward to bringing Alanna to was dependent on the work that he would do in the next few weeks. 

All Alanna knew was that at first her Master stopped coming home for dinner. And when he did come home he was always tired. Sometimes they would have sex, but not always. Usually without many restraints or the extended foreplay that he normally enjoyed so much. Then their morning ritual started to suffer. He would put the plug in, always, but not taking his time about it like he used to. Sometimes she didn't even get to pleasure him with their mouth. Although Master told Alanna that he was working and that in a few weeks things would be back to normal, she moped and sulked. He gave her a sharp spanking, and that helped to perk her up for a few days. But then when he missed the entire weekend with her, she fell right back into sulking. This time not even the spanking he gave her was enough to snap her out of it because they didn't pleasure each other after. He was too tired from the late nights that he'd spent working.

She felt wanting... unfulfilled. And then she started feeling angry. 

****

David was relieved. The project was almost done. In fact, things were going so well that he was going to be able to work from home today. Thank goodness. It was Sunday after all. His slave's sulkiness over the past couple of weeks had both irritated and saddened him. Although he had not apologized - because he was working after all - he had explained to her why he'd been absent so often and so tired. That she still sulked irritated him because it wasn't like this could be helped, and at least he'd done her the courtesy of explaining to her what was going on and reassuring her that things would go back to normal eventually. Really she should have just accepted he did, whether he gave an explanation or not.

On the other hand, he knew that, compared to the way things had been, she was being neglected. It hadn't been for very long, but then again he hadn't had her for very long. About two months. So his distraction for three weeks was wearing on her. He had one more Vid-com call today, with Curtis, the man who had almost hit Alanna at the auction. A sneer quirked David's lips. Curtis was the perfect Master for the usual Repiban woman, but not for one like Alanna. She had inner passion that had to be nurtured even while she willingly submitted. 

The Vid-com chimed and he wiped his expression into a blank slate before pressing the button to turn it on.

"Curtis."

"David." The other man smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You're looking well. I looked over the contract last night, and it looks good." That was it for the social niceties then, which David didn't have a problem with. The two men got down to business, eager to close the contract. David couldn't wait until he was done in here and could spend the afternoon paying real attention to Alanna.

*****

Alanna paced back and forth down the hallway outside of Master's office. He was behind that door. But it was so thick that she couldn't hear anything that was being said. Master was home but he wasn't paying attention to her. Yet another morning had gone by without her being able to so much as pleasure him with her mouth. The butt plug in her backside, filling her with its rubbery hardness, was a poor substitute for her Master. She clenched her little fists. It didn't seem to matter how good she'd been, or how sad while still following his rules, it hadn't really gotten his attention.

Maybe it was time to start being bad again. She'd take another spanking with the paddle if it meant that Master would pay attention to her again. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that Master had told her eventually things would go back to normal... but when was eventually? It had been weeks.

****

Alanna came bursting into David's office, completely naked and with a gleefully wicked look on her face. David whirled, he could feel all of the color drop out of his face as soon as he realized who it was. 

"What is going on?" 

The disapproving tone in Curtis' voice made him wince. 

"Alanna, assume the position," he snapped out. The deep anger in his voice made her stop in her tracks, her legs sinking to the floor. Immediately she spread them and put her hands behind her back, thrusting out her breasts as she'd been taught. A deep blush suffused her as the man on the screen laughed, harshly, and she realized he could see her. She started to close her legs when her Master's deep bark made her jump. "STAY. Do not move."

"My," said Curtis. David's heart sank as he turned back to the government worker. Sank and pounded, straight into his stomach. "What a rebellious slave you have there."

"She misunderstood an earlier order," David said gruffly, thinking frantically. "I've been teaching her to tell time by having her present herself to me at the time that I tell her to. Unfortunately she's not very good with the clocks yet."

"I see." The other man steepled his fingers in front of him, obviously not convinced. David did his best not to show the fear that was leaping inside of him. "I'm not entirely sure I believe you."

"When the deal is done come over for a demonstration. Monday, next week. I will show you how well trained she is."

Curtis nodded. "I look forward to it. May we conclude our business then?"

"Yes, just let me put her out in the hall."

David turned to his slave, struggling to get his rage under control.

****

Alanna quivered. The look in her Master's eyes went so far beyond anger. When he put her out in the hallway he had her assume the position outside of his door and ordered her not to move. Then he'd closed the door and left her there. That man had now seen her naked... it had taken her a moment, but she'd recognized him as the other man from the auction. The one her Master had saved her from. And she'd just interrupted her Master from something important. Exposed herself to that man. 

Already she was feeling deep, deep regret.

****

When David finally got off the Vid-com with Curtis, he slumped, his face in his hands. The afternoon was ruined, thanks to Alanna's display. There was no way that he could spend the afternoon pleasuring her when she'd misbehaved so badly, especially now that he had to advance her training even faster. He had a week to get her in line and ready to present to Curtis, to ensure that the other man wouldn't report him to the Board as being unable to control his slave. Was this his fault for neglecting her? No, because he hadn't truly been neglecting her. This was still her trying to top him from the bottom. She'd been looking for punishment when she came in here, he'd seen that on her face.

He would have to punish her, train her in a way that she would find less enjoyable. And be very careful not to break her spirit while he did so.

*****

When Master finally opened the door, Alanna felt a wave of relief over her. Now she could apologize.

"Master," she started to say.

"Quiet," he commanded and she stopped immediately, although a few tears sparked in her eyes. How could she apologize if he wouldn't let her speak? Her knees moved, thighs spreading wider and straining her muscles, an act of contrition and enticement. "Open your mouth."

The ball gag popped into her mouth. She sniffled. Now she couldn't even ask to apologize. His hand cupped under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him.

"You are now going to listen, Alanna, and then you are going to use your admirable mind to think. And then you're going to be punished for not having using it to think enough." Masters eyes were burning with ferocity, under them were deep dark circles, evidence of all the late nights and early mornings he'd had. He looked careworn and stressed. How had she not noticed that before? 

"You are not an animal but today you acted like one. I know that Ms. Bliss gave you the lesson on your rights and also on my responsibilities, and what consequences we might face if I were to neglect those responsibilities. You just showed yourself to be out of my control by interrupting my meeting with a member of the government. Curtis doesn't like spirited women, it's why he was looking for a Repiban woman, and you just showed yourself to be more than spirited. I will now have to prove to him that you are completely under my control or you will be taken away from me and either sold to someone else or, more likely, placed in a group home where you will be give a labor job and watched over by the government for the rest of your life. Now. Do you want to be taken away from me?"

Alanna was horrified. Be taken away from her Master? She shook her head furiously, tears flying off of her cheeks. What had she done? He was right, she hadn't been thinking or acting like a human. Instead, she'd allowed her body to completely control her impulses and she'd been very impulsive.

"Good. Good." His voice was hoarse.

He wanted so badly to be able to wrap his arms around her, cradle her... he was so thankful that she wanted to stay. On the other hand, he was also monumentally angry that she'd been so unthinking. Alanna was incredibly smart, that had been proven during the classes Ms. Bliss had been providing; the consequences of her actions were not that unclear. She'd known he was working, although she couldn't have know he was on the Vid-com with someone from the government, but she should have known better than to interrupt. 

"Perhaps some of this is my fault," he rubbed his face in his hands. More tears fell from Alanna's eyes. Not only had she disappointed her Master, but now he was blaming himself and her heart ached. If only she didn't have the gag in she would tell him that of course it wasn't. "I should have told you this morning that I had a special afternoon planned for us. I was so eager to get into my office and get the morning over with so that I could spend some time with you that I rushed in here without even thinking of telling you.

That broke Alanna's heart. She'd ruined their afternoon. And that still wasn't her Master's fault. She should have trusted him when he told her that his distraction would only have lasted a few weeks. She could have thought about it and considered the possibility that he'd neglected their morning ritual in order to finish his work earlier, because he'd known that he'd have more time with her later. 

Master's mouth tightened into a thin line. 

"Regardless, I did tell you at the very beginning that I needed to focus on work for a few weeks. Your own impatience and lack of forethought still needs to be punished. And unfortunately I have to punish you to Curtis' satisfaction, not mine or yours." 

The look on his face was so upset, so unhappy, that Alanna just cried more. It was obvious that Master was going to have to punish her much more thoroughly than he'd done in the past, not just because of her behavior, but because now he was going to have to meet someone else's standards. And he wasn't going to enjoy it. 

While she was sure that she wouldn't enjoy it either, mostly she was just angry and upset at herself for putting him in this position. Why hadn't she trusted him? She'd barely been neglected for a few weeks, and even then she hadn't been completely neglected. Not really neglected at all, just not quite as pampered and attended to as she had been initially. Alanna had never thought of herself as spoiled, but that's exactly what she was. And she had acted like a spoiled child, or animal, not as the intelligent adult that she knew herself to be. Master had trusted her to act like a thinking, rational person. She fervently wished that she'd met that expectation. 




Submission Ch. 13



"Stand and follow me," Master said. Trying to stifle her sobs, Alanna got to her feet as Master turned and started walking down the hall. To show her contrition, even though he couldn't see her, she walked with her arms still in position behind her back. Tears blurred her eyes as they walked back the gorgeous decor in the house and she wasn't concentrating on where they were going. It wasn't until Master stopped and took a key out of his pocket to get in the door that she realized they were going into the locked room.

For the first time he hadn't carried her here, or even touched her. Was that part of her punishment? It felt like it. 

Her curiosity didn't even rouse when they walked into the room and she could finally see the many strange structures scattered around the room and the implements hanging on the walls. Although she didn't know what any of them were for or how they were used, she didn't care. In fact, she wished that she was coming in here blindfolded and in Master's arms. She yearned to have him touch her and tell her everything was okay. But of course it wasn't.

Master led her over to what looked like a table, but it had seams on it and a hole at the top; the surface was padded. He gestured to it and Alanna clambered on, Master's hands guiding her. Her face went through the hole so that her neck was comfortable and not straining. Only her breasts were uncomfortable, crushed by her own body weight against the padding, and even they weren't that uncomfortable. Alanna could see her tears dripping down to the floor as they fell from her eyes and traveled down her nose. 

Strapping Alanna's arms down on either side of her head, David felt nothing but heart sick. There so many other uses for this table which could have pleasurable, that he would have enjoyed strapping her in for. Even while the anger burned through his body, and his head knew that he was justified, his stomach felt nauseous for the torment he was about to put her through. As a representative of the government, Curtis would want to see that Alanna had been punished harshly for interrupting their meeting, it wouldn't matter that she hadn't known what she was barging into. Also, in some respects, this would help teach Alanna that, while he himself might enjoy her spirit, there was a time and a place for her antics. She had acted unthinkingly and stupidly. 

As he strapped down her legs and thighs, keeping them together, he hardened his heart. This was his responsibility. Perhaps if he had been a little harsher beforehand, if he hadn't spoiled her so much, then today wouldn't have happened. They both carried some of the blame. Alanna would have to bear the physical pain of the punishment, but the heavy, tearing weight on his chest felt pretty physically painful too. Unhappily, he walked over to the wall and turned the video recorder on, so that he could prove to Curtis that she had been amply punished.

Although Alanna was frightened, she welcomed the idea of punishment. Anything to relieve her of the guilty regret that was filling her chest. She welcomed it right up until a white hot flash of pain lanced across her buttocks and she screamed, struggling. It burned and throbbed, much harder than anything Master had ever hit her with before. There was a lull while she writhed and screamed into her gag. As her movements slowed, her body becoming accustomed to the burning heat, another flash cut across her buttocks, crossing the previous mark. 

More screaming and sobbing... it hurt, it hurt so much! There was nowhere for her to move but up and down, she felt sure that she could feel the skin splitting on her backside, the fiery pain felt like it was burning through her. Her toes curled and flexed as she shook. Another line, right through the center of her cheeks, crossing them. Then another, just under her buttocks on the uppermost part of her sensitive thighs. Alanna wailed. 

When the slashing pain cut across the soles of her feet, she thought that she'd never felt anything worse in her life. 

That was the last blow that David could force himself to deliver with the cane. Bright red welts glowed on Alanna's buttocks, criss crossing the creamy flesh, and looking incredibly painful. The cut across her feet had been delivered with much less force than the ones across her buttocks, but it would also hurt much more because of all the nerve endings located there. It was all he could do to uncap the healing cream with shaking hands. It would help her heal faster and would dull some of the pain, although not all of it. 

First he attended to her feet, rubbing the cream in with gentle hands. There were a few tears in his own eyes which he brushed away before coating her ass with the cool cream.

Alanna moaned with relief, at first, as the cream sank into her flesh. The pain seemed slightly removed now, as if it was throbbing from a distance. Her legs hurt, all the way up to her knees, just from the burning in her feet. Master unstrapped her and lifted her from the table, making her whimper as the skin on her ass moved and flexed. 

"Stay on your hands and knees," he told her, gently. "You were very good." 

The red rims around his tired eyes and the pain and unhappiness around his mouth made Alanna want to beg to be put back up there and punished some more, for being the cause of his distress. Except that he hadn't liked doing that to her, and that was part of what distressed him so. On her hands and knees, Alanna focused fiercely on the pain in her backside and feet. Despite his words, she didn't feel good. Even though she'd deserved to be punished, for risking herself and endangering her Master's position and her place with him, he was still caring for her needs. It made her feel wretched.

David picked up some equipment he'd never thought he'd use, but had bought just to have. Part of his collection. Now, at least, it would serve to make Alanna more comfortable. The true remorse he saw in her eyes made him wish that he could go easier on her, but mostly he just never, ever wanted to do this again. He would make the punishment stick. There were some Masters on Demagon who liked Repiban women because they didn't use their brains much more than animals, they would follow orders completely and submissively and were practically human pack mules. While that wasn't the kind of woman that David wanted, he would give Alanna a taste of what it would be like to be one of them, how women who were ruled by their bodies and impulses rather than their intelligence were treated on Demagon. They couldn't be trusted to behave as more than animals.

It would be a fine line to walk, because he did not want to break her spirit... but it would have to be done. For both of them. 

"Alanna, look at me." Master's voice was gentle, coaxing. She looked at him, shame sweeping through her as she saw the care in his face. "I caned your ass as punishment for your rebelliousness. I caned your feet because you used them to walk into a room when you knew you should have stayed out. Now you're going to learn what it's like to be treated the way you've acted. I have given you leeway to be yourself, perhaps when you've experienced what life is like for someone who cannot control herself and who does not think, then you will appreciate that leeway."

She wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but it sounded like more punishment. And a lesson. As usual, Master fit her training to her crime.

A finger tapped her gag, bringing her attention back to him.

"This is going to stay in your mouth, except for when you're eating, because animals do not have voices to speak with. Give me your hand."

One after the other, Master covered her hands with flexible clothe mitts, the undersides were nubby and rough. Then he moved down her body and put pads onto her knees, strapping them around. The last items he put on her went on her feet, soft cloth that covered the tops of her feet - which were touching the floor in this position. The he returned to crouch in front of her and look her in the eyes.

"You will move on all fours and you will not have any clothes, just like an animal. You will have to show me that you are a thinking creature and not an animal by your actions. You will not play with yourself. You will not speak when your gag is out. You will obey my orders, immediately and without protest. I will not ask anything to harsh of you. If you follow these rules tomorrow then you may have your class with Ms. Bliss the next day. Your new name, until you show me that you are Alanna and not an animal, is Pussy. Now Pussy, present yourself."

Alanna immediately sat back on her knees, yelping internally as her ass cheeks burned. Awkwardly she put her covered hands behind her, careful not to touch the tender skin on her buttocks. The knee pads Master had put on her actually helped in this position. She peeked at him. He leaned forward and put on hand between her legs, making her moan. 

A small smile played on his lips. "Well at least I know it wasn't all bad for you."

Then he took the glossy finger from her pussy and sucked her juices off of it. 

****

For the rest of the day Alanna followed her Master around like a shadow, crawling at his heels. For the most part he didn't pay attention to her at all, which she deserved, and she made herself happy just by being near him. Why hadn't she treasured the short times they had been together for the past couple of weeks, instead of focusing on what they hadn't had?

Being deliberately ignored by him was incredibly hard. Now she wished for the times when he hadn't just been busy, when he hadn't meant to be away. This afternoon could have been wonderful, and instead she was crawling on all fours like an animal. The worst part was the tail that brushed at her thighs with every movements. Just before leaving the locked room, Master had plugged her with a special plug that had a sweeping plume rising out of it. When she looked back over her shoulder, she could see it bobbing between her welted buttocks. Having a plug in, unless she was aroused, was already embarrassing. Crawling naked through the house with a TAIL where the entire staff could see her was so humiliating she wished she could run and hide. But Master had told her to heel, obviously noticing her mortification and testing her resolve. So Alanna heeled. And he trotted her through the entire house and past every member of the staff. 

At dinner she ate in the kitchen, out of a bowl on the floor. Which was also embarrassing and it meant that one of her favorite parts of the day was now being denied her; not because Master wasn't home, but because she was being punished. She missed his conversation, the fun of being able to tell him about her day and seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he listened to her. When he came to fetch her, after her meal, she could see how heavy his step was and how tired his face. How selfish was she that she hadn't noticed that before? So much more concerned about her body's needs than his. 

"Come on Pussy," Master said. Alanna crawled quickly over to him, rubbing her head along his thigh, trying to show him that she cared about him. Master's hands brushed the top of her head briefly, but just for a second, before he popped the gag back between her lips and stood straight, walking away from her. As quickly as she could, she followed after him. 

When they got upstairs to the bedroom there was a new piece of furniture at the end of the bed, but Alanna didn't get a chance to inspect it. Master had her kneel in front of him and then he undid the gag again. Pressing his penis to her lips, he moaned as she sucked him eagerly into her mouth. The feeling of him inside of her turned her on, she was wet between her legs just from having the thick meat of him between her lips. Her tongue rolled eagerly over him, wanting so badly to please him and to make things right again. 

She hummed as his length slide almost all the way into her, bumping against the back of her throat. Although her stomach roiled a little, she tamped it down and concentrated on the pleasantness of having him inside of her, of his hands on her head as his hips moved back and forth. Her body clenched, tightening around the plug in her ass, and the brush of the tail over the backs of her calves actually felt rather nice now... erotic. Fitting as much of him into her mouth as she could, Alanna could feel her nipples hardening, her breasts aching to be touched... but Master wasn't looking at her. His eyes were closed and he kept his hands on her head, resting gently rather than using her hair as a lever, the way he normally did.

Redoubling her efforts, Alanna sucked hard on him as her head pulled back and let her tongue dance across the underside of his cock as she swallowed him to the root. Master moaned, and her heart fluttered. It wasn't very long before she felt the pulsing underneath his cock against her tongue, followed by spurting into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it happily. But when Master looked down at her again his eyes were still sad. 

"Come on Pussy," he said again, leading her into the bathroom. She shot a curious glance back at the bed with its new addition, which was red and looked poofy. After her evening abulations and the removal of the plug for the night, Master removed the mitts on her hands and the pads on her knees before putting another coat of cream on her buttocks. They still ached when she moved too much, but the sharpness of the pain had dulled, unless she accidentally knocked into something. However, getting to her feet to sit on the toilet and clean her teeth had been agony, and she'd stayed off them as much as possible. 

The gag went back in and then Master led her back to the bedroom, stopping at the soft pouf at the end of the bed, it had fuzzy walls that were only about 6" high and a fuzzy bottom. 

"In here Pussy," he patted it. Confused, Alanna climbed into it. It was very soft. When he covered her with a blanket she whimpered, realizing that he meant for her to stay here. Master gripped her chin in his hand. "I told you before that it would be a few weeks and then things would go back to normal. Apparently you didn't believe me or didn't trust me. So here is your second chance. When I think you're ready, things will go back to normal. Pussy sleeps at the end of her Master's bed. Eventually Alanna will work her way back into it, or so I hope. Be a good girl and prove yourself to me."

With that Master gave her cheek one last caress and got into bed without her. Alanna curled herself into a tiny ball, trying to stifle the sobs that wracked her frame. She didn't want Master to hear her. Did she trust him? She should. Why hadn't she before? Why didn't she wait? And after having already waited for him, how much longer was she going to have to wait? 

The realization that she wasn't nearly as disciplined as she thought was bitter. Eventually she fell into a shaky, unhappy sleep, thinking that she'd happily have endured more punishment if it had meant sleeping in her Master's bed tonight.

David was nearly beside himself listening to her cry. He almost got up at least twenty times... but he was also sure it wouldn't help. How could he comfort her without giving in to her? And that wouldn't give her the right lesson at all. If he comforted her and then left her lying there for a second time she'd only cry harder. It would be that much worse. In some ways it was kinder to ignore her tears for now. Even though it broke his heart to have to do so.

*****

The next morning Alanna felt sleepy and restless. Sleeping with her Master had given her some of the best nights sleep of her life, and being so close but so far from him was hard. Several times she'd woken in the middle of the night and had to fight the urge to climb into bed with him. But that would be disobeying orders. Impulsiveness was why she was in this position in the first place. Master would not welcome her disobedience or her appearance next to him. 

The morning ritual was the same, except that before pleasuring him with her mouth Master put her mitts and knee pads on her, before pressing the tail back into place between her buttocks. Alanna didn't resist at all, even though she flushed with the usual humiliation, this time despite her arousal. The heat between her legs had diminished when she'd been so upset about the new sleeping arrangements last night, but being on her knees in front of her Master with his cock in her mouth had heightened it again. There was no spanking afterwards, for which she was thankful for. Her buttocks were still sore. However there was no pleasure for her either, no cessation for the desire that was thrumming through her lower body.

With her Master's eye on her, she could see the unhappiness in his expression lighten as he watched her squirm. This had to be another test. Master had ordered her not to play with herself... and so she wouldn't. Even though she really, really wanted to. 

After breakfast in the kitchen, she was put in a large cage in the library. There was water in a bowl, and a soft mat for her to sit on, but there was nothing for her to do in it. Master undid her cuffs and mitts, took off her gag, ordered her into the cage, and then left. He didn't say when he would be back, where he was going, or how long she would have to be here. Alanna's lower lip trembled. More testing? She was terrified, and alone. Looking around, she quickly noticed that the cage wasn't locked. Although the door was closed and secured, if she really wanted to she could open it. It must be another test. Sitting on the mat, very careful of her sore buttocks, Alanna resolved to be good. She thought of some of the songs she'd learned as a child and started to hum. 

Although, unbeknownst to her, not at all abandoned. David was in the next room over, working from home today, and keeping an eye on Alanna. The video feed had sound as well as the image, so that he could keep track of her, make sure she was alright. When she started to hum he had to smile. Little minx. She wasn't breaking any rules, but she was certainly pushing the boundaries still. Humming didn't use words, which is what he had forbidden, but it wasn't being quiet either. It was nice to have confirmation that spirit was still definitely there, despite the battering he'd had to give it. 

Listening to Alanna hum soothed the ravages of his emotions as he got to work. 

*****

After a few hours Ms. Bliss appeared in his office, as expected. 

"I'm sorry David," she said. "I know you're a good Master and that you're having to adhere to the government's demands, but under the circumstances I do have to ask Alanna whether or not she wants to stay in this life."

"I know." He clenched his jaw and then forced himself to relax it, although his hands remained tense under the desk where she couldn't see them. "I don't know if she'll do better anywhere else. I'm worried I've been too lenient."

Ms. Bliss smiled reassuringly. "She's more spirited than anyone ever I've seen coming from Repiban. I don't doubt your own discipline, but I think that hers is somewhat lacking. However, it's not possible to predict human behavior all the time, even the most docile slaves sometimes get into mischief. It's just unfortunate that she chose that particular time to test you."

"It's like a comedy of errors," he said, sighing as he let the tension out of his arms and rubbed his hair and his face. "I just hope it doesn't end as a tragedy of errors. I don't want to lose her."

"I hope you don't," said Ms. Bliss. "I'll make sure she thoroughly understands what the options are."

David nodded tightly. As soon as Ms. Bliss left his office, his eyes went immediately to the small screen on the corner of his desk.

****

Alanna stopped humming and perked up the minute the door to the library opened. Then blushed deeply as she saw Ms. Bliss and not her Master. Fortunately the tail was tucked underneath of her, but her teacher was still seeing her sitting in a cage. Alanna hadn't expected to see her today at all. 




Submission Ch. 13



"Hello Alanna," Ms. Bliss said, sitting down gracefully next to the cage. Alanna nodded at her, smiling, but she didn't speak. Ms. Bliss smiled back understandingly. "I know we already had a talk before about whether or not you're happy here, I just need to reaffirm that. If you feel abused under the current circumstances or no longer wish to remain here, you may choose to go with me right now. You would be put into a group home and taught a trade to earn your upkeep. I will tell you honestly that it is not as nice a home as you have here, that you will be watched by the government for the remainder of your life, and that you will not receive as good of an education as your Master has been providing. It will also be nearly impossible to return here if you changed your mind. However, you will also have more freedom, there will be no corporal punishment, and you will still be cared for and many women have pleasant and happy lives under those circumstances. Do you understand everything that I'm saying?"

Alanna nodded, to indicate she understood, but her heart was beating madly in her chest. Her feet and bottom seemed to ache more than ever, and the bars of the cage she was in felt very close around her.

"Knowing your options, Alanna, do you want to stay here?" 



Submission Ch. 14



"Hello Alanna," Ms. Bliss said, sitting down gracefully next to the cage. Alanna nodded at her, smiling, but she didn't speak. Ms. Bliss smiled back understandingly. "I know we already had a talk before about whether or not you're happy here, I just need to reaffirm that. If you feel abused under the current circumstances or no longer wish to remain here, you may choose to go with me right now. You would be put into a group home and taught a trade to earn your upkeep. I will tell you honestly that it is not as nice a home as you have here, that you will be watched by the government for the remainder of your life, and that you will not receive as good of an education as your Master has been providing. It will also be nearly impossible to return here if you changed your mind. However, you will also have more freedom, there will be no corporal punishment, and you will still be cared for and many women have pleasant and happy lives under those circumstances. Do you understand everything that I'm saying?"

Alanna nodded, to indicate she understood, but her heart was beating madly in her chest. Her feet and bottom seemed to ache more than ever, and the bars of the cage she was in felt very close around her.

"Knowing your options, Alanna, do you want to stay here?"

Inside the cage, Alanna froze. Watching her, David's groaned and dug his nails into his arms. What was she going to say?

Did she want to leave her Master? Would it be better for him if she did? Alanna knew she had been a selfish slave. And not a very well behaved one. But Master cared for her. She nibbled on the bottom of her lip. Was it selfish to say yes?

"You look confused Alanna," Ms. Bliss said gently. "I'm going to ask a few questions to try and clarify your feelings before I ask you again for a decision. Is your hesitation because you don't know what you want?"

Alanna shook her head emphatically. 

"So you do know what you want. Are you hesitating because you're afraid?"

Not really. So Alanna shook her head. She was a little afraid of not doing the right thing, but that wasn't really what Ms. Bliss was asking.

"Okay, now don't take this as a decision. Whatever you answer now, you can still make a different decision. Do you want to stay here?"

Immediately Alanna nodded her head. In the other room David felt the tight bands around his chest suddenly loosen and he realized that he'd been holding his breath. For awhile, it seemed like, as he gulped air back in. 

Ms. Bliss looked thoughtful. "Yet you hesitated." She eyed her student speculatively. "Damn him. I understand why you're not allowed to talk but it would make this a lot easier." 

The way Alanna both curled in on herself and glared told Ms. Bliss all she needed to know. In addition to being a teacher, Ms. Bliss was quite good at reading body language cues, she had to be in order to deal with the Repiban women who were so suppressed even when they were allowed to talk they rarely shared their true emotions. Alanna had immediately gotten defensive for her Master and yet looked anxious about him as well.

"Are you worried that your Master doesn't want you?"

Alanna looked down and nodded, tears pricking her eyes. 

"I wouldn't worry about that dear," Ms. Bliss put her fingers through the bars of the cage, and Alanna gripped them gratefully. "He's doing everything he can to keep you, even if it may not always feel like it. Try to trust him." Alanna nodded again and squeezed her teacher's fingers before letting them go. 

****

David banged his head on his desk. 

This was so much more difficult than it should be. His heart raced and then cooled and then raced again. Somehow he had to get on top of this situation, make sure to keep Alanna's training on track - although she was already trying much harder than she had before - and yet make sure to keep her spirits up as well. He didn't want her depressed or broken. Or worried that he didn't want her.

It would have been just like her to tell Ms. Bliss that she wanted to leave because she thought it was what he wanted. She was the most compelling mix of submissive and feisty, caring and selfish, and he didn't want any woman other than her. Demagon women were too independent, Repiban women too submissive... Alanna was the only woman he'd ever met who managed to be both. Add that to her penchant for roughness and being punished and it was like she'd been made specifically for him. 

Which was when he realized exactly how to bring her back to him.

*****

After Ms. Bliss left, Alanna tried to settle down and relax in her cage. It wasn't easy. Too many thoughts were running through her head. But at least she was thinking now. She was determined not to let her Master down. Ms. Bliss thought that he wanted to keep her, and Alanna didn't want him to change his mind. Or to regret that decision, if it was true. And if it wasn't then the best thing for her to do was prove to him what a good girl she could be and that she was disciplined. Of course, he sometimes seemed to enjoy some of her antics, but now that she'd thought over it, it was obvious that he only enjoyed the ones that happened privately between the two of them. Never in front of other people.

What on earth had she been thinking when she'd barged into his office?

Easy, she hadn't. Master had been absolutely correct when he'd said that she'd been acting more like an animal than a human. Looking around the bars of her cage, she'd never felt more like a human. Why did being treated like this mean that she was finally using her brain? Now that she was truly thinking, she was remembering all the little moments that Master had carved out for her. Realizing how tired and stressed he was the entire time. And instead of appreciating what she was getting, she'd taken it for granted and then tossed it aside in her quest for more. 

Alanna was going to improve, starting with showing her Master that she COULD be disciplined and follow orders completely. 

Laying on her back on the mat, Alanna pressed her feet halfway up the side of her cage to keep the pressure off of her buttocks and studied her toes as she started humming again.

*****

David didn't leave her in the library much longer after that. An hour after Ms. Bliss had left he came back in, hiding a smile as Alanna rolled back onto her hands and knees. 

Opening the cage door, he stood to the side.

"Come out here Pussy."

Alanna crawled out and then immediately got into position, wanting to please her Master. The presentation of herself without his order sent a wave of affection over him. Unfortunately he had to hide his pleasure at her attitude.

"I am displeased, Pussy."

Poor little slave winced and he quickly went on.

"I know you told Ms. Bliss that you're worried I don't want you. That shows me that you are very unobservant. And that you don't realize that everything you're going through right now is because I want to keep you."

She sneaked a look at him, her heart lifting. Master gave her a stern look, but she could see the kindness in his eyes, the special twinkle that he gave her when he was enjoying himself. 

"Obviously this means you need to be punished."

And with that, he picked her up and flipped her over his shoulder, stalking from the library and carrying her down the hall. Alanna hugged her upper body, little squeals and giggles escaping her as she bounced on his shoulder. Her heart felt lighter than ever... even though her bottom and feet hurt and she was sure that any punishment to them would be awful, she didn't care. 

Hearing her small noises of joy made David smile, now that she couldn't see him. He didn't want her to be afraid of going back to the Dungeon, so it was good that he was taking the opportunity now, before yesterday's events really had too much time to sink in. This way she would still associate it mostly with pleasure. Or, at least, pleasurable punishment. Which he fully intended to make it. It would help buoy her spirits, because the rest of the training was probably still going to be hard on her, and he was sure that Curtis coming to test her on Monday would be the hardest part of all.

But he didn't want to think about that right now. 

Once in the locked room, Master took Alanna over to an interesting piece of furniture and put her down on it, careful to keep her feet from touching the floor. She was kneeling, with her legs spread apart, on two padded block which had a support in front of her across the center of her stomach so that she could lean forward if she needed to. He strapped her legs down, but he didn't restrain her body against the support bar in front, instead Master cuffed her hands in front of her and then lifted them above her head, attaching them to a chain hanging from a hook and leaving her stretched out and vulnerable.

The wetness was gathering between her legs in happy anticipation. 

Master leaned down in front of her and pulled one tight nipple into his mouth, as Alanna moaned and humped her hips. The way her legs were spread and the fact that the bar in front of her came across the middle of her stomach, meant that she got absolutely no traction or pleasure from it. He suckled on her, rolling it between his teeth before releasing it and turning similar attentions to the other. When he was done, they were two throbbing points in the center of her breasts, eager and ready for more stimulation.

Then he put something on her right one and Alanna gasped, her back arching as the pain transmitted itself to her brain. This hurt much more than the last time he'd put something on her nipple. Swiftly, David clamped her left nipple, enjoying watching the confusion on her face as the tight grip hurt and aroused her. Her nipples felt like they were pulsing, the blood trying to force its way through the clamped buds. Gently he tugged on the chain connecting them and Alanna moaned and gyrated. If her legs hadn't been strapped down she might have knocked herself right off of the equipment with her movements.

A sharp slap against the side of her breast made her cry out again. Alanna felt the shock tremor throughout her body, it was an impact hit in a small space, nothing like she had ever felt before. When she looked at her Master she flushed; she'd seen men holding similar objects when riding horses back home. It snapped out and hit the outer side of her other breast, so that they hurt symmetrically. This was the first time she was able to see what Master was using on her body, and it enhanced the experience in a completely different way than being blindfolded had. 

She could see every time a blow was going to come, and instead of moving to avoid it she thrust her breasts out and welcomed it. The sting hurt so good... her pussy clenched and drooled as Master left little red marks all over the ivory skin of her breasts. Alanna was thrusting her hips back and forth, enjoying every second of the delicious pain and her Master's attention. When he began to work on her inner thighs, she started emitting small shrieks with every slap... her skin there was so much more sensitive, she jiggled back and forth as the burning hits continued. 

When the crop came up hard and direct between her legs, landing with a wet slap on her pussy lips, Alanna screamed. Her head flew back as she tensed, her body jerking as the pain slammed into her arousal, surging through her. Another wet slap between her legs, directly on her pussy. It hurt wonderfully. Master rubbed the flat of the crop against her, sliding it between her lips, and she moaned. The friction helped to combine the throbbing stings with the mounting pleasure. Then he brought the crop to her mouth, sweet and shiny with her juices.

"Clean it."

The hungry look in Master's eyes made Alanna's stomach tighten as he pushed the crop between her lips, and she sucked on it, licking the leather. It tasted like sex. She gave him her own hungry look back, knowing that she couldn't speak, but her eyes said 'I want you in my body.' 

David was enjoying Alanna's responses to her punishment. The light in her face was back, she was glowing happily - and not just with the pink marks he'd left on her. The way she relished the taste of herself on the crop was downright seductive, and it felt like all of the blood in his body had surged into his cock. This was how he wanted her... with the give and take of pain, submission, and satisfaction. He pulled the crop from her mouth and walked around behind her. Then he had to chuckle under his breath, because her entire body had tensed up. She obviously expected the slap of the crop on her ass, but he knew it would be too much for her. The healing cream was good, but it wasn't that good... it would hurt far too much if he both cropped her ass and then had her from behind.

But he did run the crop down the center of her spine and let the wet tip glide across her buttocks, just to make her shiver. He loved seeing her responses. Despite her fear and tension she didn't protest or ask him not to. Alanna was being a very good girl indeed. Time to reward both of them. 

With a push of the button, both the chain holding up her arms and the height of the leg rests was raised to the desired height. Alanna wriggled, uncertain of what was happening and why. The look she shot him over her shoulder was full of excited anxiety. 

Stepping up behind her, David pressed the length of his cock into the fleshy crack of her butt cheeks and slid his arms up her stomach to her beaten breasts. Alanna moaned as the pain crackled through her, Master's body pressing against her sore backside, his hands kneading her breasts like bread and making her captured nipples throb as his fingers dug into the red marks all over her flesh. She pressed back against him, glorying in the feel of him pressed behind her, the way his skin and hair rubbing against her backside made the surface of her butt cheeks tingle and burn. 

For a moment everything was wonderful sensation, and then he pulled away, leaving her gasping and alone. The plug was pulled from between her cheeks and Alanna cried out, shivering at the sudden emptiness in her bowels. Then Master's slick head was pressing upwards, into her, spearing her from beneath with its length. The sensation was intensely wonderful from this angle, and it was now clear why Master had lifted her body up, so that he could stand behind her and ravage her. With all the lube on him and the lube that was left from the plug, he filled her completely with one thrust, her inner muscles aching as they parted for the questing head of his cock. 

Alanna felt wonderfully full, exquisitely invaded as Master began to move back and forth inside the most intimate cavity of her body. With his hands wrapped back around her, one tugging on the clamps gripping her nipples, the other dipping into her pussy and swirling her juices, she thought that she'd never been so happy. There was nothing but appreciation and love for her Master, and the incredible feeling of knowing that he wanted her, needed her, owned her. 

Her nipples throbbed in their confinement, the pain of being pulled making her clench around her Master's pumping cock. The tight ring of her ass gripped him, her ass and breasts pulsing with heat from today's and yesterday's punishments. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she bowed her body, pressing her ass back to him and thrusting her breasts out as he pulled her nipple away from her. The loud cries from her mouth echoed through the room, impossible to tell if she was expressing her pain or her pleasure.

Plunging deep into Alanna's body, David wallowed inside of her, burying himself in the tightness of her ass over and over again. Alanna's pussy was molten heat against his fingers, her lips slippery with juices, and the little nub of her clit slid through his fingers when he tried to grip it, she was so wet. He pushed two fingers inside of her and rubbed her mound with the heel of his palm, crushing the tender bud between it and her body as he grabbed the chain of the clamps and pulled them from her nipples. 

Alanna screamed and writhed, the ecstasy rising on top of a bed of shooting agony through her nipples. Her ass clamped down as she came, washes of rapture shot through with white jolts of electricity as Master rubbed her nipples, helping circulation return to the tortured buds. The powerful thrusts from below her jerked her body upwards as Master's hips slammed against her sore ass, his cock forcing itself into the spasming cavity of her anus, and Alanna could do nothing but thrash and scream herself hoarse as he rode her through wave after wave of rapturous orgasm. 

She was so wrapped up in her own body's overwhelming responses that she didn't even notice when David thrust for the final time and then groaned into her shoulder, his teeth biting down on her flesh as he pumped a load of semen into the milking tunnel of her body. They shuddered together, one entity of fulfillment and bliss, his arms wrapped around her like steel bands. 

When it was over Alanna sagged in her bonds, not even squirming as Master re-plugged her with the tail. Her body was slicked with sweat, her muscles trembled even though she wasn't using them anymore. Master bent and kissed her nipples gently, suckling on them and soothing them with his tongue as Alanna whimpered, too exhausted to even twitch. Carefully he held her as he undid the restraints, keeping her upright in his arms so that she didn't fall to the floor. 

The bath that he gave her was very nice. Master held her, washed her gently and then dried her off with a towel and brushed her hair. Even with the tail she was enjoying the plug now, knowing that it was holding some of him inside of her. She rubbed her face against him every chance she got, even after it got her a short slap to her sore behind because she was making it hard for him to dry her off. After the bath Master put the mitts and knee pads back on her, but he left the gag out. The stern look that he gave her with his sharp blue eyes reminded her that she still didn't have permission to speak. Perhaps this was a reward for not having tried to talk to Ms. Bliss or him. 

"Come Pussy," he said. Alanna felt her heart sink a little when he called her that. She wanted to be his Alanna again. Or his little one. She'd take either. Crawling after him for the rest of the afternoon, by the time she was kneeling in the kitchen for dinner she was so tired that she could barely eat. Master frowned when he came in and saw that she hadn't finished, she was kneeling upright and swaying slightly. He crouched beside her and fed her a few more pieces of meat, but she was so tired that chewing seemed a monumental effort. Last night she had not slept nearly enough for today's emotional and physical trials. 

Realizing that she was practically falling asleep on her knees, David gathered Alanna up in his arms and carried him upstairs. She snuggled against his shoulder and it took all of his willpower to put her down in the soft mat and not in his bed. Especially when she started silently crying as he took her out of the knee pads and hand mitts. The look in her eyes was so disappointed and forlorn... but that was why he had to leave her here. She couldn't expect to be rewarded completely just because she'd behaved for one day. Alanna would earn back every inch of the privileges he'd originally given her. 

But he brushed his hand over her damp hair and kissed the top of her forehead.

"None of that, you need to sleep."

Alanna nodded and curled up. The tears still fell but not for very long. Despite the letdown of not being able to sleep with Master, she was feeling much better than she had when waking up this morning. Her punishment wasn't over, but she knew one thing for sure: Master still wanted her. And she'd do whatever she had to in order to prove to him that he'd made the right choice.




Submission Ch. 14



Faster than she thought she would, Alanna drifted into sleep.

Before getting into his own bed later that night, David looked at her curled up body. He tucked the blanket in gently around her and smiled down at her. That she was sleeping soundly, her sweet face peaceful, did a lot to ease the tightness in his chest and he got into his own lonely bed. 



Submission Ch. 15



The next morning found Alanna back in the cage in the library. Ungagged. There was enough room for her to stretch out, but it was boring being there. She heaved a lot of sighs, which she thought no one heard but which made David glance at the monitor every time she did it, and occasionally hummed again. Mostly she worked on her determination to be good. Which is exactly what David was trying to teach her; some self-discipline. Alanna was sitting in the cage of her own volition, not trying to talk, not playing with herself, and not getting into trouble by her own choices. 

She scowled at the bars, looking through them to the books. 

And she wasn't getting out to get a book to tide her over. Alanna had hoped that Master would allow her classes to start up again today. He'd said he would. The day wasn't over yet. Instead of demanding that he let her out, she was trusting that he would be true to his word. She missed having something to do. Being an animal was boring. 

After lunchtime in the kitchen, Alanna was allowed to trot on Master's heels to the room where she always met with Ms. Bliss. Master put her up at her desk as Ms. Bliss smiled genially. Alanna felt a wave of gratefulness to the woman, who never looked down on Alanna or embarrassed her; Ms. Bliss' level of comfort with the situation helped make Alanna more comfortable too. She would have endured feeling humiliated or patronized, but she appreciated that she didn't have to. In fact, Alanna was learning to appreciate all sorts of things that she'd been taking for granted.

Like classes. And sitting in a chair. 

"You will only speak to Ms. Bliss and you will only do so in the context of the classroom," Master told her. A shiver of joy went through her. She had a voice again! "You will have a lot of work to do to catch up from the past day and a half, so no distracting yourself or her with anything other than your studies. You may ask questions if you need to. After class you may not speak anymore."

Alanna scowled when he said that she had a lot of work to catch up on. Apparently, even though it hadn't been her decision that she miss classes, she was going to have to cram in the lessons anyway. In some ways that seemed only fair, because if she hadn't needed to be punished, she wouldn't be missing class.... but it wasn't like she'd missed classes on purpose! Then Alanna remembered that she should be grateful she was having class at all and that Master was giving her this chance. The scowl smoothed from her brow and she smiled up at her Master. 

The expression on his face told her that he was waiting for a protest or an excuse to take the privilege of learning away from her again, and Alanna just smiled more broadly. She wasn't going to ruin this for herself. David thought she was absolutely adorable, with her scowling and then her determination. It was obvious that she didn't like being held accountable for the classes that she missed, but that she was finally thinking about the whys behind things. Her bright smile of gratitude warmed him more than he liked to admit.

"You may thank you."

"Thank you Master," Alanna chirped. Her voice was bouncy and bright, despite feeling rather rough from disuse. Indeed, now that she could feel how strange it was to talk again, she was even more grateful to her Master. Imagine if she had gone for even longer without the ability to talk, how much odder it would feel to be allowed to communicate again. The thought was frightening, that she might become a mute, unthinking thing if her Master wasn't so generous.

The smile on her face was soon gone though, as Ms. Bliss began the grueling lesson for the afternoon. Alanna hated mathematics.

Alanna's scheduled for the afternoon was the same as before. After a couple of hours with Ms. Bliss she went to the gym and worked out her muscles, enjoying the stretch in her legs and arms, and especially enjoying moving on two feet instead of four. It was also a relief to only have a short class today. Her head felt stuffed with information. 

By the time she was done working out, Master had arrived home to give her a bath before putting her back into her pads and mitts. That evening she sat on the floor next to his feet as he watched TV, resting her head against his knee. Although he didn't touch her while she was there, Alanna was content just to have him there with her. And she was quite aware that a week ago she would have been fuming that he was with her but not touching her, that she hadn't gotten time with him all day and now he was ignoring her. Now she was feeling satisfied with whatever he chose to give her, even if it was just his presence. Her attitude had gone through a major upheaval in the past 48 hours.

When David led Alanna up to bed, he was also feeling much more relaxed. He hadn't even realized how much of a demand on him Alanna had been beforehand. Now appreciation shown out of his little slave's eyes, rather than hurt that he wasn't doing more or the accusation that he wasn't doing enough. Although his current measures were harsher than he would have preferred to use, they were working quickly and efficiently. But he missed her at the dinner table, he missed hearing about her day and he missed her warm body in his bed, curling up to his in sleep. 

Curtis had checked in with him today, wanting to know if Alanna had been aptly punished for her interruption of their meeting. He had been satisfied after David sent him the video of her caning and a few clips of her on all fours and in the cage with nothing to do. The acquisitive light in his eyes made David sick. There was no doubt that Curtis would want to test her himself, although David didn't intend to let the other man take too many liberties, some sacrifices would have to be made.

And to that end, he needed to continue testing and pushing Alanna. 

Not wanting her to get too excited by letting her into his bed for any reason, David had Alanna stay on all fours on the floor as he circled around her and took her tail out. She moaned and looked up at him hopefully. There was no expectation in her eyes, only hope, which was good. If she'd been expecting him to do anything he would have had to stop immediately. 

Unfortunately he couldn't plunge into the wet softness of her pretty pussy, as much as he wanted to. He had to keep testing her, and he was sure that she wouldn't be able to keep from cumming if he shoved himself into that dripping sheathe. Instead he slicked lube over the length of his cock and pressed it to the small rosebud of her ass. They both groaned with pleasure as he sank into her tight cavern, no matter how much she wore the butt plug it didn't remove anything from the glorious grip of her anus. Being constantly plugged made entry more pleasurable for her, although he could still feel her shudder and clench in reaction as he pressed his hips against her ass. The heat of her insides was fantastic as he held himself inside of her, enjoying the feel of her most intimate area massaging his cock. 

David stroked one finger down her spine. "You may not cum."

She whimpered, but didn't protest, and he began to pull out of her, despite the clasp of her body which tried to keep him completely buried in her hole. Alanna gasped and shuddered as Master began thrusting hard in and out of her, his body moving quickly and powerfully. Her cheeks were still sore and the way he was sawing in and out of her asshole was almost brutal... it made her wish for his fingers on her pussy. Wonderful sensations tickled her insides, traveling up and down her body as he forcefully plundered her. She cried out as his thrusts became harder, stronger, a heat was burning inside of her belly and building like a furnace and she was sure that it was going to explode... and then Master impaled her and let out his own low cry as liquid spurted inside of her. 

Alanna gasped... the sensation was so intense, as though she had been about to cum and now was hovering on the edge. Even though her muscles strained, convulsing against Master's pulsating cock inside of her, there was no relief for the ache in her pussy, no soothing of heat in her core. 

"Shhhh, shhhh," Master's hand stroked her back, one holding onto her hip to keep her in place as she rocked back and forth on all fours. She hadn't even realized that she'd been moving or making low sobbing noises. Groaning, she let her head fall onto her hands, leaving her ass high in the air, still sheathing her Master's cock as she struggled with the descent from the edge of ecstasy. "Good girl. You were a very good girl."

That accolade was what sustained her that night, after Master reminded her that she wasn't allowed to play with herself before leaving her in her new sleeping area, climbing into the bed without her. Her body ached for him. Or for any release. Her hands were knotted in the blanket, because if she didn't keep them completely covered then they would try to drift down to her female parts. 

Eventually, finally, she fell asleep.

*****

The next morning was torturous. Alanna pleasured Master with her mouth, which always aroused her now whether or not he put the buzzing contraption on her, but he had her crawl after him to her classroom and left her there to go to work with no more stimulation from him than a few thrusts with the plug while he was working her tail into her tight asshole. Sitting at her desk, she clenched around it, wishing that she could rub herself against something. Focusing was twice as hard because she was so aroused and unfulfilled. Her thoughts were full of Master and his beautiful cock, the wonderful day they'd had in the locked room, not the history of Demagon or its laws or the complicated nonsensical math equations that Ms. Bliss was trying to impress upon her. 

That night Alanna got a spanking, because Ms. Bliss had informed Master that Alanna hadn't been performing to her normal standards in class. The spanking only fueled Alanna's ardor, but she went to bed unsatisfied yet again. David had realized how on edge Alanna was, so he forwent his own pleasure that night as well. 

Another morning of pleasuring Master with her mouth with no satisfaction for herself, and Alanna was ready to do anything to cum. At one point, after finishing her lunch, she reached down to rub herself, just to provide some relief to the burning ache between her legs, and she froze.

The rough surface of the mitt on her hand as she had rubbed her mound had been exquisitely pleasurable. Alanna suddenly realized that there were more ways to play with herself than just the toys that she had originally found. Gasping, she snatched her hand away and curled up into a small ball, her hands outstretched in front of her as though she was trying to throw the temptation away from herself. Her entire body quivered as she fought with herself... her baser instinct to rub herself against the hand mitt warring with her obedience to her Master who had ordered her not to play with herself. 

Knowing that satisfaction was within her own reach made her cry out in frustration, her shoulders shaking as she tried to push her hands farther away. Between her legs her pussy clenched and spasmed, demanding the release that it now knew was possible. But Alanna had to show her Master that she was a thinking creature... not ruled by impulses and instincts. 

She had no idea how long she lay there like that before her body finally slumped in defeat. Carefully she pulled herself up to a kneeling stance, keeping her hands on either side of her, as her disappointed pussy continued to burn. Tear tracks marked her face. When she blinked them away, she realized that she was starring at the pants of her Master. A wild sound came from her throat, terrified that he had seen her touch herself and that she would be punished further for it.

But Master was smiling.

"Very good, Pussy. I'm proud of you."

That he was still calling her Pussy stung, that he was proud of her made her happy enough to sing. Yes, this had been another of Master's tests. A wretched one to be sure. But a good one. Alanna had shown herself to be able to follow his orders, even when he pushed her to the brink of desperation. 

He looked at one of the kitchen staff. "Tell Ms. Bliss that Alanna's going to have to miss the rest of her class this afternoon."

When he picked her up over his shoulder, Alanna made a humming sound of happiness. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his back, and felt his chuckle through her cheek just before he smacked her ass. Immediately she let go, but it didn't stop the slight bouncy movements that she made as he carried her, an involuntary happy dance on his shoulder. No doubt she'd fall even more behind on her class work and have to make it up, but right now she didn't care.

Once inside the locked room, Master cuffed Alanna's wrists behind her, taking off her mitts and knee pads, before leading her over to a completely normal looking chair which was sitting in the middle of a thickly soft shaggy carpet. Master undressed and Alanna could feel her pussy leaking even more as she watched his magnificent body come into view; the broad shoulders, tapered waist and the thick stalk of his manhood already risen and ready in front of him. Sitting down in the chair, Master pulled Alanna on top of him, facing him and straddling his lap. Putting his mouth to her nipples, he brought both of them to eager hardness on top of her breasts as Alanna moaned and tried to rub herself on him, her nipples were so sensitive she thought she might be able to cum just from his lips on them. 

Then Master showed her what he had in her hand - she hadn't even noticed that he'd been holding anything - and she shuddered, but didn't protest as he clamped her nipples. Biting her lip against her yelps, she arched her back, her body adjusting to the sharp stinging pain and slowly turning it into something wonderful. Taking the chain between the clamps, Master did something to it which made it longer and he looped it over his head. 

David smiled as he saw Alanna's look of confusion. He was going to enjoy this. The randy little slave was going to get her reward, but not without some effort on her part. 

"Move forward and sit on me," he ordered her. Alanna eagerly obeyed, moaning as her sopping pussy sucked in his cock, the tightness of her sheathe gripping him as she sank down on top of him, filling herself. "Now rise a little."

When about an inch and a half of his cock was outside of her, David stopped her movement and secured the adjustable chain between the nipple clamps.

"Ride me," he ordered her, his eyes alight as he filled his hands with her beautiful buttocks, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh, knowing that it would arouse her even more. Alanna eagerly moved to obey him, and then yelped as she sank back down and her nipples screamed... Master had adjusted the length of the chain so that when she sank down on his cock she had to pull her own nipples upward and away from her body in order to press her eager pussy against him. She moaned as the predicament hit her... if he leaned back Master could tug her upwards by her own nipples. And unless he leaned forward, which she was sure he wasn't going to do, her nipples were going to be pulled with every thrust.

She could either stand - and not get her orgasm but relieve the pressure on her nipples - or continue riding him, which is what he had ordered anyway, and just try not to tug on them too much. Moving carefully, she found that she could get very close to his body without her nipples being pulled too harshly... but not sinking all the way down meant that her clit wasn't getting any friction. Also her thighs burned as she tried to hover above him and she couldn't get the fast, hard rhythm that she needed.

Her pussy pulsed, demanding that she do whatever she had to for the orgasm that had been so long denied her. Alanna groaned, seeing the pleasure on her Master's face as she thought through her predicament. He leaned back and she squeaked, rising up as her thighs protested and her nipples throbbed in their confinement. 

When he sat back to his original position he ordered again: "Ride me."

Alanna moaned and began moving on top of him. The slick glide of his cock inside of her wetness was wonderful. He filled her, stabbed deeply into her, and interspersed with this fantastic pleasure were the hot jolts of sharp pain that slammed through her every time her thighs gave out and she sat fully down or she moved too quickly and couldn't control her body. The short tugs that Master gave her tail only increased the stimulation and the difficulty of her task. Her body was so full with the toy in her backside and Master plowing into her pussy, the intense sensations were building her to orgasm despite the sudden bursts of pain from her nipples. Or perhaps, in part, because of them. 

Her movements became harder, more frantic... the chain rubbed the back of David's neck as Alanna bounced on top of him, her nipples looking angrily red on those perfect bouncing breasts. Seeing her flesh stretch and heave, the shudders wracking her body, was so wonderfully sexy. When she bounced hard enough that one of the clamps popped off of her nipple, Alanna's entire body convulsed, her head flying back, legs and toes curling, and Master's strong arms were all that kept her from falling onto the carpet. 

Latching onto her freed nipple, David secured her around the waist with one arm and freed her still clamped nipple. She sobbed on top of him as the blood rushed back into the tortured buds, even more intensely painful and erotic than it had been the last time. Master's tongue laved over her nipples as his fingers gently rubbed the other, and Alanna ground down on top of him. Her orgasm swelled and burst, expanding throughout her entire body, and now she was arching and curling for a different reason, as the pleasure raced from her pussy down her legs and then back up into her breasts and out of her throat as she screamed her pleasure. 

Feeling her pussy convulsing around him, David thrust up hard, shoving into her to the hilt and rubbing his body against hers. Wrapping both of his arms around her, one around her waist, the other around her shoulders, David tipped Alanna back carefully, lowering her to the ground as her orgasm slowed. Laying her down on the shag carpet, her wrists still bound behind her, David put an ankle on each shoulder and began to pump into her, hard and fast and carnally intent. Alanna gasped and then cried out as Master split her open, this position allowing him to delve incredibly deeply into her body... with her hands restrained she was powerless to stop him, unable to touch him, a receptacle for his pleasure... as he was the creator of hers.

The rush of passion overwhelmed her as he leaned forward, the hard planes of his body rubbing against her pussy lips, and she shrieked as he forced her into a new plane of rapture, her body unable to prevent him from over stimulating her nerves. Her breasts bounced with the power of his thrusts, nipples pulsing in the cool air, and his cock pumped in and out of her shivering pussy as she came and came and came...

David made a final lunge into her, pushing her several inches along the carpet and held her hips tightly, keeping her legs flush against him as he let loose a torrent of cum inside of her. Groaning, he made several small motions with his hips, extending his own pleasure as the last spurts of his seed spurted inside of her. With a sigh, he let her legs down and they fell on either side of him as he leaned forward, gently kissing her nipples, her neck, her lips... worshiping her with his mouth. Alanna moaned and wrapped her legs around him, tucking her ankles into the crook of his knees. Even slowly shrinking, Master felt wonderful inside of her.




Submission Ch. 15



She kissed him back when their lips met, passionately and sweetly. 

Eventually he fell out of her and then he pulled away long enough to undo the cuffs on her wrists before gathering her back up into his arms, stroking her sides and hair. Alanna tilted her head back, her hands pressing against her Master's chest and rubbing small circles on his skin as her eyes and lips sweetly begged for a kiss. Unable to resist, David gave it to her.

Now was not the time, not when she still had to prove herself to the government, i.e. Curtis, that she was well-trained and not a problem. He kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth and she made small sounds of happiness in her throat. David tried to say in his kiss what he couldn't say with his words.

After he was sure that she'd truly learned her lesson and that she appreciated him instead of taking him for granted... after she'd proven herself to Curtis...after he was sure he'd be able to keep her. 

Then he'd be able to tell her that he loved her.



Submission Ch. 16



Alanna shook with nervousness as Master led her into the mansion by the leash he had affixed to her collar. 

It was Saturday night and he was taking her to a party, but she had to follow strict orders about everything. Although Alanna still slept on the mat at the end of Master's bed and he still called her pussy, and the plug with the tail was still hanging down between her legs right now, she knew that this party was both a reward and another test. Ruining things for him here tonight could result in much more than Master's disappointment and punishment of her. 

No matter what anyone said, she must not speak without Master's permission. No matter what anyone did, she must allow it unless Master said otherwise. He had told her that she would not be the only Repiban woman here tonight. There would be others. She was not allowed to speak with them at all. 

She was wearing a gorgeous gown of deep purple and royal blue, which made her creamy skin glow, especially the swells of her breasts where they were pushed up by the tight bodice of her dress. Alanna was still not entirely comfortable with the clothes that Master had bought her, and was nervous about being here at a party where other people could see her. But she had to admit that when she'd seen herself in the mirror, with the full skirt, narrowed waist and plumped breasts, her hair piled and pinned on top of her head with only a few curls coming down, that she had never looked so beautiful. Ms. Bliss had helped her with cosmetics, enhancing her features. 

In fact, as one of Master's employees, Ms. Bliss was here tonight, looking beautiful in a pink gown that had sparkles all over it. Her hair was down. In fact, Alanna realized as she looked around the room, most of the women had their hair down. She caught a glimpse of a woman with her hair up, and then saw the collar that was clasped about that woman's neck. That's when Alanna realized that her hair was piled in order to display the collar. She bit her lip, disliking that she was marked out as different from most of the other women in the room. When Ms. Bliss caught her eye and smiled at her, nodding a greeting, Alanna nodded back and then lifted her chin. She had chosen to be with Master and she would wear his collar and leash with pride. 

David was watching his slave carefully, alert to any nuance that might cause her to misbehave. He would whisk her out of here if he had to, hopefully before she could do permanent damage, but either way it would look bad. Bringing her here tonight was taking a risk, but she had been very well behaved for the past few days and he couldn't do an accurate test of his control over her without taking her out of her comfort zone. Curtis was sure to push her on Monday and so he needed to push her now, in an environment that he had more control over. 

The saucy tilt of her chin amused him. That was the Alanna he cherished. Realizing that she was dressed slightly differently and daring anyone to think less of her for it. When he stopped to actually talk to some people, her chin went back down again and she remained quite close to him. Keeping her leash firmly in his hand, he wrapped one arm around her, curving his arm around the slender waist of the corset. Feeling her Master surrounding her, Alanna relaxed.

Her tension ratcheted back up when one of the admiring young men in the group ran his finger over the top of her breast. David had not warned her that, in public, any skin showing on a collared woman was fair game for others to touch. At a private party like this, mere touching of exposed skin could always lead to other intimacies as well. Demagon was quite open about sex and there was no stigma attached to sexual displays in public as long as you weren't opposed to others joining in. It was the complete opposite from the culture Alanna had been raised in. She shot an appealing look up at her Master, confused, frightened that she would be punished, and rather mortified that someone other than him was touching her, and Master just stared her down. Alanna bent her head. 

"Quite lovely, but not used to being in public?" The young man asked. His finger followed her neckline, which dipped dangerously close to the pinkness surrounding her nipple, and Alanna's breath caught as he rubbed her flesh. 

"This is her first outing," Master said.

"Ah," another woman in the group said. "She so shy, I'd wondered. Have you seen Lyle's Cassandra?"

"No, we just arrived," said Master. The group parted on one side and Alanna peered through their bodies and gasped in shock. There was a blonde woman there on a leash, just visible across the room, wearing nothing but a bodice which did nothing to cover her lower parts or her breasts, although it did push the swell of her mounds up as though they were being presented on a platter. The man holding her leash was watching as another young man tugged on the woman's, who must be Cassandra, nipples. Cassandra was panting, her hips moving. 

The group laughed, Alanna's cheeks burned as she sank into her Masters side. He would never expose her like that, would he? 

Feeling her trembling against him, David leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Not to worry Pussy, I would only dress you like that as a punishment if you were very, very bad."

Alanna immediately renewed her vow to be very, VERY good. Sneaking another look through the bodies, she saw the look of erotic lust and eagerness on the Cassandra's face. Is that what she looked like when Master pulled on her nipples? 

"Poor darling looks terrified," the woman who pointed out Cassandra said. She cross the small circle to stand directly in front of Alanna. Despite the fact that she was shorter than Alanna by an inch, Alanna had never seen another woman with such a sense of confidence and power about her. She felt rather awed, despite herself. The woman was certainly beautiful, with dark blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, curling only at the very ends, and wearing a green dress that made her eyes look like jewels. Alanna ducked her head. "Look at me pet."

Slim fingers pushed under Alanna's chin and tilted her head back up high enough that the woman could look into her eyes. 

"Quite nice," she said, and then she leaned forward and kissed Alanna full on the mouth. Alanna might have tried to jerk away, but Master's arm held her in check, his grip tightening warningly and she remembered that it was up to Master what people were allowed to do with her. Not herself. How far would he let this go? She let her lips open as the other woman's tongue pressed against her, and then they were kissing. It was like the sweetest, gentlest kisses that Master gave her. The woman's lips pressed and her tongue was in Alanna's mouth, and then she pulled her tongue out and closed their lips before pressing forward again. 

Finally the woman ended the kiss and pulled away completely, smiling at Alanna. "That wasn't so bad, was it, pet?" 

Alanna nodded and glanced up at her Master. He inclined his head. 

"Thank you, ma'am," Alanna said, ducking her head down again. She wasn't sure that was the right thing to say, but she felt like she was supposed to say something. 

"Lovely acquisition, David," the woman said before wandering off away from the group. 

David! Master's name was David! Alanna looked up at her Master. She couldn't think of him as anything else, but it was still wonderful to know his name. Master tapped one finger on her nose.

"Don't get any ideas, imp," he said, but his eyes sparkled in his stern face. Alanna shook her head. He was Master. Although in her heart, secretly, she curled around the knowledge of his name. He was her David. 

"Are you willing to let her use her mouth for anything other than kisses?" the young man who had touched her breasts asked. The group laughed again, all of them looking at Alanna. She blushed and looked at the floor again. It seemed safest. She wondered what the young man had meant by that. 

"She'll be eating dinner soon," said Master, mildly. That received uproarious laughter, although Alanna didn't entirely understand why. Because she was looking at the floor she missed the acknowledging, but not at all ashamed, look that the young man gave her Master. 

Dinner was exquisite. Alanna was seated beside her Master. There were six other women in collars at the entire party and only two others were sitting at the table. The other three were on the floor beside their Masters. Alanna felt a rush of gratitude that Master was allowing her to sit next to him tonight, the first dinner that they'd shared together in a week. More than shared; Alanna didn't have her own plate and Master fed her every bite she took. It created an intimacy that he seemed to enjoy as much as she did, lifting forkfuls to her mouth and inserting them between her lips, watching her face avidly as she chewed and swallowed. 

By the end of dinner Alanna was feeling unaccountably aroused. 

Afterwards there was dancing, which Master had no interest in participating in. They skirted the edges of the dance floor as Master chatted with several groups of people. Alanna just drank everything in with her eyes. The other Repiban women in particular interested her, she wondered if they were happy with their lot as well. Seeing them had made her realize just how favored she was by her Master. The other women either knelt at their Master's feet or stood just behind him... none of them had their Master's arm around her as Alanna did. 

Cassandra was certainly the most visible of the Repiban women... Alanna blushed every time she saw the naked woman's body, mostly because there was always someone playing with it. Lyle, her Master, must enjoy seeing other men and women touching her. When a woman knelt on the floor in front of Cassandra, and put her mouth between the Repiban women's legs, Alanna felt a flush of heat go through her... her owner moved behind Cassandra, letting her lean on him as he played with her breasts. The slave writhed between the two of them, an expression of ecstasy on her face. It didn't appear that she cared if other people were watching. None of them seemed to. 

Squirming, Alanna leaned into her Master's body, but she couldn't pay attention to the conversation going on around her. Her eyes kept returning to the erotic sight of the slave climbing her way to orgasm as the small crowd around her watched... Alanna could no longer see the woman between Cassandra's legs, but she caught glimpses of the slave's face. 

Sensing his little one's distraction, David turned his head to look at what she was watching. Ah. Lyle and Cassandra again. The expression on her face was both horrified and intrigued... on the other hand, other than the videos he'd put on for her when he'd been preparing her for anal sex, she had probably never seen anyone engaged in sexual contact. 

"Excuse us," he said to the circle of co-workers. They nodded and waved him on, pulling Alanna with him by the arm he had secured around her slender waist, and steered her towards the crowd around Lyle and Cassandra. When she realized they were going her steps faltered, but only for a moment.

Looking down at her, David was distracted and entranced by the beautiful swell of her breasts and the generous cleavage that her tight bodice created. He would have to have her wear corsets on a more frequent basis. 

When they got close enough, David managed to squeeze him and Alanna into a space where she would have a good view, putting her in front of him and wrapping his arms around her waist. Alanna was completely astounded by the blatant display of lust and eroticism, she barely noticed, but took comfort in, the warm weight of her Master standing firmly behind her. 

Cassandra's cries of passion were getting louder and higher, the brunette head between her legs pressed firmly against her. Behind her, her Master was grinding himself into her buttocks, one of his arms around her waist to hold her up while the other continued to play with her breast. This had nothing to do with mating and everything to do with pleasure... Alanna knew that the woman was orally pleasuring Cassandra, the way that Master sometimes did her. Was it different with a woman?

What would it be like to be the woman between Cassandra's legs?

This thought was so outside of Alanna's experience that she shrank back, into her Master. She didn't even realize that her hands were clutching at his arms around her, keeping her safely encircled by his body. The corset was hard to breath in and she was starting to feel a little faint. When Cassandra began to orgasm, her body shuddering between her two lovers, Alanna's own body jerked in reaction to the loud cries, the heaving movements of Cassandra's body. 

When Master's hand drifted up and squeezed the swell of her breast that was visible over the neckline of her bodice, Alanna shivered. She realized that she wasn't just shocked or disturbed by the exhibitionism of the Repiban slave... she was turned on. Around them people applauded, as if they had just watched a particularly good theatrical performance. Which, in a way, they had.

The group began to disperse as the woman between Cassandra's legs stood, smiling, and exchanged a few words with Lyle. The three of them moved off, heading towards the stairs. 

Master's hard body pressed against Alanna, and even through the layers of skirts she was wearing she could feel his arousal. He'd enjoyed watching too. Alanna turned in his arms, looking up at him with her eyes wide and lips parted. The passion in his eyes as he looked down at her turned her knees weak. She was very aware of the fluttering beat of her pulse against the collar around her neck, the marker of his ownership over her. 

If Master wanted to strip her down in front of people, allow someone else to touch her, would she enjoy it? Her mind said no, but the throbbing wetness between her legs said yes.

He bent to her and kissed her hungrily, uncaring of the people around them, as his mouth opened her lips to him and he took her breath away with a deeply passionate kiss. Alanna's fingers tugged at the lapels of his jacket as she kissed him back, her body pressing against him as much as possible. Master kissed her until she really thought she might fall down in a faint, too wound up in his arousal and excitement to be able to concentrate on breathing properly. 

When his lips finally left hers and he pulled her against him, her head on his shoulder as she quivered, he whispered into her ear.

"Did that turn you on little one? Did you like watching? Or were you picturing yourself in Cassandra's shoes?" 

Being called "little one" instead of "Pussy" made Alanna's eyes tear up... Master must be very pleased with her. But she wasn't sure if she could talk yet so she just nodded, her head rubbing against his shoulder. 

"Both?" he asked, and she nodded again. The deep chuckle that went through her Master's body vibrated in her ear drums, and she knew that he was planning something that would make her both uncomfortable and satisfy her completely. She felt Master's muscles shift against her as he turned his head. 

"Henry, Patricia, would you like to join us in one of the rooms upstairs?"

Alanna peeked in the direction that her Master was looking, and blushed deeply as she saw the couple that was entwined next to them. It was the blonde woman in the green dress who had kissed her, standing next to the woman was the young man who had touched her breasts. They looked as though they had just been entwined in a passionate embrace.

"Are you sharing?" Henry asked curiously, his eyes acquisitive as he looked Alanna over. To her surprise Patricia didn't look jealous at Henry's interest, her own eyes were lit up at the suggestion.

"For touching," her Master said, and Alanna stifled a moan. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or excited. "But mostly for watching. And I think she might enjoy an audience."

"I see," Henry said. He glanced at Patricia and laughed, seeing the naked lust on her face as she looked at David's slave. "I think we'd both enjoy that as well."

David's arm held Alanna tightly against him as he led her down the hall, his hand had a firm grip on the leash attached to her collar. Not that she seemed to be thinking about running. Truthfully, as much as he enjoyed watching Lyle and Cassandra, he preferred the position of a voyeur to performer. And he'd rather not share Alanna with anyone, but at least Henry and Patricia were friends and this would help prepare Alanna for Monday when he would require her to perform in front of Curtis. This way her first time being on display and following his orders in front of other people would be pleasurable. 

And he certainly had no qualms about watching Henry and Patricia together. They were a lovely couple, not at all adverse to showing off a little, although they didn't seem to be able to make a real relationship out of their trysts. Alanna had already met them, so to speak, and he trusted them not to take advantage of his willingness to let them touch her. 

As soon as they got behind closed doors, in a sumptuous bedroom with a very large bed covered in purple fabric that almost matched the purple in Alanna's dress, Patricia eagerly stepped in front of Alanna and kissed her again. Alanna shuddered, feeling both excited and anxious over this turn of events, but her Master's comforting presence stayed close. He stepped behind her again, his body pressing her forward into Patricia's. The other woman moaned into Alanna's mouth, and she opened her eyes to see Henry kissing Patricia's neck. The two women were sandwiched between the men. 

Patricia's nimble fingers began unlacing Alanna's bodice, as Henry untied the strap of Patricia's gown that was resting on the back of her neck. When the fabric fell, Alanna found herself unable to look away from Patricia's beautiful breasts. They were slightly larger than Alanna's, with darker pink nipples, and Alanna felt the wetness between her legs growing even more as Henry began to play with them, distracting Patricia and making it harder for her to unlace Alanna's bodice. Master helped Patricia by undoing the laces on the back of Alanna's bodice so that they could lift the stiffened fabric over her head. As soon as her nipples touched the air they hardened to little points.

Fascinated, Henry lifted Patricia's breasts and rubbed them against Alanna's, so that their nipples pressed against each other, circling each other. Patricia laughed and swatted her hand at Henry, making Master chuckle and even Alanna smiled, the humor in Henry's playfulness helping her relax. 

"Let me see you suck her nipple," Master whispered in Alanna's ear.

A silent thrill went through her. Fear, desire, worry, lust warred in her body... obedience to her Master won and she leaned forward from the waist to suck one of Patricia's pert nipples into her mouth. It was much larger than Master's nipple, firm and so sensitive. Alanna could feel her Master undoing her skirts and sliding them off of her. She lifted her feet one at a time to step out of them, still suckling at Patricia's breast as the other woman moaned and kissed Henry passionately over her shoulder.  

Because of the way she was leaning forward, once Master pressed up behind Alanna again, she could feel his hard shaft against her backside. If he hadn't been wearing pants he would be able to thrust into her, and she tried to rub herself against him as she sucked even harder on Patricia's teat, the desire in her pussy translating to an increased effort with her mouth. 

"OH!" Patricia cried out as Henry moved from behind her and joined Alanna at the blonde's breasts, sucking her other nipple between his lips. At the same time his hand slid up Alanna's thigh, fingers questing inwards until he brushed her pussy. She was shocked at this touch, and started to shift away, but Master felt her movement and delivered a short, sharp slap to the right side of her ass, keeping her in place. Henry's fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy and Alanna moaned around the breast flesh in her mouth... was it wrong that it felt so good to be touched by someone besides her Master?




Submission Ch. 16



And yet her Master was here, dominating this entire scene, his presence intricately entwined in every aspect. 

"I think it's Alanna's turn," Patricia said, gasping as she moved her body away from the mouths that were latched onto her. Immediately Henry turned and his mouth descended on Alanna's breast before she could say anything. Patricia bent and took Alanna's unoccupied nipple into her mouth. As Alanna leaned back against her Master, Henry's fingers pushed inside of her aching pussy and she gasped and moaned, her lower body moving against Master's hard groin, wishing that he was unclothed and inside of her instead of Henry's fingers. 

Having both of her nipples sucked at once was a completely new experience, and one that Alanna found dizzying and wonderful. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against her Master. 

Then Henry's fingers left her pussy and moved back towards her anus... only to encounter her plug and tail. His mouth left her breast as he looked up at her Master, fingers tugging on her tail and making Alanna squirm.

"What's this?" he asked. 

"Part of her punishment," Master replied. Alanna blushed hot shame that now these two knew she'd needed to be punished, although she was grateful to her Master that he didn't say why.

Patricia had removed her mouth from Alanna's breast now too and had crouched down to see what Henry was talking about. "Oh my! A tail, how sweet. She really is a pet."

The longer nail of a woman circled around the plug in Alanna's ass and she quivered at the contact, heat pulsing through her body. 

"What else does she get for punishment?" Henry asked.

"Sometimes she gets a spanking for asking too many questions," Master said, but he wasn't serious, there was a definite note of teasing in his voice. Alanna giggled and David kissed her temple, happy to see that she was enjoying herself. Already she was relaxed about being completely naked in front of them, although it probably helped that Patricia's breasts were on full display already. 

"Oh I like that," Patricia said, grinning evilly. Imperiously she gestured at Henry. "Take off your clothes and lean over the bed, pet."

Alanna was starting to figure out that Patricia's nickname for anyone she saw as submissive was 'pet,' but she was shocked that Patricia considered a man to be submissive to her. She was even more shocked when Henry's eyes lit up and he quickly divested himself of his clothing, his long cock bobbing in front of him as he planted himself face down on the bed, feet on the floor with his legs spread. Patricia followed him over, her dress hanging around her hips as her breasts swayed back and forth with her movements. Master's arms wrapped around Alanna, one cupping her breasts as the fingers from his other hand began to make small circles around her clit.

Shuddering and moaning, Alanna didn't know what to do with her hands, they moved fitfully from Master's arm to her belly, until he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Put your arms around my neck."

Immediately she lifted up her arms and wrapped her hands behind her Master's neck, effectively bowing her body and allowing him full access to her. The position made her feel vulnerable and sexy. Her body jerked with shock and sympathetic reaction when Patricia's hand came down on Henry's buttocks, perhaps not as firmly as her own Master's was capable of, but certainly hard enough to sting and leave a light pink mark. For the first time, Alanna was privy to what it looked like for someone to be spanked, and seeing a man in the receiving position absolutely boggled her. 

David chuckled, wondering if letting her see that there were submissive men in the world was truly a good idea, but he was enjoying her reactions. He saw the wondering glance that she was giving him out of the corner of her eye, even as she pushed her body against his in sensual enjoyment of his hands on her, and then the little shake of her head, as if she'd wondered if he would ever let her try that and had immediately negated the idea. Alanna was more curious than turned on by the sight of a man being punished.

Releasing his hold on her body, David took the leash that was hanging around Alanna's neck and used it to lead her over to the other side of the bed as Patricia finished up her spanking. They never lasted long. She and Henry got too excited by the activity to prolong it. Another reason why David preferred Alanna over any Demagon woman. She might be smart and capable of independence, but she got off on being dominated and didn't protest when he took his time about it. Demagon women were all too prone to topping from the bottom constantly and demanding that the activities move at their pace and they weren't interested in being denied their satisfaction. Alanna reveled in it.

Henry was thrusting his hips against the bed, rubbing his cock against the fabric of the comforter as Patricia gave him one final spank. She shimmied the rest of her dress off and the silky fabric slipped off and hit the floor as she climbed onto the bed. Happily, eagerly, Henry climbed on top of her and shoved his stiffened cock between her legs, his pink buttocks thrusting at her body. 

Alanna was so engrossed in watching, so aroused by this erotic display of passion, that she barely noticed as Master pushed her upper body forward, placing her in the position that Henry had been in, but on the opposite side of the bed. Since Master had brought them closer to the foot of the bed, Alanna had a fantastic view of Henry's wide cock parting Patricia's pretty pink pussy, which was covered in golden curls. Her juices glistened on Henry's cock as it enthusiastically pillaged her body. 

When Master began to push into Alanna from behind she groaned and wiggled her bottom... he felt wonderfully deep at this angle and the plug made her even tighter around him. The soft strands of the tail were brushing against her lower back where Master had pushed them, a light teasing sensation that made her feel wonderfully sensitive. The tugging on her leash made her collar press against the front of her throat and she arched her back, pushing up onto her forearms. Master didn't deprive of her of air, exactly, but he did use the leash and collar to pull him back against her. Alanna trusted him not to hurt her, but the slight tingle of fear as guided her by her throat enhanced the pleasure and excitement that was rippling through her body. The visual stimulation of Henry and Patricia's entwined bodies distracted her from the sensations in her own pussy, and she vacillated back and forth between watching them and focusing on the wonderful friction of Master's cock thrusting into her from behind, the feel of his hips pressing against her buttocks.

Patricia's eyes met hers, the green orbs glowing with hungry lust as she watched Alanna and her Master. Seeing the other woman watching them, Alanna's body tightened with excitement. Master's hand came down on the side of her ass, and Alanna bucked as her insides clenched, giving Patricia even more of a show to watch as Henry heaved and moaned on top of her. Patricia's legs wrapped around Henry, pulling him further into her, and her own cries of passion were increasing as she watched David and Alanna.

The press of Alanna's collar against her throat was making it just a little hard for her to breath as she panted with excitement, and the slight struggle to breathe somehow transmitted even more tingling pleasure to her pussy, her clit swelling as Master's sack slapped rhythmically against it. Patricia writhed and her body arched underneath Henry's, thrusting upwards, and the two of them let out loud cries of pleasure as they crossed the finish line to their fulfillment together. They held each other in the afterglow of bliss for only a moment or two before both of them turned their attention to Alanna and her Master. 

Shivering, Alanna's nipples buzzed as the two turned to watch her and her Master. She bit her lip, wanting to keep her moans inside of her where no audience could hear them, but at the same time being observed as Master rutted her from behind only turned her on more. Suddenly Master pulled on the collar, and Alanna cried out as her upper body arched and her breasts thrust out. Now she was practically standing, her hands on her collar as Master's cock thrust forcefully into her from below. She was completely on display for the watching Patricia and Henry, her legs spread far apart enough that they could see David's cock burrowing into her soft folds. 

Master took her wrists and brought them back around his neck, keeping Alanna in place as the other couple crawled towards them. She moaned, feeling a complete wanton as their mouths latched onto her breasts again. It was too much... her embarrassment at losing control in front of them only added to her rapture as her orgasm washed over her, the tugging on her nipples and thrusting of Master's cock into her pussy made her body ripple and spasm, over and over as the waves of ecstasy consumed her. Two slender fingers pinched her clit, and Alanna was so far gone that she didn't even care that another woman was touching her, she screamed her passion as she came violently.

David wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as he spewed cum into her body, her grasping pussy milking the fluid from him. Alanna shook and undulated against him, her body moving to its own rhythm as she was subsumed with the intense orgasm. Both Henry and Patricia had released her nipples, although Patricia's fingers still rubbed gently against Alanna's clit, just brushing against David's shaft where it was buried in her pussy, as they watched the slave shuddering the last spasms of her pleasure. 

When Alanna opened her eyes to see Patricia and Henry avidly watching her, she blushed deeply. Especially when she realized that Patricia was the one who had been touching her. The other woman winked as she licked Alanna's juices from her fingers. 

Master fell from her body, leaving her filled with only the plug. Even though Alanna felt mortified by her undressed state, now that she was no longer worked up in an aroused frenzy, the three Demagons were completely natural, joking and complimenting each other as they got dressed. Patricia helped Alanna get laced back into her corset. 

"Would you like to say thank you to Patricia and Henry," Master asked.

Alanna nodded and looked at them shyly, feeling slightly more brave now that she was clothed again. "Thank you very much, for allowing me to watch you and for being um... with... ah..."

They both laughed.

"Our pleasure, pet," Patricia said, giving Alanna a thorough french kiss. Kissing another woman no longer shocked Alanna as much as she even kissed Patricia back a little. Henry brushed his lips over hers as well, although he didn't take his liberties further than that. 

"Anytime you'd like to do that again," he said, winking at her. Blushing, Alanna pressed against her Master. Although she had enjoyed herself thoroughly, she still preferred it just being her and her Master. Being watched with him was very arousing, but being alone together was much more intimate and ultimately satisfying. Even now she longed to be at home with him, in his bed.

A little sadly, she wondered if she'd be sleeping with him or at the foot of his bed again tonight.



Submission Ch. 17



Alanna had pleased David greatly over the weekend. She had been nervous and scared at the party, but had still been able to lower her inhibitions and let loose. The rest of the weekend had been extremely pleasurable for both of them, other than her absence in his bed. But at least now she seemed resigned to it... more than resigned, she was submitting to what her Master ordered rather than trying to fight for what she wanted. At least, when it came to that. The little minx would still occasionally try to top from the bottom, but he didn't want that rebellious spirit completely wiped out of her. For now though, he needed her mostly cowed and on her best behavior. 

Curtis was coming today.

He was sure that Alanna thought that if she passed the test for Curtis then she'd be allowed back in David's bed. That wasn't true, unfortunately. If only life were that simple, but David knew himself well enough to acknowledge that he wanted to be completely dominant over Alanna and that wouldn't happen if she saw her punishment as a reaction to Curtis rather than as a judgment from her Master. She would be back allowed into his bed on his schedule, not hers. But that didn't mean that her life was still completely turned upside down. For her good behavior at the party he had taken off her knee pads and mitts yesterday afternoon for a pleasurable session in the Dungeon, and then she'd been allowed to eat at the dinner table with him, and converse. 

Although she'd spent the first few minutes weeping with happiness, which had led to some very enjoyable comforting and holding, and ended with her sitting on his lap for the meal as he fed her tidbits. So it wasn't as if he wasn't indulging her somewhat. Having her tucked under his chin as she nibbled pieces of meat from his fingers and babbled about her impressions of the party, her observations on the Demagons and their fashion, and her past week's lessons with Ms. Bliss was everything that David had been missing so much. He hoped, prayed, begged, whatever deity was out there that Alanna would continue her good behavior.

He also hoped that she had learned her lesson about not taking him for granted. There would be more times when he wasn't able to tend to her desires as much as he might like to, and he hoped they never had to go through this punishment and training ever again. So far his tactics seemed to be working; she appreciated whatever time she got with him rather than assuming that she would have all the time that she wanted, or acting out when she didn't get as much time as she wanted. Both of them had learned a lot over the past week, about appreciating each other and working together to make their unique circumstances mutually satisfying. Tending to Alanna wasn't nearly as draining as it had been before this week and yet she seemed happier than ever for the most part. 

And hopefully soon she could be Alanna all the time again. Not that David wasn't fond of Pussy, she was certainly very cute crawling around on the floor with her tail and her blushes, but he already missed the woman and it hadn't even been a week.

*****

Alanna did not like the way that Master had dressed her for Curtis, but she knew better than to complain. She was wearing undergarments only, which put most of her body on full display. The blue cups over her breasts pushed them up into creamy mounds and barely covered her nipples. Although her pussy was decently covered by the lower undergarment of matching blue, there was only a thin strip of fabric which fit down the crease of her ass, leaving her buttocks completely exposed. At least she didn't have a tail, Master had inserted a regular plug into her bottom this morning. 

From the way Master's eyes lingered on her, she knew that she looked enticing. But she didn't want to look enticing for Curtis.

Still, she resolved to be grateful that she wasn't completely naked. Before Saturday night and seeing Cassandra she might have been appalled at her own lack of clothing, now she knew that there were even more provocative outfits available. 

"Get into position," Master said. Alanna knelt smoothly, her legs spreading and her hands behind her back, resting just above her ass. For a moment she wished for her knee pads, the marble of the front hallway was hard on her knees... but hopefully she wouldn't be here for too long. 

The doorbell rang and Alanna tensed, but didn't look up. When Master answered it, she was both surprised and relieved to recognize Ms. Bliss' voice.

"I'm glad they sent you," she heard her Master say warmly.

Ms. Bliss' laugh rang throughout the hall. "I requested to be the one sent today, I wouldn't leave our girl hanging unless I had to. I wasn't sure that they'd sent me until this morning though or I would have told you on Saturday."

"Well it's good to have you here," Master said. 

"Ah hello Karen, David," another voice said. Alanna tensed. 

"Curtis," Ms. Bliss replied. Her voice was cool but not entirely unwelcoming. Alanna realized that Ms. Bliss wasn't particularly fond of Curtis, but she didn't dislike him completely. And Alanna trusted Ms. Bliss. The realization that Curtis might not be the enemy, the way Alanna had been thinking of him, was unsettling.

"Curtis," said Master, his voice sounding relaxed. Completely different from the tension he'd had all morning. Alanna fought the urge to peek at them as they exchanged social niceties, ignoring the mostly naked woman in the middle of the foray. 

It seemed like forever, and her knees were aching on the hard marble, before the three of them approached her. Anxiety rose in Alanna and her breathing quickened. 

"So this is the rebellious slave?" Curtis asked, his voice disapproving. After listening to him talk to Master and Ms. Bliss, Alanna realized that his contempt was for women in general, not her personally and not even her as a Repiban. He was courteous to Ms. Bliss but also somewhat dismissive. Somehow that made him easier to deal with, knowing that it wasn't a personal grudge against her for her behavior at the slave auction. Still, she would have to prove to him that she was not a rebellious slave.

Because she wasn't sure if he had been addressing her, Alanna remained silent. There was a long pause. 

"Interesting," Curtis said finally. "She does seem much more meek than she did last week." Now his words dripped with contempt, and some part of Alanna wanted to rise up and prove to him that she wasn't meek at all. Which, of course was the entire point of his words. If she had been on her own it would have been hard not to jump up or at the very least say something, but with her Master's orders to stay put there was no question of what she was going to do. She was going to stay right here, no matter what he did or said. 

"I told you," Master said, his voice drawling as if he were bored or amused. "It was a misunderstanding of her orders."

Curtis' feet stopped in front of her. "Are you a good student, Alanna?"

"I try to be, Sir," she said immediately, addressing him with the honorific that Master had instructed her to. She kept her voice soft and her eyes on the ground. Curtis' feet tapped, the soft sole of his dress shoes making a muted beat against the floor. 

"Have you learned how to tell time yet?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, truthfully. In fact, she had learned how to tell time before barging into her Master's office. But she didn't say that of course. There was another long moment of silence, and Alanna wished she could squirm to a more comfortable position for her knees, but with everyone's eyes on her she didn't dare move an inch. 

"You're keeping her as a submissive, not just a slave?" Curtis asked.

"Yes, she's particularly well suited to me," Master said, and she could hear the honest affection in his voice. Her body felt like it warmed several degrees. She knew what Curtis had meant. It had been a surprise to her, during one of her lessons about Demagon's culture and the role that captive Repibans played in it, to find out that not all Demagons kept the Repiban women for the mating ritual. Some of them just wanted a woman around the house who had domestic capabilities (which was mostly what Repiban women had) and never touched them for sex because they were already in a monogamous relationship with someone else. Alanna was getting a better idea of the benefits of monogamy after Saturday night's party, while she enjoyed playing with Patricia and Henry, she was glad that she didn't have to share her Master with any other wives or slaves. He was HER Master, her David.

"May I?"

"Go ahead. Alanna, you will obey Curtis as you would obey me."

Alanna didn't know what to expect. Master had warned her that at some point Curtis was going to have the opportunity to test her, but he hadn't told her what form the test might come in. She hadn't thought that he would just hand the reigns over the Curtis though.

For himself, David was much more tense and worried than he appeared. He wished that he knew how Curtis might test Alanna. She had been remarkably compliant the past few days, but this was going to severely test her boundaries and trust in him. Of course he would never allow Curtis to hurt her, but did she truly know and believe that? Fortunately Ms. Bliss didn't seem too worried, which helped alleviate some of his nerves. Then again, it's not like she had quite as much on the line as he did. While she was quite fond of Alanna, it wasn't like she was in love-

David cut off that line of thinking. He wasn't going to think about that right now, not when Alanna could choose to say forget this, and leave him and this stupid test and take Ms. Bliss up on her previous offer. Or if Alanna's desire to stay with him and her trust in him wasn't enough and she ended up mouthing back at Curtis. 

A hand touched Alanna's shoulder, and she automatically winced, even though it was nothing more than a light brush. The silence in the foray seemed deafening. Determinedly, Alanna set her shoulders back into position, thrusting her breasts out. She was not going to fail this test. Curtis had done nothing to her so far, there was no reason for her to flinch. 

There was movement, almost too quick for her to follow, and leather straps snapped against the top of her breast. She stifled her yelp, settling back into position. The jerk of surprise she'd given had unsettled her balance and caused her knees to come a little together. With her eyes on the floor, unable to see anything more than pants and shoes, she could almost pretend it was her Master that was walking around her.

That imagery settled her down quickly enough. Her muscles relaxed and her breathing slowed... she still felt hyper aware and anxious, but not quite as frightened anymore and not as jumpy. Master was in the room and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. In fact, she was starting to understand why he'd put her in such odd undergarments. Curtis now had access to her body, which he would need to test her, but Master had covered the more important parts.

She was his.

The thought sent a flush of heat through her and she had to bite her lip against a moan. Now the odd clothing, which had seemed to expose her, felt like the wrap of his arms around her, protecting her and covering her. Leather straps his her breasts, lightly smacked against her stomach, and snapped against her buttocks. Alanna kept her eyes closed and head down, concentrating on her Master and how much she wanted to stay with him. The care that he had shown her was so much more than anything she had witnessed growing up, the kind of adoration and time that he put into her training, his constant watch over her person and her emotions, and even the punishments. This was a new world that she had joined, and she was happy here. Happier than she'd ever thought possible. 

"Lean forward and put your hands on the floor, palm down," Curtis said. 

Alanna immediately complied. 

"Now put your feet down on the floor and push that sweet ass in the air." 

Although she blushed at his words, Alanna pushed herself up, presenting her backside to him more completely than Master had ever required her to. There was no hesitation in her. She was safe. Master's garments protected her, his presence surrounded her and there was nothing that Curtis could ask her to do that would make her hesitate or react in an inappropriate way. That assurance, that self confidence, surrounded her. 

The lash of the flogger against her ass and the cotton covering her pussy made her shudder. Even though it was being wielded by a man she had no attraction to, she couldn't help the automatic reaction her body had to the stinging sensations. The skin of her ass tingled pleasurably, although every snap made her skin more sensitive and little lashes of pain began to mix with the pleasure she was feeling. Which only enhanced her arousal, as usual. 

When Curtis stopped she felt relief mixed with disappointment. Her body was burning, more from the need to orgasm than from the heat in her beaten buttocks and pussy lips. 

"She seems to have come along nicely, but she's enjoying this far too much," Curtis said, his voice bland. 

"What happens if she's told to do something she doesn't want to do." 

"Try her," said her Master. Alanna quaked inside... what was Curtis going to ask her to do? But she was resolved to do whatever it was, and prove her Master's confidence in her had merit. 

"Alanna put your feet together." 

She did so, although this put more of a strain on her back and arms. 

"Put your weight on your feet and grasp your ankles, or as close as you can get." 

Part of her wanted to snort. Master kept her on a good exercise regimen - partly because of her love of sweets - and Alanna was quite flexible. There was no strain as she assumed the position that Curtis expected, and she felt almost resentful of him that he would assume she'd have trouble. 

That feeling of slight superiority and confidence that she had was quickly absolved with his next words. 

"Pull your underwear down to your knees." 

Oh no... that would expose her completely to him... then he could touch her as he wished, do whatever he wanted... would they truly test her like that? 

Master spoke. "Alanna, do as Curtis said." 

She shivered a little at hearing him call her by her real name, and her hands reached up, trembling and pulled her underwear down to her knees. A few tears fell to the ground in front of her, and she was sure that she could feel Curtis' hot gaze on her splayed privates. 

Grabbing her ankles again, she felt herself getting dizzy, more from her humiliation and uncertainty than from the position. A hand caressed her buttocks and she whimpered with fear but didn't jerk away. To her surprise the hand patted her, almost comfortingly and then withdrew. 

"You may pull your undergarments back up and assume your original position." 

Shock rippled through her, and for a moment she didn't move because she was too surprised. 

"Alanna." Her Master's voice sounded somewhat exasperated. Alanna rushed to comply, wincing as her knees hit the ground harder than she meant to because she was moving to quickly to control her movements as well as she normally did. Curtis walked away from her, back towards Master and Ms. Bliss. Despite the discomfort in being back on her knees, now that she'd knocked them into the floor, Alanna was completely distracted, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Still too spirited, but it's obvious you've put in a lot of work with her," Curtis said to Master. 

"I like her spirit," said Master.

"I know," said Curtis, although it was obvious from his tone of voice that he didn't understand why. 

Remembering that this man had shown interest in buying her before her Master, Alanna shivered a little. She had no doubt that Curtis would have been able to break her spirit, possibly even before someone like Ms. Bliss was able to intervene or offer her the chance of freedom. And who knew if she would have chosen it anyway... her people had a saying, "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't." 

Alanna was so happy to be with her Master. She stayed in position though, not just because of her training, but also because she was still anxious that her test wasn't over. There was no way she'd be able to relax while Curtis was still here. 

Fortunately after a few more pleasantries and some necessary legal signatures, both Ms. Bliss and Curtis left. David felt like whooping out line, but he maintained his decorum to a wide grin. Curtis had been aptly convinced that David had Alanna well under control and that she was not rebellious, and was quite dedicated to staying with her Master.

"Very good job, Pussy," he told her. "Time for reward!"

Although Alanna was frustrated to hear that she was still Pussy - and she had a feeling that she would still be denied her Master's bed, a rush of thrilling pleasure went through her when he declared a reward. Master lifted her over his shoulder and she hugged him around the waist as she hung upside down. This time he laughed and spanked her lightly, but caressed her ass, and he didn't do anything else when she didn't let go, so she clung to him, enjoying the feeling of his body against hers.

She expected to be taken to the Dungeon, instead Master took her to the gym and laid her down on the massage table. Alanna had had a few massages after working out, but this was the first time Master was going to be the one to massage her! Or was he?... there had been many times when Alanna had lain face down on this table, fantasizing about the things Master could do to her here.

He helped her into position, with her face through the hole and arranging her limbs comfortably. In her sexual excitement she was almost disappointed when she felt his strong hands rubbing the soles of her feet, but at the same time it felt so wonderful that she couldn't be truly let down. Master's skillful fingers moved in circles over her feet, and somehow a lot of the relaxation and sensations transferred itself further up her body. He rubbed the pads of her feet and her heels and stretched out her toes by sliding his fingers in between them.

Alanna was caught between sexual arousal and extreme relaxation. She moaned as his strong hands began to massage their way up her calves, rubbing oil into her skin so that his movements were slick and sure against her legs. The oil seemed to add to the sensitivity of her body as Master's hands caressed her knees, soothing some of the hurt from them, and then moving up to her thighs. 

Her body quivered and the muscles in her legs completely relaxed. When her Master's hands moved to her inner thighs, Alanna moaned again, the tips of his fingers teasing their way up towards her wet pussy. But he didn't touch it and she groaned in disappointment as he started to knead her ass. Air flowed over her pussy and asshole as he pulled her butt cheeks apart and then let them fall back together. 

It was hard to tell if she was turned on more than she was relaxed, but relaxation started to win as he began to massage her back. Alanna felt like she was floating on a blissful cloud, all of the stress and worry from the last week melting away as her Master pampered her. By the time he was running his hands down her shoulders and arms, she was feeling almost mentally numb, with no thoughts or emotions running through her brain other than peaceful content. 

That didn't stop her from moaning some more when Master began to massage her scalp, a surprising erogenous zone as the tingling in her pussy started up again. Alanna's body shifted a little, her thighs pressing together as her Master's fingers slid along her head, through her hair. She heard him chuckle.

"Turn over now."

Master helped her flip over, her muscles felt watery and loose. He put a pad in the face hole so that it was more of a pillow now. Alanna smiled up at him as he put his fingers on her forehead, giving her a gentle face massage. Then she closed her eyes and gave in to the lovely satisfaction that had settled over her. 




Submission Ch. 17



This time it almost felt like she'd fallen asleep, and only roused when his hands began to massage her breasts. Strong, firm movements that made her nipples swell, and she pressed her thighs together again as the arousal in her pussy surged. But he didn't touch her in quite the way she wanted him to... his fingers rubbed, but didn't pinch, kneaded but didn't squeeze. There was nothing erotic about the way he was touching her breasts, and somehow that just made her ache for it even more. 

More moaning when he began to gently move his hands over her stomach and sides. She whimpered when he stopped just short of her pussy and move down to her feet again. The journey up her legs was slow and sensual, and she parted her thighs as much as she could without them falling off the sides of the table as he made his way back up to her center. 

"Oh!" she gasped when his fingers brushed her pussy lips. 

Master's hand pressed down on her hips, keeping her in place.

"Don't move," he murmured. Alanna had to groan as his fingers began to rub against her pussy lips, she wanted to hump her hips up and down so badly but Master's order and the hand that remained on her hip kept her in place. His fingers rubbed along the outer edges of her pussy in little circular motions, making her body quiver. Her hands clutched at the sides of the table as his fingers moved inward, dipping into her juicy folds. 

Sliding two fingers inside of her, Master's thumb brushed against her clit, and then pressed down on it firmly. Alanna let out small cries as Master began to push his fingers in and out of her, struggling with herself to remain still. Her body made small, involuntary movements, as his fingers dipped and swirled, her clit throbbing against the rubbing of his thumb over the small bud. 

When it came, her orgasm was just another facet of the bliss that Master had created for her, a warmth that spread from his insistent fingers through her stomach and the rest of her body, rocking her gently to culmination. 

After the massage, Master brought her to the television room, where she was giving cool, refreshing drinks and sat on his lap as they watched a movie. His hand caressed her hair, her head on his shoulder and legs trailing across the surface of the couch. Whenever she tilted her head up to him she was rewarded with a kiss, slow, gentle and passionate. 

Eventually she stopped returning her head to his shoulder, her body hungering for him inside of her again. Alanna's hands gripped his shirt lapels as their tongues danced, the movie forgotten as Master ran his hands over her naked body again. 

"Please Master," she whimpered when his hand gripped her ass, her lips moving delightfully against his as she squirmed on him. 

David had wanted to spend the afternoon giving Alana a good pampering, not indulging his own desires, but the little minx was just as hot and eager for it as he was. His erection was insistent in its nudging against her bare thigh, and if he hadn't been wearing pants, would probably have already found its way into the wet pink center between her legs. 

"Lie back," he ordered her, his voice husky with desire. Having his hands all over her body during the massage had made him hard enough, hearing her beg for him made it seem silly to continue denying both of them the pleasure they were after. Still, he was going to make this entire afternoon about rewarding her. "Put your hands behind your neck."

The position opened her upper body to him beautifully as he slid out from under her, staring at her gorgeous form laid out on his couch. Shucking off his shirt and pants, David spread her thighs apart with his hands, marveling at how wet and ready she was for him. Alanna's hips humped upwards, her body asking to be penetrated and fucked. 

"Please, Master," she repeated as his fingers trailed up her inner thighs. Seeing him naked and erect, looming over her, she wanted him to fall on top of her and plow into her body until she screamed with passion. But, as always, Master wanted to play with her first. 

"What do you want, little one?" Master leaned forward and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard so that it ached and throbbed as his tongue lashed against it. Alanna cried out with pleasure as his fingers pushed into her spread pussy, rubbing her insides. She arched her back, grinding down on his fingers as her breast thrust up towards his face.

"You Master," she said, panting as he turned his fingers back in forth inside of her, creating the most exquisite sensations. His teeth nibbled gently on her nipple and heat shot through her body. "I want you inside me, please."

He released her nipple. "I am inside of you."

Pumping his fingers to graphically demonstrate his point, David leaned over and caught her other nipple in his mouth, continuing to stoke the fire that was building inside of her, his fingers pumping in and out of her eager pussy, mimicking the sex act she desperately wanted him to complete. 

"That's not what I meant," she protested. And then squirmed and let out a yelp of surprise as he removed his two fingers from her pussy and pushed them into her ass. The tight ring of muscle squeezed down on his fingers as it was invaded. He let go of her other nipple. 

"Is this what you mean?" 

The fingers spread and then twisted, making Alanna wriggle beneath him. Her hands tightened down on the back of her neck, but she didn't move them. She felt hot and lewd, her breasts completely exposed, her legs spread open as her Master fingered her forbidden hole, pleasure coursing through her with every thrust of his digits. 

"Noooo," she said. "Please Master, I want-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Master interrupted her. 

"Perhaps this is what you mean," he said, his body flexing backwards as he let his mouth fall to her pussy, his tongue wiggling insistently inside of her pussy as his fingers continued to delve into the depths of her tight asshole. The combination made Alanna's body bounce on the couch as she shuddered with pleasure, so close to orgasm. 

"Please, Master," she managed to say between gasps of pleasure. "Your cock... I want your cock inside of me... OH MASTER!"

David sucked her clit into his mouth at her admission, sending her soaring into orgasm as she thrashed against him. He sucked hard on the little bud, using his fingers in her asshole to extend the pleasure as she writhed for him, his cock aching as it bounced against the leather of the couch, yearning to be exactly where she had pleaded him to go. 

As she shuddered and came down from the orgasm, Alanna looked up to see her Master looming over her again, and she cried out with pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed up and down her pussy lips. She was sensitive from the previous orgasm, and her body rippled as he began to enter her. Immediately her thighs tried to come together, her body overwhelmed by the sensation of being opened while she was still shuddering from occasional aftershocks of pleasure, but Master's hands just firmly pressed on the insides of them as he continued to push into her body.

Master was thick and hard, her spasming pussy felt like it could barely accommodate him. Although she wasn't aware of doing so, Alanna's hands found their way from the back of her own neck to the back of his, where she clung to him as he continued to rock his body back and forth, sliding deeper inside of her with every small thrust. 

David loved seeing Alanna's body react to the invasion of his cock. Her lips made a perfect small O, her eyelashes fluttering as quivers of pleasure ran through her, and it was obvious that she was completely lost inside her body, not truly thinking anymore. It was an incredible turn on, knowing that he could cause her to react like this, to yearn for him like this. The way she clung to him was incredibly sweet, and he began to pump back and forth inside of her as her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the flesh of his butt. 

As he began to thrust rhythmically, her body shuddering underneath of his even as her hips lifted to meet his, he could hear her muttering something softly. Leaning forward, he kissed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, and realized that she was softly saying his name - his real name, not Master - over and over again.

The sound of his name on her lips, in that soft breathy voice, made him completely lose it. His cock began to swell as his body went on automatic, thrusting hard in and out of her eager pussy. The shocked flesh of her already aroused folds seemed to ignite with electricity as Master rode her, and Alanna cried out with ecstasy. The feel of his cock moving inside of her, splitting her open, as his body rubbed hard against her sensitive flesh and clit, when she was already so sensitive from her previous orgasm, sent Alanna on a wave of crashing pleasure that washed over her again and again. 

Her pussy spasmed around David, clenching and rippling over him. His name on her lips was lost in her screams of pleasure, but it didn't matter anymore; the sound of it echoed in his head as he took her, claiming her body with his. The tight sheathe around his cock convulsed and he thrust hard, rubbing his pubic bone against her clit and pulsing as cum spilled into her eager body. 

Their mutual cries of orgasm filled the room, their bodies rocking together as they elicited aftershocks of rippling sensation from each other. Alanna clung to David, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her body was full and satiated. She never wanted him to move away from her. 

****

That night Alanna slept at the foot of her Master's bed again. She was disappointed, but not entirely surprised. After all, she was being punished for disobeying her Master, not just because Curtis had needed to come test her. Before she was allowed back in her Master's bed, she would need to pass his test, not Curtis'. 

Alanna knew what she wanted though and she was resolved to do whatever she had to in order to prove to her Master that she knew who was in charge. Even though she was sad that she wouldn't sleep with him tonight, her eyes shone and she kissed his hand as he drew her blankets over her. Master caressed her hair and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. 

"Very good girl," he said.

*******

Author's Note: I know this series is pretty long and that there has been some lag between chapters the further I've gone, partly because the chapters have gotten longer and more intensive. There is one more chapter to come in this series. If you're interested in reading about my writing process / schedules / thoughts about my characters you can read my blog at http://goldeniangel.blogspot.com/. I also announce when I've submitted chapters, so you will have an update on when the final chapter of Submission has been submitted to Lit.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!



Submission Ch. 18



Despite her disappointment that she hadn't yet made her way back into her Master's bed, Alanna truly enjoyed their next week together. She loved the morning ritual of having her Master fill her with the butt plug, then giving her a light and pleasurable spanking, before pleasuring him with her mouth. A couple of times, instead, Master would tip her back onto the bed and they would engage in the mating ritual. Those were the best mornings, because he would always cuddle with her and for a little while she was able to pretend that all was right with the world.

On Wednesday he stopped called her Pussy and started calling her Alanna again, and she started wearing the regular plug again instead of the one with a tail. That day her heart had jumped, in hopes that she would be back into his bed that night, but the hateful addition to the bedroom remained. It took her a few days to catch up in her classes after all the stresses and interruptions of the previous week, and on those days Master always punished her. 

Sitting with a sore bottom in class reminded her how much she had to catch up with. 

But for the most part, both Master and Alanna were relaxed and enjoying themselves. The looming threat that they might be parted was gone, Alanna felt wonderfully grateful towards her Master and the care that he gave her, and David found himself responding to that gratitude. Their relationship had balanced out beautifully, as Alanna's demands on him were no longer so excessive or taken for granted, and his training of her was allowed to slow down to something they could both savor again.

On Friday, when Alanna had finally caught up with her studies and Ms. Bliss was able to report that she was back on schedule in her classes, Master took her into the Dungeon where he bent her over one of the many padded apparatuses, tied her securely to it, and then pleasured her with toys until she was weak in the knees from orgasms. Then he carefully inserted himself into her ass and slowly and erotically took her breath away with a thoroughly sensual anal plundering. As Alanna shivered and cried out with ecstasy, she wondered how she could have ever tried to deny her Master access to this intimate part of her body.

*****

David was practically beside himself, having to force himself to wait until he was sure that Alanna's lessons had been driven completely home. She was being so good that it was hard not to just give in immediately as a response to her new behavior, but the longer that he put off returning her to his bed, the more deeply the lesson would be engrained in her.

Her submission had become a beautiful thing to see, graceful, accepting and modest, with none of the assumptions that she'd had before. While he couldn't be happy at her transgression or the testing by Curtis, he was completely satisfied with the result. At dinner time they could converse, afterwards they would watch a movie or play a game or just sit and talk some more. Or, of course, sometimes he would take them to the dungeon for an extended session of pleasure. 

There were still going to be times when Alanna needed punishment, both of them would be disappointed if she never did because they both enjoyed it so much, but he was feeling fairly confident that she would never need the level of correction that they were currently working through. Eventually her schooling would be finished and he hoped that she would be interested in coming and doing some work at his company, because she was incredibly intelligent and it would be a criminal waste to leave her at his house all day with nothing to do. 

He sat at his office at home making various plans when there was a soft knock at his door.

"Enter," he said, glancing at the time and smiling. It was time for his afternoon break already, even though he hadn't exactly been concentrating on work yet. 

Alanna entered wearing the corset, garter and panty hose that he'd put her in that morning, walking on her high heels without even a hint of a wobble. She was pure sex on two feet, her bare pussy framed by the black straps of the garter, the smooth black panty hose hugging her legs, and the rosy pink of the corset setting off her brunette good looks. As usual her hair was held up by a clip, easily released with one quick movement if he so chose.

Drinking her in with his eyes, David remained sitting as she walked gracefully to the center of the room before sinking down onto her knees, putting her hands behind her back and spreading her knees wide. The pink slit of her pussy parted, showing that she was already wet and eager, and her breasts heaved a little in the tight confines of the corset. It was cut low across her chest, and the movement nearly caused her breasts to pop out. At the last moment, Alanna raised her eyes to him so that he could see the sparkle in them, just for a quick glance before lowing his head again.

While unorthodox, David liked to have that little peek at the eager sensuality in her, the happiness she attained from looking at him. His heart surged with emotion along with his cock, the way it always did when he caught sight of her. Today in particular as he had something very important he wanted to discuss with her. 

"Alanna, come sit at one of the chairs."

She looked up curiously at him, startled out of her usual graceful acceptance of whatever her Master said. This was something entirely new to her. Carefully she rose to her feet and slinked over to the chair on the left hand side of his desk, sitting on the very edge of it and facing her Master. Looking at him, she realized that he seemed hesitant... almost vulnerable. It was not an expression she was accustomed to seeing on him. 

Sitting and staring at him felt strange. She lowered her head and looked at her hands which were clasped in front of her. 

"Alanna, look at me." 

His voice was gentle, but it was scaring her, he looked so serious. When she looked at him, she bit her lip, worrying it between her teeth.

David sighed and came around to Alanna's side of the desk. He should have waited until tonight when they could talk in a more intimate setting, but he hadn't been able to think about anything else all day, and part of him was too impatient to let another minute go by when she was right here to talk. It was one of the few times that he'd really allowed his control to slip, but not explaining himself now would just cause her to worry and that wasn't what he wanted either. 

Of course, he'd also meant to stay on the other side of the desk, he thought ruefully as he pulled her up and then back down into his lap. Alanna snuggled into him immediately, the tension in her body easing as her Master held her. Which, of course, was why he had done it. Even when he meant to keep a good hold on himself, Alanna's needs still came first and she was too unsettled by having him sit across as desk from her. Hopefully she wouldn't feel unnecessarily pressured by being in his lap. Of course, he'd be able to get a pretty good read off of her body language with her cradled against him like this.

He nuzzled the top of her head, kissing her hair as he stroked her shoulders with one hand and the side of her bare hip with the other. Alanna practically purred against him, squirming in a way that made his dick stand up and pay attention. But now he needed to talk to her first. 

"Alanna, I want to talk to you about something important." Immediately she froze, looking up at him with some anxiety in her eyes. He laughed and kissed her forehead. "Nothing alarming. I just want you to know that you have a true choice in this. I'm very happy to have you with me and I wanted to know what you would like out of our life together. I don't know if they told you this, but while you were on the ship, before you were sold, you received what we call an implant, to keep you from having your monthly bleeding so that you wouldn't become pregnant. It's very easy to remove, and I wanted to know if you had any interest in having children one day."

The expression in her Master's eyes was guarded, and Alanna realized that he was worried about influencing her. Slowly she sat up in his arms and let her thoughts tumble over her. 

"I think I would like children eventually," she said slowly. Then a slow, saucy smile curved her lips. "If it were the right man's children, of course." She winked at him and he laughed. The hand on her ass gave it a small slap for teasing him, but Alanna knew that her Master liked the occasional show of her lively spirit. "But not now. And not anytime soon."

"Any particular reason why not soon?" he asked, and Alanna detected a wistfulness in his voice. It stopped her heart that this man wanted to have children with her, raise a family. But then she hesitated, wondering if that's what it really meant after all. She was a slave, wasn't she? How could they have a real family together?

Her lips pursed and Master rubbed his finger against them.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he said, but in gentle tones; it was still an order but not a demand. 

"What will my children's future be like, here, on this planet? Will they be slaves too?" she asked, blinking sudden tears. Although her existence with her Master had been, in many ways, a selfish one of pursuing her own pleasures, the sudden revelation of what she was versus what he made her feel like was suddenly quite large in front of her. 

Master rubbed his hand comfortingly over her shoulder. "No, any child of mine would automatically have Demagon citizen status. And..." he paused, because he didn't want to get her hopes up unnecessarily, but continued because he knew that she would want to know. "There is a suggested law that is currently being debated and reviewed, which may eventually come to pass, that will make it possible for you refugees to become Demagon citizens as well. It is in its first stages, and will take awhile to come to pass if it does become law, but if it does then I would like for you to do so - if you would - and become my wife."

Alanna's mouth dropped open, in complete shock. For a moment, the word 'wife' conjured up all sorts of pictures, of the submissive women who had always vied for their husband's attention, competing with the other wives for notice, but then she remembered that she was on Demagon and if she were to become Master's wife then she would be his only one. And it would be through her choice, not because he had paid for her. But...

"Would we still be able to... would you still..." Alanna's voice trailed off and she blushed furiously. Despite everything that she and her Master did together, she still had trouble verbalizing her various lustful desires and wants, and it seemed incredibly wanton to ask to be treated like a slave in such a situation.

But David knew immediately what she was asking and he laughed. "I would hope so love, I wouldn't want anything to change inside of this household. If I hadn't thought our desires were mutual then I would not have imposed myself on your sweet body."

Letting the clip in her hair loose and dropping it to the floor, he grabbed a hunk of it close to the base of her neck and pulled her head back to drop a fiery kiss on her lips, his strong hand holding her head in place. Arousal surged inside of Alanna at her Master's possessive kiss. When he released her lips, although not her hair, she felt breathless as he stared deep into her eyes.

"I love you Alanna. With all my heart. I cannot change who I am or that I want to be obeyed, but I would cherish you and keep you all of my days if it is your will."

"I don't want you to change," Alanna murmured, reaching up to rub her hand along the strong line of his jaw, sliding her fingers through his facial hair. "I would be honored to be your wife, if it becomes possible, and if not then to live with you for the rest of our lives and raise our children. My David. My Master."

This time when Master's mouth came down on hers it was with all the joy of an unbelieving hope fulfilled, their tongues dancing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the subdued strength of the man who cradled her in his lap. Twisting around, Alanna tried to get on top of him but he gave a low groan and stood up, tossing her over his shoulder. 

Giggling, Alanna reached down and slapped his butt, completely overcome by her own emotions and joy to the point where she felt she'd lost her senses. Astonished eyes looked at her as Master twisted and looked down past his hip to where her head was hanging. 

"You're going to pay for that, brat," he said, his eyes glinting. But Alanna already knew that she wouldn't pay too badly. One thing she had learned over the past few weeks was when she could toe the line, or even push it, with her Master and not get into serious trouble. Just enough that she would be subject to the kind of punishments that got her intensely aroused. Right now she would be able to push the line quite a bit, but she didn't dare to do any more... once he gave a verbal warning then the line got a whole lot harder to push. Besides, she was already too blissfully happy.

To her surprise Master didn't take her to the Dungeon, he bypassed the room and headed for the stairs. Alanna bounced on his shoulder as he hurried up them, a rush of elation going through her. Were they going to play on his bed? She shivered with delight as he brought her into the bedroom, tossing her down onto the bed. Alanna bounced on her ass and the gasped as Master crawled on top of her, the predatory look in his eye sending gushes of wetness to her pussy. 

"So you want to act like a brat with me?" he asked her, his eyes glinting dangerously. 

"I'm sorry Master," she said, but she was smiling, not truly sorry at all. Master reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her towards him and Alanna turned onto her stomach, trying to scramble away. She couldn't help it, something about how he was behaving made her feel like she was supposed to be running. Or at least trying to. A hand came down on her ass making her yelp and she froze, panting with her legs slight spread apart.

"I'd like you to show me how sorry you are, brat," he said, with a low, sexy tone in his voice that made her insides tighten wonderfully in anticipation. "Put your hands above your head and spread your legs."

Alanna did as he asked, spreading her pretty pussy for him. She knew how much he liked to see her holding herself open without any restraints, holding herself in place by his command. 

"That's a good girl," he murmured, stroking one finger down the center of her pussy. When he reached the plug in her ass he twisted it and Alanna shuddered, her back arching. Then he grinned wickedly at her. "Of course, you're still going to have to be punished for insolence."

When she looked at her Master she could see that he was hard and ready for her, but he had much more self control than she did. As much as she wanted him to, he wouldn't just plunge into her wetness. Instead he got up from the bed and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a leather flogger with long trailing strands and a pair of nipple clamps. Returning to the bed he leaned over Alanna, gazing appreciatively down at her open, glistening pussy before moving up her body to her breasts. Putting the clamps down on the bed, he spent ten blissful minutes tormenting Alanna by playing with the sensitive mounds, tweaking her nipples and tugging on them. Several times she tried to close her legs, needed to rub her thighs together to try and ease the sensuous ache in her pussy, and each time Master twisted her nipples hard enough that she cried out, and spread her legs back open again. 

By the time he put the clamps on her aching buds she was soaking wet, juices trickling down her ass crack and around the plug. Picking up the flogger, Master used it to slap the side of her breast, making her nipple bounce and jolt with pain that sizzled through her like the most exquisite pleasure. 

"Arch your back for me Alanna, show me how much you want me to slap your breasts," Master said. Alanna arched high, thrusting her breasts up in the air, begging for the treatment. Her nipples pointed straight at the ceiling, wobbling as he slapped her other breast on the side. She moaned and writhed, losing some of her arch as she tried to hump her hips at him. The bed was soft beneath her and didn't give the same kind of support that the benches downstairs would have. It was much harder to follow her Master's directions. 

The flogger licked and kissed at her breasts, teasing and tantalizing them just like his hands had. Even though he hadn't touched it since she had first spread her legs, her pussy was swollen and ready for him, weeping fluid as the heady mix of pain and pleasure soared through her. She wanted the touch of his whip, the slap of his hand, the thrust of him inside of her, for the rest of her life.

"Now grab your ankles Alanna and lay back, it's time for your punishment," Master said. 

Alanna moaned. She recognized this position, although he'd never ordered her to hold herself open for a pussy spanking. Normally she was held by restraints. Now, trembling with lust and anxiety, she grabbed her ankles and lay back, opening her glistening folds for his perusal and sexual torment. The position bent her basically in half, although it was easy to hold with the exercise regimen he had her on. Master stared down at the sweet, wet pussy in front of him, and for a moment Alanna hoped that he might just plunge inside of her... not that the spanking wouldn't excite her, but she just needed him so badly. She ached for him... to seal the verbal promises they'd exchanged with a physical act. 

But then the flogger raised and lashed out, the strands smacking against her tender pussy. It wasn't very hard, all things considered, more of a warm-up stroke, but the shock was like lightening through her nervous system. Her pussy throbbed in response, her insides clenching automatically against the pain. It burned wonderfully. Master let the flogger strands stroke her as she gasped and trembled, struggling to hold herself in place for the next lash. The soft leather caressed her pussy, soothing it. 

She let out a low moan as the strands moved away and then a shriek as it hit home again, harder this time, slapping against already sensitized skin. Her fingers dug into her ankles with the effort of keeping her legs spread. 

"Good girl," Master crooned, running the strands of the flogger over her breasts, down her stomach and over her pussy. The soft touch made her shudder in response, her body already anticipating the next slap through the pleasure he was creating. "Are you sorry you spanked me Alanna?"

Alanna hesitated, and that moment cost her as the flogger came down, the hardest slap yet, and she howled, automatically slower her legs. Master's hand came down on her ass. 

"Open for me," he said sternly. The ache between her legs increased in physical and sexual torment. The flesh of her pussy felt like it was stinging, and at the same time she was wetter than ever, dying to have him inside of her, rubbing against her suffering pussy. "Are you sorry you spanked me Alanna?"

"Yes Master," she said, this time immediately.

"Good. Then you only get one more."

Whimpering, Alanna tensed as she waited for the lash of the flogger. Master's fingers massaged her pussy lips instead, and her body relaxed, giving herself over to the pleasure. She moaned, humping her hips as much as she could in her strained position, her engorged clit rising to meet Master's fingers as he soothed her pussy lips, heightening the thrill. When his fingers left her, she knew that the flogger was going to come down again, but this time she welcomed it... she was so close to cumming and after this one it would be over and it would hurt so good...




Submission Ch. 18



It landed, hard on her swollen folds, a lash coming down exactly on her clit, and Alanna screamed, caught somewhere between pain and the edge of orgasm. Master dropped the flogger and fell on top of her, his mouth coming down on her pussy, and then Alanna screamed again, but this time for a different reason as his tongue swiped over the juicy pink flesh, his lips wrapping around her tenderized clit and sucking hard on it. Holding onto her ankles, she shook and screamed her ecstasy as her Master's mouth moved over her, suckling and slurping on her, the intense sensations sending her rising into bliss over and over again. As the sensations became too intense to bear she let her legs fall down, trying to push him away with the muscles of her thighs, put he just wrapped his arms under her legs, grasped her hips and pulled her into him, his mouth relentless on her over sensitive clit as Alanna begged him to stop.

The arrival of her second, stronger and more painful orgasm, came almost as a surprise to Alanna... Master's skillful tongue forced it out of her and she bucked, writhing, her legs clamped around his shoulders, hands pulling at his hair as she lost all sense of self and control to him, her body completely under his command. 

When he finally let her pussy go, Alanna whimpered and her body fell. Her muscles felt like they had a tremor in them, she was so weak from the unbridled passion he'd forced her to. Master climbed up her body and rubbed his cock between her legs, making Alanna cry out and try to push him away, begging for a moment. But he grabbed her hands and held them down on either side of her head, easily, his body rising over her as he began to push inside of her. 

"Please, I can't... I can't cum again, please..." Alanna begged, even as her legs spread for him. The sensation of his cock delving into her body was almost agonizing, and at the same time it completed something with in her. She moaned. 

"I want you to cum again for me, Alanna," Master murmured, kissing her throat, her lips, capturing her moans with his mouth. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life making love to you and I want to feel you cum around me."

Master's hands on her wrists, restraining her, was so much more intimate than any cuffs. He dominated her not just with his toys or his words, but with his very body as it rose and fell over her, hips thrusting hard at the juncture of her thighs. Looking down the line of her body, she could see him moving against her, into her, and it was beautiful. He moved slowly for her, letting her watch, allowing her body to relax after the forced orgasm, until she could begin the slow rise again. The sight of them moving together was enough to take Alanna's breath away, her Master's hips hitting the back of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him, the sexy V of his pelvis moving towards her and then disappearing as he buried himself in her. 

David was aware that she was watching them, enjoying the look on her face as she caught tantalizing glimpses. One day he'd set up a mirror system so that she could see as much as her greedy eyes wanted. But right now he wanted her beneath him, he wanted to plunder her, to take her to the height of ecstasy over and over until she truly couldn't take any more. There was no reward great enough that he could give her for how happy she made him, for how much he loved her. 

"OHhhhhh..." Alanna groaned and lifted her hips as her Master's thrusts began to increase in speed and aggressiveness, stirring the beginnings of another orgasm. Her body moved of its own volition, wanting to complete the build that it was starting, even though the last orgasm had been almost painful. "Oh Master... please..." She didn't know what she was begging for anymore. 

The thrusts into her pussy became deeper, more passionate, and Master was groaning as he heaved his body against hers, his muscles hard against her softer body, lips catching hers in a kiss as his hands pressed hers down into the mattress. Their fingers were entwined now, holding hands rather than him holding down her wrists, her body shuddering beneath his as her pussy began to spasm around him in climax. The sweet cries of her agonized bliss were swallowed by his kisses, the hot shudders of her body beneath him allowed him to swell inside of her, his balls tightening as his own climax curled and released. They rocked against each other, Alanna's pussy grinding against him as it squeezed the cum out of his cock, her inner muscles massaging him. 

"Oooh... oh David," she said, sighing his name in a way that made his dick shudder with one last convulsion inside of her. Alanna's warm brown eyes fluttered and opened, the trust and warmth in them were like a gift that he'd never hoped to receive in his wildest dreams. How strange, how wonderful, that she had come to him, from literally worlds away, and made his life complete. "I love you Master."

"I love you too, little one."

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Author's Note: I really hope that you've enjoyed reading this series as much as I've enjoyed writing it. David and Alanna have become two of my favorite characters. Thank you for reading!