4 comments/ 47390 views/ 11 favorites From College Student to Submissive By: ColleteSarkozy I cannot believe I'm on a plane on my way to start my new life as a Submssive. How did I get here? What am I expecting from this stranger? Who would've thought an Ad in the paper would have me even consider being a sex slave. This is how did I got here. It started with me, a somewhat to-myself 20-year-old sophomore with a double major in chemistry and biology reading PlayGirl, casually passing the time getting myself hot looking at naked men. In the back there were ads for women who wanted to know their inner sexual being. Now I wasn't sure if I even had an inner sexual being. Even though the number was foreign, I was intrigued about discovering this "inner sexual being" so I went to the convenience store just off campus and bought a calling card. I was so nervous about talking to a strange man about sex, Hell I was still a virgin. Nevertheless I got my nerve up and dialed. After 4 rings a man answered speaking with a heavy French accent; a deep voice I found captivating. I said "Hello" and told him I was responding to the Ad in the magazine he placed for a sexual submissive. He asked if I had any experience as a submissive to which I responded no. I told him straightforward that I had no sexual experience at all and that this was all new to me. He told me his name, Jean-Marie von Couttier. He asked my name. Lalain, I said. He asked if I was Hawaiian, but told him I was Black to which he fond highly appealing. I described myself to him 5'5", 125lbs, dark skin and brown eyes. I told him I was a college student looking to make some extra money. All he said was "send a picture". My roommate took the picture and I mailed it to him, but did not hear from him for another 2 weeks. I wondered if he got the pic, or if he liked what he saw. I then got a picture of him – a well-tanned white man, 6'6" tall, blonde hair, and blue eyes. The enclosed letter said that he was coming to the States and wanted to meet me in New York about 48 hours from when I got the letter. Jean-Marie made it clear he wanted me to stay with him in his hotel room at the Plaza. I told me roommate about how nervous I was meeting him, and especially staying in his hotel room. The next day I was at JFK when his plane arrived. Following Jean-Marie's instructions, I wore a micro-mini with no panties, a low-cut blouse and 6-inch heels. I was SO nervous, I felt like a young adolescent on her first date. As the passengers from the plane disembarked I didn't see him at first, so I walked over to the arrival board to make sure I had the right time and gate. I didn't see him walking up behind me. He reached up my skirt and squeezed me ass. Keeping my composure I did not make a sound. Jean-Marie said he was glad I followed his instructions to the letter. He turned me around and kissed me deep – my first French kiss with his tongue down my throat. He took my hand as I went to hail a cab when a black limo pulled up. Holding the door open for me, we both got in and the limo pulled away, gliding down the Belt Parkway towards Manhattan. Jean-Marie rolled up the driver's partition and kissed me again, this time sliding his fingers between me legs and gently beginning to play with me clit. I asked what he was doing. He just told me to lay back and enjoy the massage. Never had a man or anyone for that matter done that to me, or made me feel like I was feeling at the time. Between moans, I asked him to stop because it was feeling too good. "The driver can't hear us" Jean-Marie said so "don't worry". He told me just to go with the feeling, relish it, and release that energy. As he was rubbing my clit I began to feel a warm liquid run down my vagina towards the crack of my ass. "Damn!" I said to myself, "great time to pee on yourself, girl!" Didn't take me long to realize though that I wasn't peeing, and that this was something else – pleasure – an explosion of pleasure that hitherto I never even imagined much less personally experienced. Jean-Marie enjoyed watching my first orgasm and afterwards he put his face between my legs. I was shocked asking him "What the hell are you doing there!?" He said he wanted to taste that juice that flowed from me. Ho took his tongue and licked my clit in an up-and-down motion. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hand as he dove his face deeper between my thighs. I moaned, squirmed and writhed, begging him to stop. So caught up in the moment was I, that just as we pulled up in to the entrance of the Plaza Hotel, I gushed on his face. Whether from my body's own reaction, or his action after, I was breathless - at a loss for words. The doorman opened the door just as I pulled my skirt back down my legs, but nothing could hide the smell of pussy that filled the car. Looking back I'm sure the doorman had seen many things on the job, so maybe that's why he just kept a poker face. Anyway, Jean-Marie and I stepped out the limo, checked in and went up to our suite, the luggage coming up behind us. Once in this truly palatial suite I went to the bathroom to shower to prepare for dinner later on. With the hot water cascading over my skin, he joined me, took one of his fingers and slid it up my asshole. Reflexively my asshole tightened up, but Jean-Marie told me to relax those muscles. "Release yourself to this pleasure" he said. So I relaxed, trusting his instructions as he gently inserted his finger deeper and deeper up in a place I thought nothing should go up. Now I was moaning even louder until I felt a warm sensation all over my legs; something other than the water. He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his penis that was so stiff it was twitching. Though I saw pics of hard-dicked white men, I never knew an actual flesh-and-blood white man could be this thick and big. Jean-Marie asked me to put the head of his dick on my mouth. Nervously I did what he said and knelt down in the shower with the water running down my back, took him in my hand and put his dick head in my mouth, beginning to suck on it like a lollipop. He asked me to take more of him in my mouth and I did, not sure of how much more I could take. Jean-Marie told me to suck harder and I guess I was surprised to hear him moaning, and so I went on instinct and sucked him harder until I felt his dick jump and throb and warm thick liquid shot from him and filled my mouth. Dumbfounded I swallowed by reflex lest I gag on him. He asked me how did it taste – what did his cum taste like? "Honesty?" I said, " ...you taste like coffee", and he laughed. We got out the shower, dried each other off and got dressed, but not before he gave me a gift of a clit clamp with a bell on it. He called me his little Miss Tinker Bell and laid me on the bed, eagle-spread and still nude, and tongued my clit till my pussy opened up exposing my clit, and that's when he put it on. How big of a naughty grin did I have hearing that bell ringing as Jean-Marie and I walked down the hallway towards our dinner. ***** That whole weekend, Jean-Marie and I talked, relaxed, ate, laughed and had oral sex – nothing more than that our first encounter. Leaving back to Amsterdam I watched his plane taking off, and I was sad, not sure if I was going to see him again. Heading back to campus, little did I know the surprise that awaited me. To be continued ... From College Student to Submissive Ch. 02 Alice Goes to Bondage-Land When I got back to me dorm room, it seemed like forever since I had seen Jean-Marie. I know it was only a few hours since he left back for Amsterdam, but I was missing him deeply. As I opened the door, my roommate handed me an envelope with a note from Jean-Marie, and an open-ended one-way plane ticket to Amsterdam and cash for my passport. The note said that when my semester ended, he wanted me to spend the summer with him in the Netherlands. I jumped for joy, doing the happy-dance. After I calmed down a bit I lay back on my bed and read the rest of his note. He told me that in me he found what he was looking for in a woman – qualities that he'd been searching for, for years. The age difference between him and I didn't matter he said. As far as Jean-Marie was concerned, I was intellectually mature for my age (me being 20 at the time to his 45), and that my sexual innocence he found refreshing. Jean-Marie ended the letter by saying how he could not wait for me to get to Europe that summer. All I could do for the rest of the day, hell the rest of the semester, was think about going to Europe. I passed all my exams and got my passport 3 days before I was supposed to leave. I put all my stuff in storage, said good-bye to college life and said hello to Europe. This brings me here to the "present": sitting here on this KLM first-class flight going to see this man, not knowing what my new life is going to bring me. I tried sleeping but was so anxious to see Jean-Marie again. After the 7 hour flight, I walked through Schiphol International Airport, searching through the crowds, at first unable to find him. Soon as I got my luggage there he was standing there with 2-dozen roses. I ran up to Jean-Marie, jumped in his arms and kissed him deeply. We were mutually elated to see each other. The first question he whispered in my ear was "Are you ready to start your new life in bondage?" I stood back from him saying "yes", an answer that I did not even need to think about, but an affirmation of something nearly from an instinctive level. Jean-Marie took my hand, leading me to the car – a silver Bentley with a driver no less who opened the door for us. Again, I was breathless. Sitting next to me as we pulled off from the airport, Jean-Marie handed me a box containing a silver collar with an odd marking. I looked at it and recognized it as the Alpha symbol from the ancient Greek alphabet. Jean-Marie put the collar around my neck declaring to me that I was from then on, his Alpha Mistress, placing me above all other submissives in his house, and that none other would or could come before me. He made it clear to me that not only was I to be his submissive and the Mistress of his house, all staff will obey my words, but that ultimately he – Jean-Marie – was the king of his house and that what ever he said was law. Personally, I was just happy to be with him. Truth be told, if he told me to shave my head and run around butt-naked, I would've done it. As we were driven back to his house, Jean-Marie had me get undressed in the car. I folded my clothes, placing them on the seat next to me. He then put a leash on my collar and put nipple clamps on my nipples, which hurt at first (to the point where I cried a little responding to the shock of the pain). As we got closer to his house, he blindfolded me, which only increased my nervousness. Sensing my apprehension, Jean-Marie told me that it was okay, that he wasn't going to hurt me, and in fact had surprises awaiting me. The car stopped and he led me by my hand. Just seeing pitch-blackness, Jean-Marie's voice changed, it became stern, forceful and deeper. I was no longer to call him "Jean-Marie." From then on, I was to call him "Master" or "Daddy". After that commandment, he pulled the chain and in my quietest voice responded, "Yes, Daddy" "Good girl" he said, as we walked somewhere, to where I could only guess, but found out later it was the main house. At the time I could only guess and place all my trust him. I heard a door open and heard a male voice saying, "Master, you are home!" This man took my blind-fold off and my mouth dropped. All I could see was a long dimly lit hallway with people rushing around saying, "Welcome home, Master!" There were no other Black folks in sight. The Butler asked Master where should he take me. "This is the new Mistress of the House, and you will address her as such!" Jean-Marie told the Butler to convene the staff in the large dining room for them to all meet me. As we walked down the hallway to the dining room, I couldn't help but notice how richly this place was decorated with 18th and 19th century furnishings. Once in the dining room, Jean-Marie sat down in a big plush chair next to which I stood until he told me to kneel at his feet. All of a sudden, all these men and women in various stages of dress and undress walked into the room, where they all sat on the floor and in one voice said "Welcome home, Master!" He told them that I was his new Alpha Mistress, and that no other trainer will have contact with me, and that if she chooses to, I could pick any submissive I want to have fun with. He told them that they would give me the respect of being his wife due to me being the Mistress of the House. Jean-Marie concluded my introduction to his House by saying there would be a staff meeting the next morning. That night him and I had dinner in the formal dining room, although I did not say a word, because he told me not to. When he did give me permission to speak I asked him what type of business this is because I was no hooker. Jean-Marie explained that it wasn't like that at all, but that he trained people to be sexual slaves for very wealthy people who pay him money to find them individuals and train them for their specific liking. The people I saw in the house were trainees in the arts of Dominance; and once I am trained in the arts of Submission, I would be trained in Dominance as well, he said to me. Jean-Marie called one of the female servants in the room and told her something in French (my French was okay but not fluent at the time) and all I picked up was something about bed and a bathroom. After dinner my Master led me up the stairs to the master bedroom and I was in absolute awe. The whole bedroom was designed in a West African motif – every material was genuine from the continent – the fragrant woods, the gold, the ivory and various other precious metals and stones; simply magnificent. Jean-Marie told me to shower, but due to my long trip I requested a bath and he obliged me by having a hot bubble bath drawn. Sinking into that deep tub was heavenly. Jean-Marie came in and washed my hair, and... well... the rest of me too. After getting out the tub, he dried me off and brought me to the bed. My mind was racing: "Oh my God! He's going to have sex with me!" I'm not going to lie, I was scared, but he put me at ease, gave me the most wonderful linen nightgown I've ever felt against my skin. Given the long flight and jet-lag, I was much more tired that I realized because once he wrapped his arms around me I fell asleep. The next morning the bright Amsterdam sun awakened me. In the chamber came a maid wearing only an apron, telling me that the Master is waiting for me in the dining room for breakfast. After a quick shower I came out to find that the maid spread on the bed for me some riding chaps boots and a halter-top. I asked her what they were for to which she answered, "Master has a surprise for you." I walked into the dining room, wearing what he wanted me to wear, and saw him sitting at the table on the phone. I kissed him good morning and sat at his side waiting for him to finish. When he finished, I again saw the man I had last seen in New York. We laughed and talked while we ate a light morning meal. Jean-Marie told me to hurry because his surprise awaited me outside. Though not particularly being one for surprises, I hurriedly drank my tea and raced out the door in front of the house. Standing there was a wonderful brown and white Palomino. He said the horse was mine and Jean-Marie put me on it and then mounted his own and we both went riding about the grounds. Aside from taking in the beautiful landscaping, I also noticed trainers in the back fields talking to groups of naked men and woman explaining to them the rules of the house and what they are there for; yet still no Black folks though. We stopped and I asked him "Daddy, why are there no other Black people here?" He answered that Black folks were not into this world, and that he found it surprising that I was so willing to explore. I explained that I had heard about that world from others and wanted to see what it was like, and to see if I liked it; which is what led me to answer the Ad. I told him that while I was nervous at first, I could grow to like this life and that I'd be willing to do whatever it took to please him. "I want to be the best Alpha Submissive for you... there is nothing taboo for me." "Well enough" he said. With that Master and I rode back to the house, showered together and again found us on the bed. He began kissing me passionately running his tongue from my mouth to explore me; running his tongue along the contours of my body. I moaned, wiggled and giggled as he worked his way down to my pussy. He licked my clit and then to my surprise, slid a finger inside. When he realized how tight I was Master added some kind of liquid to my vagina and re-inserted his finger. It hurt and I moaned and he slowed down a little and slowly worked his digit further inside, and the deeper he got, the more I opened up. The deeper his finger slide up inside, the more intense my pleasure until I reached a plateau and released. Master the came up to my face while opening my legs wider. He said he was going to enter me and to take a deep breath because it was going to hurt a little. I held my breath as he entered me with a quick thrust. I yelled and begged him to stop. He told me to relax and I did while his penis slid in deeper until I felt his warm cum shooting from him deep inside. "You know I'm not on birth control, I said. Master said it was okay, "You are mine now and I will care for you" After he pulled out and I sat up, I freaked out when I saw blood on the bed. "Shit! I'm bleeding" I said in a panicky voice, but it was nothing to be alarmed at. Normal it was, because I was a virgin. He said the sex would get better the next time. While in the bath later I could still feel my pussy throbbing. I relaxed in the tub and when I finally got out, I saw Master had the linen changed and while lying down he rubbed warm oil all over my body and we made love again. This time was not as bad as the first. He took his time and we went at it all night long, only getting a few hours sleep. The next morning he woke me up, telling me that my training as a Submissive is to begin. Looking at the foot of my bed I saw some sort of rope. Master told me to get on all fours and hold still while he tied my hands and feet down. He then laid me flat on my stomach and began lightly spanking my ass. The more I wiggled the harder he spanked until I started to cry, and the harder I cried the harder he spanked. I realized that I had to lie there and take it, and not cry. Seeing the purplish hue of my ass he stopped and began to rub oil into the sore tender skin. As the oil meandered down between my butt-cheeks, Master began rubbing my ass more, whilst working a finger inside my asshole. I wiggled, and he inserted his finger deeper. As with the spanking, the more I wiggled, the deeper his finger went in my asshole; and then a second finger. I squealed, begging him to stop as he added more oil. Before I could react anymore, he inserted the head of his penis in my ass, and I screamed. Master then got up; put a ball in my mouth to muffle the sounds of my blaring in pain. He added more lube to my ass and in one quick push; Master shoved full length and girth of his dick in my ass. I cried and screamed, but as he kept going in and out, it felt better. I actually felt myself enjoying the feeling it was giving me. Not realizing up 'til then that a woman could cum from anal, I felt my orgasm rising within me. The harder Master fucked me, the more I felt my orgasm building. It was wonderful as I met his every thrust with my own backwards hip motion. I realized I was discovering my sexual self. It was thrilling – painful, yes – but thrilling. I wanted to know more about this life-style; wanted to please him and myself in a bigger way. After Master released, he kissed my back, took the ball-gag out my mouth, untied me and took me in his arms – kissing me with such a passion that I wanted him even more. He said I was a very good girl and that this was just the beginning of our life together. I couldn't wait for more training and for more pleasure. **** To be continued...