Submissive Spirits

SUBMISSIVE SPIRITS

 

By

LEWIS CHAPPELLE

Note: While this story briefly introduces Babs and David it more completely describes the relationship of their similarly unconventional friends Ann and Chip who move to increasingly greater levels of domination and submission.

The story is quite lengthy but only represents a portion of a more fully developed, five work, project. While not a quick read, I trust you can take your time and enjoy this particular work and look forward to the remaining four content, character, and time sensitive narratives.

And, please take a moment to let me know what you think of the material. Thank You, LC.

Babs started dance lessons, along with many of the other young girls who lived in her Regency Street neighborhood, when she turned eight. She was now 28 and had long ago distinguished herself as a women whose physical charms could turn the head of men and women alike.

At five foot nine, with long chestnut hair, wide eyes and high cheek bones, she still had the graceful arms and lithe, sensuous, body of a dancer even though she had given up the boards seven years earlier when she was hurt in a freakish accident on the stage of the Blue Virgin Theater; a place where she had first found professional employment.

The Blue Virgin was an adult entertainment theater in the Piccadilly Circus section of London. When Babs was in her late teens, she knew almost every shop in Piccadilly but, she had never been inside any of the adult theaters until one night when her date misled her into thinking that he was taking her to the legitimate theater and instead took her to the Blue Virgin. Babs certainly was not at all reluctant to go to the club and looked sophisticated and old enough for admission which made her smile to herself when no one even asked her age when he bought her ticket.

The sex acts at the Blue Virgin varied from day-to-day and the marquee pictures, while provocative and enticing, did not distinguish just what acts were to be performed on any given night. On most evenings there were at least 7 live shows; nude or semi-nude dancers, lesbian sets, simulated heterosexual acts, and a few novelty skits with explicitly sexual themes. Her date, George, was a handsome lad with a true appreciation for Babs face and body. They had dated twice before and he was fantasizing about the action on stage and of getting laid after the show.

George wrapped his arm around Babs and kissed her. He was turned on. When the last act started he was rubbing his hand over her right breast through her light sweater. The stage lights centered on a scruffy man who came on stage pushing a women who was wearing a clingy cotton house dress and was presumptively his wife. He was shouting at her and complaining bitterly that she had not given him the respect he deserved. He stopped her in mid-stage and demanded that she tell the audience what she had done to make him so mad at her.

The women, a curvaceous and attractive young women, dropped her head, and looked ashamed. At his prodding, she enumerated her transgression; she had yelled at him in public and embarrassed him in front of his friends. In a small voice, she apologized for her insolent behavior. The man did not seem satisfied with her recounting, and demanded that she speak up and retell the story of her misbehavior.

Babs, was quite taken by the women's performance, but when the man demanded that his wife submit to a hand spanking as punishment for her misdeed, Babs sat up in her seat with renewed interest. The man asked his wife if she felt a spanking was fitting as a means of correcting her behavior. She replied shyly but affirmatively. He asked if she should be spanked in public since she had embarrassed him publicly. Again, she answered in a positive way. He asked her if she should be spanked on her bare ass; she nodded her head and mouthed the word “yes.”

The man moved his wife to an overstuffed sofa which was angled on stage as the only prop. With her back to the rear of the sofa, he told his wife to remove her panties. The women, reluctantly, raised her dress and slid her panties down her lissome legs. The man rolled up the panties and forced them into the women's mouth. He tied her wrists in front of her with a scarf. He turned her around and placed her hips high over the back of the sofa. He slowly spread her legs and lifted her dress over her back leaving her firm, compact ass and smooth pussy exposed for all to see.

Again, Babs was mesmerized and no longer seemed to care that George was now squeezing her nipple quite hard. The man on stage proceeded to hand spank his wife with ever increasing intensity. He kept up a slow pace. But, the severity of his blows were obviously distressing to the women as she began to sob quietly and shift around on the back of the sofa. The man kept her from moving by pressing down with one hand in the middle of her back and by keeping her legs spread so she could not stand up. The color of her ass gradually changed to almost a crimson red after several hundred swats; clearly an ordeal of consequence.

From time-to-time, the man would press his middle finger deep inside her pussy and comment on her level of sexual excitement. He commented directly to the audience that his wife really must enjoy being spanked because she was so wet and her clit was so hard and responsive.

The women was plainly distraught due to her humiliation and crying from the intensity and duration of her punishment. The man did not show any concern for his prostrate wife, but evidently was quite exhausted himself from the energy he had expended in spanking her.

She too was obviously sapped from the spanking when he pulled her up, removed her panty gag and untied her wrists. He told her to hold her skirt up and face the audience and thank him for taking the time to correct her for her bad attitude and lack of proper respect for him.

The women lowered her head and begged for his forgiveness and thanked him for his correction. He made her repeat herself in a voice which could be heard at the rear of the theater. When she finished, the audience showed their approval with a standing ovation. The man threw his wife’s panties into the audience and lewdly stroked her enflamed ass as they left the stage.

Babs could feel the wetness in her own panties as she was aroused by the realistic, and humbling, performance of the women. The act played over vividly in her mind as she walked home. She was turned on and let George take her from behind in the alley along side her flat later that evening.

Not long after her initial visit to the Blue Virgin, Babs returned there looking for work as a dancer. Babs was very flexible and could kick as high as any other girl in London. Her toes seemed to shoot a foot over her head when she kicked. She held herself elegantly and looked great in her tight dance attire. She had decided on her profession and felt she could compete well against any dancer in town.

The owners of the Blue Virgin felt the same way. They had insisted that Babs return for a second tryout. After her second audition, she was told she could have the job if she would be willing to work nude from time-to-time and dance in high heels a bit higher than typical dance shoes. Her pay would be double that of other dancers who would not agree to those terms. Babs accepted and started her work at the Blue Virgin before she was 18 years old.

Because she had a sensuous look, was sexually enticing in her costumes, and was a superb dancer, Babs actually gained a regular following at the Blue Virgin. Her bosses recognized that with her high set and solid breasts, slender hips and long nimble legs she was quite the attraction.

She was also a hit with the other members of the crew who found her interesting, yet a bit naive about life in the adult theater business. She did not date boys or girls to anyone's knowledge nor did she favor any particular fetish. But, she could dance and she did look good in just about any outfit.

And, she made it a point to forge a tight friendship with the man and women who had performed the bitchy wife sequence which she had seen on her first visit. She did not mince words when she told them that their performance, more than any other, had really turned her on sexually.

She was to find out that the couple was not married, but were in fact deeply into the bondage and discipline scene. The women was a true submissive and he was her Master. His name was Mac and hers was Ophelia. The couple had three different acts which they performed during the week so Ophelia would not be overstressed with the demands of the same performance.

After several years dancing at the Blue Virgin another dancer tripped during a rehearsal and grabbed Babs arm to keep from falling. The incident resulted in a severely dislocated tendon in Babs left arm requiring her to sit out several months of work as a dancer. With no work, there was no pay for her. Mac felt that every problem represented an opportunity and suggested to the proprietors of the Blue Virgin that he could spice up his act if Babs could join it. They agreed to pay her old rate if the performance got audience acceptance.

At first, Mac just had Babs wear exotic and revealing costuming while she helped him ready Ophelia for her public lessons in submission and discipline. But, as Babs got more comfortable with the show, Mac brought her in on the action more directly.

In one act, Babs would fasten Ophelia tightly to a medieval torture rack and turn the ratchet screw to stretch her nude body taut before Mac, as the mad medieval castle owner, whipped out a loud confession that she indulged in spirit worship.

In another, Babs herself whipped Ophelia’s cunt lips and breasts as she hung upside down in an inverted spread eagle position.

In the bitchy wife scene, Babs played the new part of a door to door sales lady who was invited to watch, comment on, and generally add to Ophelia’s embarrassment during her bare assed corrective spanking.

Babs took to the action as a student more than as a participant. She always found herself aroused and wet even after many years with the act.

Ophelia genuinely liked Babs because she did not compete with her, judge her, hit on Mac, or try to make lesbian advances to her. Mac liked her because she gave real sexual energy to his act and she didn’t bring around any unsavory characters. And, as Babs started to develop a relationship with her new love interest, David, she found she had more free time when she was a part of Mac’s act than she would have if she returned to the dance troupe.

David Tutor had been a center forward on his football team in college over sixyears ago. He was ruggedly handsome, very bright, and a rising star in the real estate division of a multi national hospitality company. He was among the men who came to the Blue Virgin with some regularity.

In David's case, he was practically transfixed with Babs. He had seen her dance and marveled at her flexibility, especially her high styled leg kicks. Now that she was in Mac’s act he looked forward to seeing Babs in her erotic leather wear playing out her role.

David was known as a regular and had a good reputation, so the proprietors did not shrink from taking him back stage to meet Babs when he asked to be introduced to her almost six months after she had joined Mac’s show.

Babs was genuinely beguiled by David’s charm, wit, and sensitivity to her. She did not feel like a sex object when she was around him. He did not come on strong and treated her gently with an air of aristocracy. They got along well and had similar interests in jogging, tennis, club dancing, and hiking. And, they both could be happy in each others company just spending a rainy afternoon reading a favorite book.

Their love making was active if somewhat pedestrian. He never made overtures about bondage and she never suggested it. On a few occasions he did wrap her eyes with a scarf so she would be somewhat on edge when he caressed her labia and clit with his mouth.

By the age of 25 Babs and David were married. They had a very nice flat and were living the good life in London. Babs was involved with the extensive social responsibilities associated with David’s job. She had also taken on the job of organizing a group of like minded women for daily aerobic and flexibility workouts. She had left her employment at the Blue Virgin with no regrets and David had stopped frequenting it as a patron altogether.

It seemed that to David, his wife provided all the entertainment he could handle.

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David was the lead executive in Britain for Thompson Family Hospitality, Inc. This decidedly American firm felt more comfortable with London as their European headquarters than any of the other popular capital cities.

David reported to Charles “Chip” Wilson. Chip was the same age as David but had the advantage of being married to Ann Thompson, the founder of the firm’s youngest, and most dazzling daughter. Chip and Ann had been assigned to London only one year earlier and were living comfortably in one of the Thompson Hotel executive suites. The Tudor’s and Wilson’s got along quite well both socially and were of the same mind on business matters.

Chip was two years older than Ann. They had attended the same small, exclusive, preparatory high school. Chip was a gifted athlete in his younger days and had received his nick name because everyone thought he was a chip off the old block. His father was Granville Wilson of major league baseball fame. While Chip indeed was gifted ,he could not get around fast enough on a 95 MPH fast ball to expect a successful career in professional baseball; a circumstance he made up for with his quick intelligence and captivating charm.

Everyone knew Chip in school. He had received both academic and scholastic scholarships to several Ivy League universities by January prior to his graduation in June.

It was after an early spring baseball practice when Chip met Ann under very unpleasant circumstances. He had taken a longer than normal turn at the automatic batting cage and was walking alone back to the locker room, bat in hand, when he heard something going on behind the trash dumpster near the ball field. What he saw was obviously the early stages of an attempted rape of a young female by five male students.

Chip used the bat to run the boys off before any of them had been able to penetrate the girl. Not wanting to kill anyone, he had shifted the bat so he was holding the heavy business end while flailing the handle. He hit several of the attackers and he was sure he broke the wrist of one of them. The girl had a pillow case over her head and a rag had been forced in her mouth when Chip came on the scene. Her clothes were torn off her and she was virtually naked. Before he removed the pillow case from her head, Chip draped whatever clothing he could find over her naked body.

It was clear to Chip why the attackers had chosen this particular young women; she had well formed breasts, and muscular ,well shaped, legs. She was a natural, thickly textured, strawberry blond with a glorious pony tail and sensational face.

The girl was hysterical with fear and embarrassment. He held her and she cried on his shoulder. When she had gained some modicum of composure, he helped her to the campus infirmary where the police were called and charges brought against her attackers.

She was aware of who Chip was but had never actually met him since she was two years younger than he was. Immediately, Ann knew him as her big knight in shining armor; her savior and protector. She shuddered just thinking of the five boys holding her and raping her. Ann was grateful beyond words for being rescued from the violent assault; and so were her parents.

It wasn’t long before Chip was invited to meet Ann’s parents. Mr. Thompson, a man not easily impressed, was taken by Chips quick intellect and gallantry. Mrs. Thompson found him easy to talk to and pleasant to look at. Chip was offered a summer job with the Thompson company where he quickly came to the attention of other Thompson executives. Chip was a young man on the move with a good family name.

Ann’s fantasies about Chip seemed to increase with each passing day. Chip had a full roster of young women to date but did manage to spend time with Ann periodically even though he found her somewhat introverted. He thought she may have even been a bit enamored with him. Certainly, the fact that Ann had a great body for her age was not lost on Chip.

Ann transferred to an all women’s school at the beginning of the new Fall term and Chip went off to Dartmouth. Ann’s secret desire for Chip and her reaction to the rape attempt had taken on a deep psychological root. She was no longer interested in young men. And, had no interest in women. She was only interested in her personal protector, guardian angel, and defender. She became more conscious of her rather significant physical endowments as a women and began to wear bulky sweaters and baggy pants. She hunched her shoulders and crossed her arms in front of her. She was not at all comfortable with strangers.

Ann did have one friend at school and they often discussed how best to treat a boy if they should ever find one worthy of their time. Kissing was of special interest to them at this stage. Without practice, they concluded, they would be rank amateurs. After resolving their initial conflict regarding the prospect of latent lesbianism, they decided to learn from each other. Night after night, after their studies were complete, the girls would take turns reversing their normal gender position. After a month, they convinced themselves they could kiss as good as any women ever could; French or otherwise. Their tongues were now expert and their lips hungry.

Ann found solace and relief in writing to Chip. He was tender in response. He found ways to meet her when he could break away from Dartmouth and they held hands and hugged gently. Ann virtually tingled when she was with him. She was not yet 18; he was her defender. She was becoming increasingly aware that what she really wanted was to surrender herself to his guardianship. Chip knew he needed to take things very slowly with Ann. She was still a virgin.

In many of her letters over the next few years, Ann began to express her sexual reveries in erotic detail. Her letters always had the effect of giving Chip an erection. Her writing was so detailed that it didn’t take much imagination for him to see her acting out her fantasies.

His letter of response would egg her on to more explicit detail. He asked her to describe her body, measurement by measurement, and to recount how she wanted to be touched sexually. As time went on, Ann seemed to come more alive to him, her shyness faded, at least with him.

In one note, she invited him to be her date at her upcoming senior prom. At first he was not interested, so an inducement for him to accept, she promised that she would not wear any underwear that night, would not be at risk to pregnancy, and was looking forward to completely surrendering, for the first time, to his gentle tutelage which would bring her to full womanhood at the end of the evening. He quickly accepted her offer.

In the end, neither of them were disappointed.

After the last dance of the evening, he took her to a room in the hotel where the prom was being held. As a caution, he did not lay her down as her attackers had, neither did he lead her to the bedroom; rather, he made love to her standing up against a wall in the sitting area. After dancing with her he knew that in this position she would be the perfect height for him.

He lifted her gown and felt the full flesh her smooth cunt lips and moistened his fingers with her wetness. She was tight. He used his fingers to stretch her every so slightly. Then he penetrated her easily while holding her left leg up and wide. She was amazed at the fullness and rigidity of his erection. She had no experience from which to gage the intensity of her own reaction but she was completely thrilled with the immense pleasure she knew she had given him.

He remained in her, hard, for quite some time. Before he withdrew, he told her he wanted his juices to remain in and on her for the rest of the night. She shuttered at the thought of obeying him. He asked her if she would be willing to do that for him. She was a long time responding trying to think of just the right words.

Finally, she said with mock sarcasm in her voice, “Yes, my lord, I will gladly honor your request.” She kissed him with a passion born of considerable experimentation and innate sexuality. Both of her hands reached upward behind his neck and head and her tongue searched deeply into his mouth. Then she knelt to put her mouth to work resurrecting his penis.

With her humble answer ringing in his ears, and whose deeper meaning he was only beginning to understand, he raised her to her feet and looked her in the eye. Sensing no resistance, her unfastened her dress from the back and brought her dress down to expose her naked breasts. He asked her to step completely out of the dress and placed her hands behind her neck exposing her to him fully.

Now she was naked in front of him for the second time. She was alive with the sexual energy reserved for him alone. She had not worn a bra as promised, and in fact did not need one. Her breasts were firm and her nipples were still hard from her clitoral stimulation. She tingled to his ministrations. He knew from experience that it didn’t get much better than that. He penetrated her again. She knew he liked what he saw and was determined to keep it that way forever.

Her plan, even at age 18, was to graduate college at the same time he got his MBA then they would get married. They would get engaged the prior year. He would use the large signing bonus her father would give him for joining his firm to buy her a stunning engagement ring and they would have the grandest engagement and wedding receptions imaginable. They would live in a superb house which she herself would design and decorate. Ann would give herself to him and serve him completely. Her casual and subtle discussions with Chip made it clear to her that this plan was more than acceptable to him.

Ann kept up her letter writing routine to Chip from college. In her freshman year the references to her sexual desires and devotion to him continued. Her father hired him again for the summer and sent him to the far east to learn the firms operations there. Chip saw the deference women paid to their husbands there and was initially uncomfortable with it. He began to sense, however, that Ann seemed to prefer that type of relationship with him as she most always let him make the decisions for them.

When he returned, after two months away, he related his observations and insights to her. She could sense the implications of this subservient relationship for her life and felt the wetness of her excitement ooze onto her panties.

In her sophomore year, her letters to him took a decidedly more direct turn. She had now come to the point that she understood her nature and, to some extent, her sexual appetites. She knew, in her heart and head, that she was a submissive women and that she needed a dominant partner.

She needed to convey her thoughts in writing as her verbal communications were likely to fail her. She was ready to write down what needed to be said. In one of her early love letters to Chip she wrote from the heart:

“I, Ann Thompson, with love and an openly submissive spirit, do now request that Chip Wilson accept this pledge of myself to him and that he take me into his charge in all matters, sexual and otherwise, as my protector and Master so that we will grow together in love, trust, and mutual respect.”

There it was, in the open, what more could she say. She waited for his reply.

Chip’s reply came quickly.

“Dearest Ann: As a condition of me accepting your recent pledge of submission I demand that you: 1) return to me a fully expressive Agreement of Submission Document signed by you, notarized and dated, 2) send me a collection of whips and floggers with which I will punish you for any infraction of your Agreement of Submission, 3) return to me a full listing of pledges of behavior which will express your submission, and 4) send me professional pictures of you nude and in various erotic fashions.

Lovingly,

‘Master’ Chip

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The first whip Ann sent to Chip was a basic 18 inch, black, wide tipped, leather horse crop. She wrapped it with a note which begged his patience with her for at least a year while she honed the documents he demanded of her. She labored excitedly on draft after draft. Actually, she enjoyed the sexual tension as she thought about each word and sentence. Her letters to him often contained ideas and phrases which she felt would be ultimately contained in the final document. He would make suggestions sparingly, knowing that the final product had to be of her own hand and head.

Chip had invited the Thompson’s as well as Ann and his own parents to his graduation from Dartmouth. He had managed to graduate with honors and get accepted into the Tuck Business School at Dartmouth for his MBA despite the distraction of Ann’s ever increasing sexual development.

It had become clear to everyone, including Ann’s parents, that Ann and Chip were in love and were to be married. Mr. Thompson set them up for the summer in New York and they lived together while he again worked for the firm. Ann used her time shopping and began to bring home a curious array of electrifying and seductive outfits, erotic toys, videos, books, magazines, and other sexually explicit materials. All expenses were cleverly disguised by the retailer and charged to her fathers account which of course was paid without comment.

At age 20, Ann was quite a beauty. Her body had matured and filled out exquisitely yet she was quite modest about how she dressed in public. He did not push her to wear revealing clothes outside their apartment. She was still gun shy and he understood that. Even when they went out to dinner or to a show she wore matronly clothing.

But Chip didn’t let her reluctance to public displays of sexuality interfere with his pleasure. Around Chip, she loved to model enticing dresses and underwear. Her tastes were, from his point of view, sensational. She had a talent for picking the clothes which would show her breasts and legs to their best advantage and he never knew what excitement he could expect when he came home from work.

But, his imagination never was better than the reality. His manhood was in a state of semi-erection even before he got to the door. She found great pleasure while proudly displaying her erotic purchases. Their love making was wild and experimental.

During one brief period he asked her to only wear white cotton bikini briefs or no panties at all when she was alone at the apartment. She was never to wear a bra. If needed for warmth, she could wear a sweat shirt or short bulky sweater. Her legs and pussy lips were to remain shaved and smooth. Chip asked that she sleep nude and she complied without hesitation.

He could not keep his hands off her while she was next to him unless he himself was asleep. He wondered about how much sleep Ann actually got as he was caressing her smooth legs, her firm belly or her luscious tits. Her nipples always responded to his touch as her aureole shriveled and tightened sending shivers of excitement through her. He often slid her legs wide and lovingly toyed with her moist labia and hard clit. He seemed to derive satisfaction in working her to orgasmic distraction before ramming into her sloshing vagina. Chip was having the time of his life playing lovingly with the body of ten thousand dreams. A body he knew to an absolute certainty was exclusively his.

She had submitted three specific pledges to Chip which would serve as the basis of their relationship for the next year. She had written:

“I will show respect for and address my Master suitably, fittingly, and properly under all circumstances.”

“I will demonstrate my sexually submissive nature in word and deed.”

“I will maintain and use my body for my Masters enjoyment. My mouth, ass, and cunt are always ready for his pleasure.”

She knew she had more to think and write about on her behavioral pledges, but they had plenty of time to develop them in the months ahead. She had not even gotten close to being finished with her Agreement of Service document even at the end of the summer. Notwithstanding that, her submissive approach to Chip made it clear to him that she was not in doubt as to the style of life she wished to live with him.

Periodically, he would test her submissive resolve by demanding that she perform some modestly embarrassing activity or spend an hour pressed up against the main window of their apartment completely naked with her arms behind her head. Once, he called her from work and told her to pleasure herself while he listened. Ann never let him down. Her recovery from the rape trauma and the emergence of submissive sexuality were very encouraging to Chip.

Near the end of the summer, Ann’s intellectual curiosity about bondage and discipline began to materialize into specific action. She first bought a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs. That night she undressed and urged Chip to lock her arms behind her before they made love. The opportunities this presented to Chip were not lost him. After clicking the cuffs around her wrists, he kissed her deeply and roughly fondled her full breasts and nipples.

He brought out the black crop she had sent him earlier. She had no idea how he was going to use it. He held the whip to her lips and she kissed it.

“Are you ready for me to use this whip on your naked body, my love,” he asked .

She nodded.

Chip lifted her head with the handle of the crop so that her eyes met his. “You pledged to answer my questions completely and to address me properly, Ann. Now answer my last question as you pledged to do.”

Ann was troubled and uneasy with his rebuke. She knew immediately what was expected of her, but Chip had not been quite so forceful up to this point.

She gathered her wits and said; “Master, I am ready for you to whip my body as you see fit. Thank you Master, in advance for the chance to prove myself to you. I’m sorry I didn’t express myself clearly the first time you asked. I’ll do better in the future.”

Chip told her to stand against the wall with her legs spread, shoulders back, and tits up. He cracked the highest, roundest, fleshy portion of each tit 15 times, then snapped each nipple twice; but not so gently. She cringed but did not move or make a sound.

Her tits were so firm they barely moved under the snap of the leather tipped crop. Then he snapped the crop against her inner and outer thighs until they turned a light pink.

Ann was so turned on that she shuddered in orgasm when he laid her down and entered her with the handcuffs pressed into her spine. It was the most dizzying orgasm she had had in her young life.

They both knew there was much to learn about the use of the whip and other discipline. Ann had seen pictures of women in strict bondage and wild, erotic, leather wear. She was excited that her first experience with the bondage and discipline scene had brought such rewarding results.

She was determined to seek out the sex shops and erotic garments she knew would give Chip maximum pleasure and for her to be the submissive women she needed to be. They were off on a new trail of fresh sexual excitement and adventure.

They would be engaged to be married at the end of her Junior year early the following summer. They would both graduate the year after that in May and be married in June. The future looked as perky and enticing as Ann’s tits.

Early in her Junior year, after time to reflect on her summer in New York with Chip, she wrote four additional pledges to him:

“I will suggest ways to further my education as a submissive woman through reading, discussions and added discipline.”

“I will thank my Master for any pleasure he grants me and for any and all instruction, discipline, or punishment I receive.”

“I will act quickly, without hesitation, to demonstrate my submissive obedience to my Master no matter how demanding, distressing, or mortifying his requests may be.”

“I will openly communicate my feelings to my Master at all times, and will honestly and completely answer his questions at any time.”

She felt good about her progress sexually and was convinced that her true fulfillment was in serving Chip as her husband and Master. Chip was having to struggle with his new MBA studies as his concentration was often interrupted by the bulge in his pants.

He had used a vibrator to give Ann a climax during the summer but now demanded that she never pleasure herself to a climax without his expressed approval. He made a point of asking her, in each phone conversation, if she had obeyed his command since the last time they spoke.

She always replied; “Master, you know I now have a high degree of sexual energy and I love to pleasure myself, but I have stopped short of having a climax as you ordered.”

When he saw her on the rare weekends he was able to get away from his studies, he would invariably find a public place to ask her what had turned to be his favorite question and delighted as she responded with embarrassment.

Ann wrote Chip her next pledge:

“I will not engage in any act to satisfy myself sexually without receiving my masters expressed prior permission to do so.”

She knew that pledge would be difficult for her to keep. To make matters worse, Chip had sent her a starter size butt plug and was prone to calling her up to order her to insert the plug for a set period of time while she went to class or shopping. The high level of anal pressure and the constant reminder of her submissive status had begun to test her resolve significantly; which of course was Chips objective.

She soon wrote her final pledge:

“I will not hesitate to appear nude at my masters command or wear seductive, revealing and restrictive garments and I will do so without regard to any anguish, emotional distress, or insecurity this may cause me.”

Both Ann and Chip knew that with this last pledge, she had come to a peaceful resolve of her submissive nature. Her ability to live up to these pledges was a tale still to be told.

She had a great many thoughts regarding an Agreement of Service and she was determined to have it and an array of erotic professional pictures of her ready for Chip prior to their engagement party at the end of the semester.

Chip told her that he had purchased her ring at Tiffiney’s in New York; the exact one she had tried on at the end of the previous summer. He told her that her parents were aware of the purchase and were determined to throw them a gala engagement party. Ann had gotten the drift of her mother’s plans and was thrilled.

He told her that for the party she was to wear a dress with a high hem line and plunging neck line with matching high heels and that she was to wear the butt plug without panties all evening during the festivities. He said he wanted her nakedness to remind her of her senior prom. She smiled as she got the point.

His requirement of her that she purchase a full collection of whips, give him nude photographs of herself and a notarized Agreement of Service were intended to provide a significant test of her pledge of obedience especially since they were likely to provide public sexual excitement and embarrassment. She began to steel herself to the tasks at hand.

She only had several months to go.

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Ann had decided to present Chip with an album of the nude and erotic pictures of her which he had demanded along with the Agreement of Services. Together they would be her engagement gift to him. She would make the collection of whips and floggers part of her wedding gift the following year. Now she needed a photographer she could trust and she was running out of time.

Her college had an Arts Department and she decided to ask there for advise. The Dean of the Department was a tenured professor. Virtually all the professors at the college were women and Dr. Martin, Dean of the department, was no exception. Ann asked if her meeting could be private and closed the door behind her.

She decided to be direct with her request. She said that her fiancé had asked for an album of erotic pictures of her as his engagement gift from her and that she would appreciate any suggestions the dean might have for such an effort.

The dean, nearing retirement, paused and then softly responded that she was an accomplished photographer with a studio off campus. While she had never done nude work, she would be willing to take the assignment if they could work out a suitable guarantee of secrecy, price, and schedule. She added that her main qualification for the job was that her work would be discreet and she would not in the slightest way present a threat to Ann.

Martin pointed out that Ann would not want any publicity of her being photographed, that she herself was taking a professional risk engaging a student of the college in a rather risqué operation and would need certain guarantees of secrecy herself. It would seem they would each hold the key to the others reputation. She was persuasive and a handsome price, quite acceptable to the dean, was set.

The shoot was scheduled over a three week period on three consecutive Saturdays. The first day would be set aside for shots of Ann in erotic clothing, the second would be of Ann nude, and the third would be shots of opportunity both in and out of doors. Martin would provide the setting and necessary equipment; Ann would supply the special effects.

Ann arrived at the dean’s studio on the first of the three Saturday’s with her makeup case and two suitcases full of garments which seemed to have every exotic piece from the Frederick’s of Hollywood, Victoria’s Secret, and Centurion Erotic and Bizarre Clothing catalogues. She had a sexy nurses uniform, a high cut French maid uniform, a harem girl outfit, a tight leather skirt, a pair of very high heels, high boots, bras of all shapes and models, waist cinchers, corsets, flimsy sleep wear, stockings with and without crotches, full length dresses with waist high side slits, and a few wigs for good measure. In addition, and with no real idea of how they might be used, she had packed a few items purchased in the sex shops in New York the previous summer; an arm binder, nipple clips, a leather collar, a leather hood mask and of course her stainless steel handcuffs.

When Martin saw Ann nude she remarked that Ann had the most spectacular body she had ever seen in person. She felt that the garments were really only gilding the lily. That said, the dean began posing Ann in one outfit after another. The work was easy since the model was relaxed in front of the camera and the photographer was an expert in layout and lighting. They had hundreds of shots before they broke after a long day.

In the developing room, the dean found herself with her hands in her pants more than on the negatives. She invited Ann back to review the proofs and even Ann had to admit that the selection of the very best shots for this section of the album at least would make Chip a proud and horny man.

On the following Saturday, Ann arrived with only a small bag and her makeup case. She included the nipple clips, butt plug, vibrator, wigs, several pairs of high heels and various pieces of hose.

Martin suggested that each photograph include every inch of Ann’s body. She wanted to show everything from her head to her feet in the shots she took. For the most part, the shots would be of Ann standing in one pose or another, from one angle or another. She would have Ann bending or reaching to show off her luscious curves.

Martin suggested that some shots include Ann pinching her nipples or exciting her clit with her fingers. In several shots of Ann lying down, Martin tried to capture what Ann might look like while having an orgasm. The day went more quickly than the first and when reviewing the proofs, Ann had selected about 150 more shots for the special album she had in mind for Chip.

The third day of shooting was for special effect shots and shots which captured a particular target of opportunity. Ann brought back most of the leather items she had with her on the first day. Martin took several very close up shots of Ann's tits, ass and cunt. She captured the broadness of Ann’s wide shoulders, muscular back, and nimble legs.

There were pictures of Ann working out with weights and riding a bicycle in the nude and pictures of her nude, running outside, washing a car, picking flowers, and playing with a cat. Martin took shots of Ann in several arm restraint poses arms tied high behind her, or bound to a tree with her nipple clips pinching hard on her erect nipples. She had pictures of Ann inserting the vibrator and arranging the ass plug.

Ann paid for, and collected, each negative and final print. She asked Martin if she would artistically arrange the photos she had selected into a set of suitable albums for an additional fee. That was arranged. The final product of five albums was ready two weeks later, a month prior to the engagement party.

Now, Ann was ready to put the final touches on her Agreement of Service document. In final form it stated:

“My surrender as a submissive women to Chip Wilson is done with my wholehearted desire to seek his comfort, pleasure, and well being above all other considerations. To these ends I offer Chip the unfettered use of my body, time, and abilities and will accept gracefully any positive favors and compliments or alternatively any censure or criticism in whatever form and whatever place he chooses.

“I ask, in humility, that Chip as my Master, guide me in any sexual, sensual, or submissively related behavior so as to further my growth as a sensitive, loving, and unique person. Further, that he use the power vested in his role to help me mold my body, habits, manner of dress, and attitudes in accordance with his desires so that I may grow in spirit, strength, character, and confidence.

“By this Agreement, I renounce all rights to sexual or physical gratification, or personal privacy. Yet, I will strive to obtain my masters assent for pleasure recognizing that he is the sole judge of whether, how and where these pleasures shall be satisfied.

“I pledge my determination to demonstrate through my actions and speech that I am indeed Chip’s submissive slave. I will dedicate myself to overcome any inhibitions that Chip feels interfere with my ability to serve him. I will revel my thoughts, feeling and desires without hesitation. I will answer truthfully and completely any question my Master asks of me. I will work toward the maintenance of a positive attitude and continually strive to ensure that Chip is a sexually fulfilled person.

“In return for Chip’s acceptance of me as his sexual submissive, and with his understanding of the spirit of care and devotion with which I make this Agreement, I determine to be obedient to him and participate actively in any lawful behavior he may direct. My Master has the right to do anything he chooses with me, whether for his own pleasure or as punishment, training, or discipline of me , no matter how embarrassing, unpleasant, inconvenient, or difficult.

“This Agreement shall serve as the basis for a loving yet strict consensual relationship of Chip’s dominance and my full submission. Should either of us find our intent is not served by this Agreement, it may be canceled by verbal notice to the other along with the reason for such cancellation.

“I offer my full submission to Chip, under the terms stated above, this day June 2, one day after my twenty first birthday.”

This Agreement was copied, signed, and notarized five times and one was attached permanently to each of the erotic photo albums Ann had prepared for Chip.

To accommodate several large and profitable conventions at the signature hotel of the Thompson properties in the city, it was necessary to schedule Ann’s engagement reception and dance, several weeks before her Junior year final exams. To make up for the inconvenience, Chip had the bridal suite set aside for them in his name. She would leave to return to school right after the festivities.

Ann arrived at the beautiful suite first, and gathered her courage to present the albums to Chip when he arrived, naked, kneeling at his feet. He was flabbergasted at the enormity of her offering. The pictures were brilliant and so sexually exciting that he fucked her on the floor before he had finished looking through the first album.

He filled her with his ejaculate and after he had given her his last drops she rolled over to be on top of him. She could get extra pressure on her clit in this position and she worked her hips hard and with extraordinary energy. He could feel her muscles tense around his shaft and he reached for her engorged nipples, pinching them between his fingers. She shouted unintelligible sounds as she achieved a glorious, explosive climax. She determined to find that position again.

His juices were wet on her belly, legs and ass. She had the scent of a women well used.. He insisted that she let his ejaculate dry and remain on her.

As she lay naked on the floor beside him he gave her the diamond, told her that he accepted her Agreement of Service, and asked her to marry him. She was dazzled with the ring and nuzzled him saying that she felt as satisfied and married now as she ever would.

“This would be a good time to start our use of endearing terms,” he said, “In our private moments, you will be Slave Ann. From now on you will refer to me as Master, Sir, or Lord, do you understand?”

She hugged him close, and said, “Yes, Master, I understand and feel honored to be accepted as your humble slave.”

She knew he did not want her to wear underwear at either the dinner or the dance party. And, she did remember to insert the butt plug before they left the room. She took his hand and pressed it to her ass to remind him it was there. He looked into her eyes and winked in acknowledgment, but said, “Slave, I was certainly glad to witness what appeared to be a dazzling run of climaxes for you, but I don’t recall that you asked for or received my permission to do so, do you?”

Ann was dismayed. Her heart sank. She had tried so hard but had failed him. “Oh, Master,” she whimpered, “I have tried to be a good slave today, but I have let you down and I need correction badly. I’ll make it up to you, sir, if you give me the chance.”

He kissed her softly and they left for the party.

Chip’s remarks at the engagement party were brilliant. He acknowledged his own parents, the Thompson family, and Ann in particular. Ann looked sensational in an expensive, showcase dress intended to show off her exciting charms. She was with her friends and felt comfortable expressing herself with stylish clothing in this friendly social setting. She was making progress.

During one of the slow dances, she whispered in his ear; “Master, if it pleases you later tonight, I would be thrilled to pleasure your cock with my mouth, ass and cunt. You also may also find it fitting to correct my inexcusable conduct earlier tonight by either whipping or hand spanking my ass before you penetrate it. As you know, I’m well lubricated and have worked hard to make it easy for you to pleasure yourself there.”

He knew he would be able to rise to the occasion for a second time that night as his cock responded to her erotic offer right on the dance floor. He roughly clasped her ass through her dress and pressed his hardening cock against her pelvis as an expression of his assenting response.

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Chip had only glanced at the Agreement of Service in a cursory fashion during the brief time he had with Ann before he ravaged her on the carpet prior to dressing for the party. After the last friend left the party and they were alone in their room, he told her to bring him the albums, strip naked and kneel with her forehead at his feet. She quickly obeyed. He told her to spread her knees slightly apart so he could see her wonderful, tight labia lips. He told her to recall this placement in the future as “slave position number one.”

He required her to maintain her slavish posture while he studied each page of each album. The albums were wildly erotic and he was soon erect and ready to fuck her again. “Do you think you need a whipping, slave?” he asked.

“Yes, I do, Master. I was a very bad slave girl earlier tonight and I am now ready for whatever punishment you feel I deserve, sir.”

“Before I whip you I want you to service my cock with our mouth. But, if you make me come, you will be punished even more severely than you would otherwise. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, my Master, I will be careful.”

She removed his pants and slid his cock into her mouth. She could taste the pre-come and was delighted with it’s salty, chlorine like, taste. She used her tongue subtly and delicately.

He rested his head on the back of the soft chair and let her minister to his engorged shaft. He held her head and guided her rhythm so he would remain in control . “Release my cock, slave,” he said at some length “and lay across the bed on your stomach, spread eagle, with a pillow under your hips, and do it in a quick hurry.”

She was up and on the bed in a flash. The pillow raised her so that her velvety pussy appeared deliciously between her smooth, firm, and petite ass cheeks. He would be careful not to whip close to her labia, at least not tonight. The first stripe on her left cheek was not at all hard but he did increase the intensity of his swing until she was inching her legs together in an attempt to control the pain.

He said, “Slave, I haven’t given you permission to move any part of your body, including your legs, now spread them apart as far as you can or I’ll whip you crimson.”

Her legs sprang open in compliance. He whipped her inner thighs until he was sure she had gotten the point of his message. “Slave, get into “position number one” immediately,” he ordered. Again, she jumped in eager compliance.

He moistened his fingers with her wetness, spread her knees more widely apart, removed the ass plug, and caressed her anus with his fingers before easily penetrating her. She gasped as he slid to her inner depths but then relaxed while he used her there for the first time.

With little effort he was able to reach around to feel her soppy pussy with his fingers and stimulate her already erect clit.

“Master, I know I disappointed you tonight and deserved my whipping. Thank you for the correction. You were very restrained in your punishment of me. I know you have every right to enjoy my body in any way you like, for as long as you like sir, but I’d like you to know that you have me at such a fever pitch that I am having a frightful time controlling my body. If it pleases you sir, perhaps now would be a good time for you to pound my cunt hard.”

“Not so fast, slave. First, I want you to tell me what I am doing to you now,” he demanded.

Now, she thought, that was an interesting question for him to ask. Her mind raced as she pondered what might be an appropriate answer. She was learning a thing or two today about the whole concept of submission of mind and body.

“Master, you are fucking my ass with your cock and fingering my cunt and clit so that I’m nearly crazy with pent-up desire,” she rasped.

“Do you like what I am doing to you, slave?”

“Oh, yes, Master, you have given me a wonderful time tonight and I feel content when you dominate me, fuck me, whip me, and keep me humble and in my place.”

“What is your name, slave?” he asked.

“My name is Slave Ann, Master, and I serve you willingly and completely.”

“Are you happy, slave?”

“Master, I am happier then ever before. It means so much for me now that we have agreed to be married and you have accepted my proposed agreement of service to you.”

“Would you be happy, slave, if I let you roll over so we could fuck with you on top?”

“Yes, Master, I would be one happy slave if you would see your way to give me that consideration.”

Chip was thankful that this would be his second climax of the day because at this point he could still control himself quite well. He said to her, “You realize there will be severe consequences for you if you climax before I give you permission, don’t you slave?”

“Oh, yes Master, I do understand that,” she said. “Do you want me to control myself until you climax or may I plead for your mercy on my swollen clit starting now, sir?”

“Don’t be insolent slave, or I’ll whip your high-overdrive, over-sexed, pussy so hard that you won’t be able to fuck for a month. Now, let me lie down, then impale your sloppy cunt on me, arch your ass high, and hold perfectly still.”

She felt his ejaculate flow into her, hot and plentiful. She let his heart rate slow. “Master, I beg you, beg you, and beg you sir, to give your unworthy, slutty slave girl permission to climax. Please, please, please, sir,” she rasped as she arched her back and cunt into his still thick shaft.

“You really are a mess, slave girl. OK, get what you can,” he said finally. She drove her hips down hard into him and was rewarded with her second round of body wrenching climaxes of the day.

Afterwards, she said “I really love you my wonderful Master. Please know that being your submissive slave is my fondest desire. You are my protector and my teacher. I now live to serve you and obey you, dearest.” Her new lifestyle was taking shape.

She would not shower until she got back to school. Perhaps her room mate would be so impressed with her engagement ring that she would not take notice of the fact that she smelled as if she had spent the weekend wallowing in a pool of her own vaginal fluids.

Before she returned to campus for her finals, he whispered one further demand. During her Junior year final exams and during graduation ceremonies next year he expected her to again wear no underwear plus she was to insert a vibrating plug in her ass for several hours each day. He was continuing an old theme with interesting variations.

What embarrassing activity would he demand of her for the wedding, she wondered.

After finals were over, and before she returned to the city, Ann made arrangements to live by herself during her Senior year. The cottage she rented was on the outskirts of the small college town and rather isolated from any neighbors. It would give her the privacy she wanted.

Chip also arranged to live alone in his last year at The Tuck School of Business. He wanted to have unfettered access to his prized albums. Certainly, he couldn’t take the chance that someone else would see those babies.

And, the Agreement of Service was just too precious to have discovered by anyone. He read and reread that document as often as he could. He knew Ann meant every word.

They met again after her third year finals to spend the summer together, this time as a couple engaged to be married. The couple shared the same bridal suite they had the preceding summer. Not much would be different.

Chip would learn another part of the Thompson business and Ann would expand her horizons socially and submissively. Ann and her Mother would shop and have lunch when they could. Ann was aglow all the time and it made her Mother jealous to know that her daughter was able to enjoy such an obviously robust and satisfying sex life.

When she was shopping in the city alone, Ann became a favorite shopper at the erotic boutique shops she frequented. Not only did she spend a lot of money but she was good for business. The male customers were only too glad to watch her make her selections. She still had not purchased the whips Chip had demanded. It was quite difficult for her to gather the courage to buy these implements of her own punishment in person but Chip insisted it be done that way despite the embarrassment it might cause her. But, after months of shopping not only did her discomfort fade but she began to have a real understanding of the whip and erotic garment market.

She was enamored with leather clothing such as short and long skirts, waist cinchers and open cupped bras and she found a place on the third floor of a building on Sixth Avenue which manufactured and sold such items. The more she shopped in the store the more she desired a custom fitted leather outfit.

The one she finally selected had no rear panel and the top and sides were so tight she needed help getting into it. To be sure, the outfit left nothing to the imagination. It cost over $2,000. She could hardly walk in it and certainly was still too timid to wear it in public. Chip loved it.

Her favorite items were waist cinchers and corsets. She selected two cincher styles and one corset style and had each one customized for her so that she could narrow down her normally 23 and ˝ inch waist in stages, one inch at a time, till she got to 20 and ˝ inches. She felt it was an experiment worth trying. So did Chip.

Ann felt since she was going to spend her life with Chip that she needed to know what lotions, shampoos, soaps, and perfumes he liked on her. She spent hours shopping for these items and had Chip comment on his preferences. She threw out more of her purchases than she kept but, Chip liked what she wore and knew she had him in mind in each case.

Actually, Chip had a fetish for ultra high heeled shoes and boots. Ann could navigate fairly well in shoes just under 4 inches if the heel itself was not of the stiletto style. With the help of a friendly, yet kinky, shop dealer on Sixth Avenue, Ann bought a pair of 6 inch heels and a pair of platform shoes which she felt were even sexier. Ann was sure she would never be able to wear them for any more than a few minutes at a time. The shop owner knew she would be back.

By now, she reckoned herself an old hand at the selection of riding crops, tawses, paddles, viper tongues, whips and floggers. She knew that an oiled, tanned, flat leather crop would sting; that a suede whip provided a mix of thud and bite but more favored the thud; that deer and elk whips were soft and looked worse on the display rack than the were in actual use. She knew the difference between a braided and unbraided whip and that the number of tails, width of the tail and length of the tail would make a difference in the feel of the whip on naked flesh. She knew that a cat-o-nine tails and a cane were not for amateurs as both could leave welts for a long time. She seemed to have a preference for riding crops of varying flexibility and length.

The sales people came to know she was a submissive in training and had more money than experience. They were not above selling her anything, yet they were helpful to her. She had over 50 whips of varying lengths and severity at the end of the summer. The clerks seemed to know she had yet to experience the business end of a whip in any real way; a circumstance Chip was determined to change.

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Just before Chip and Ann were to go their separate ways back to college for the last time, she created a scene in a restaurant which was very upsetting to Chip.

He had ordered a specific wine and she, in a rather strident manner, criticized his decision in front of the wine steward. This behavior was totally uncharacteristic for her but she did seem adamant. Rather that make a fuss, Chip, excused himself with the steward, gave him a generous tip, and marched Ann out of the restaurant back to their apartment.

She knew she had crossed the line and was in for punishment of some sort. He ordered her naked into slave position number one. She complied. “What is you name, slave?” he demanded.

“Master, my name is slave Ann. I belong to you.”

“Are you permitted to second guess me at any time, slave?”

“No, Master, and I really apologize if I offended you, but I did think I was within my rights regarding the wine selection.”

“Well, slave, you certainly were not within your rights. You have no rights! You will remain in that position until you reconsider just what your rights indeed are. When you have something to say to me, you may ask for permission to speak. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes, Master I understand,” she said meekly. At one point she seemed to shift her position and he struck her right ass cheek with a riding crop with a ferociousness he had not used before. She shrieked but regained her prior position knowing full well why she had been struck.

After about 10 minutes, with the crop mark still searing on her flank, she said, “Master, may I speak to you regarding my behavior please?”

“Yes, slave. But, be very circumspect with your words. Sit up on your knees with your ass on your heels, tits high, with your thumbs against your pointer finger, palms up and on your thighs. Your head and eyes must not meet mine during this conversation. Consider this to be “slave position number two” from now on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I clearly understand your orders, Master,” she said as she assumed the position he had described.

“Master, I now know I was wrong to offer my opinion about the wine at dinner tonight and that I compounded my error by criticizing you in public. Master, if it pleases you, punish me severely so that I will not make that stupid mistake again. I so want to be your perfect slave.”

“Well, slave, just what do you think your punishment should be for your ghastly behavior?”

“Perhaps a whipping with one of the more severe whips I have purchased would be appropriate, Master,” she answered.

“Slave, that and more. At this point I don’t even know the half of your punishment,” he retorted.

“Go get me the 12 inch riding crop with the broad leather tip and return to your position.” When she returned she knew what was in store for her.

He required her to offer him her right tit by raising it high with both hands. His whipping began slowly but the redness of her tender flesh showed quickly. Ann had never felt that kind of sensation before. He told her not to move, talk or make an noise whatsoever during her tit whipping or she would receive more and worse of the same.

After one hundred hits, some of which were aimed at her nipple, he had her hold up her left tit and he matched his whipping of that tit to the other, stroke for stroke. Her tits ached to the smallest nerve ending.

He now demanded that she assume a position on her knees, her ass raised high, and her sore tits placed directly on the carpet in front of her. Her arms were to be splayed in front of her face and all her weight was to rest on her knees and tits.

For starters, she was to rub her nipples directly on the carpet until he was satisfied they had been properly sensitized. When he told her to rest, her nipples were afire. Then he retrieved one of her new suede whips and began to whip her ass and legs. He made her count each stroke and thank him after each group of ten.

By the time he had flogged her two hundred times, Ann’s tears were streaming down her soft cheeks. Her ass was smarting painfully, but her skin was not broken. Her cunt juices were flowing freely. She found great pleasure contracting her cunt muscles but realized that she was on the verge of a climax which would surely get her in deep trouble.

He rubbed cool lotion on her skin and noticed her excitement. But, since he was not yet finished with her punishment he told her to stand up and put on a pair of her highest heels. She did have great legs he thought and they were all the nicer with the addition of a first-rate pair of heels.

He commanded her to stand with her legs spread apart. Then, she was to bend over and grab hold of her ankles. From behind her, he could see the smooth shape of her labia lips moistened now as she offered her ass to him.

“Slave, you have taken your punishment very well so far,” he said. “Actually, I think you enjoyed it. Well, I assure you that you will not enjoy the strokes of that new cane you brought home a week ago.”

Ann knew what he was talking about and a cold shiver ran down her spine. A quick thought did occur to her that she might actually be a masochist but surely that wasn’t a bad thing, she thought.

Chip swished the cane through the air and it did sound cruel. He did it again and again to get Ann’s attention. He was having the effect he intended. At first, he just tapped her ass, intending no discomfort.

“Just testing,” he said.

Then, he placed a clean blow directly across both cheeks, dead center, which as planned, left a medium sized welt almost from the start. She jumped straight up and grabbed her throbbing ass cheeks.

“Slave, you do not have your body under control. Now get back in position or you will have a lot of welts like that before the night is out,” he shouted.

Tears were streaming again, but she resumed her bent over position. “Slave, it is my intent to mark your ass with this cane a total of three times, but, I’ll start over each time you move, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, I understand. But, please be merciful as this is my first taste of the blistering pain of the cane. I promise I will try to do better for you sir,” she said.

He struck her again. This time a bit higher on her ass than the last. The swelling wheals made parallel tracks on her skin. She held her position and exhibited a more stoic reaction. The third stroke added a parallel welt just under the first two. She cried bitterly but held her position. He felt her pussy juices running and was pleased with the results of his first use of the cane.

“Now slave, keep your high heels on, put on an ankle length silk dress for me and wipe your tears because we are going for a walk in the night air. The wheals were raw under her dress and her tits were still on fire from the whipping they had taken. He nipples were so hard they pressed through the silk dress like a good sized pebbles. She was much too scared to ask where they were going.

“You need to apologize to the wine steward for your unacceptable behavior tonight at the restaurant,” he said finally. “You certainly created quite a stir and I’m sure the nice gentleman was quite upset at the commotion you created. In fact, you need to tell him that I felt your behavior was so egregious that I whipped you quite harshly as punishment for your offenses against both him and me.”

Ann’s face lost color even as her ass burned red. This was truly going to be the most demeaning moment in her new life as an obedient submissive. She felt her wetness flow from her cunt once again.

Chip pushed her through the door of the restaurant and saw the wine steward standing alone in the rear section. They approached him and Chip said, “My wife has something to say to you, sir, regarding the incident here several hours ago, don’t your dearest?”

The man looked nonplused but was exceptionally curious regarding what this marvelous looking women was about to say.

“Look him in the eyes, don’t be nervous, and tell him how you feel right now,” Chip demanded.

“Perhaps madam, would feel more comfortable if we went to the managers office, since he has gone for the day?“ he inquired. The steward led the way with Chip following. Chip reached ahead to feel Ann’s ass and noticed that he could still feel traces of the three wheals.

When the door was closed, Ann felt the pressure on her. She was mortified. But, she was bound by her own oath of obedience to comply.

She spoke, “Sir, my husband has accompanied me here so I can apologize to you in person for my inappropriate behavior earlier tonight. I know I embarrassed him and I’m sure I offended you too. For his part, my husband had whipped me harshly so I will be reminded that my behavior was inexcusable. I will never do it again, I promise. Please accept my apology.”

Before the stunned man could respond, Chip said, “I believe this gentleman needs to be assured of you punishment. Now turn around and raise your skirt so he can examine the results of my efforts on your ass.” Ann was mortified.

Chip put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her into a position where her back was to the steward. “Raise you skirt above your waist, and do it now,” Chip commanded forcefully. Ann complied in complete dismay, and embarrassment.

The man himself was bewildered and felt his erection pressing against his uniform. He was beside himself with sexual curiosity. “May I touch her?” he asked Chip.

“Lover, I want you to answer the man,” Chip ordered.

“Yes, sir, if you wish. It would be my pleasure,” she whispered.

Tentatively, the man gently touched each of the three wheals and then ejaculated spontaneously. Chip smoothed Ann’s dress over her ass and legs. The steward was in no condition to escort them out. They left without further word.

“You did well, slave. I am proud of you. I’m sure you will get used to carrying out my orders even under the most distressing circumstances. Don’t you feel that way too?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, “I have learned you are a loving Master, who will correct me and teach me how to be obedient and submissive above my wildest imagination. I love you sir, and am completely secure under your domination.”

As they walked back to their hotel suite, Ann could feel her sexual energy surge. She had been Chips compliant sex slave and had learned a great deal about herself in the process.

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Chip had a sense that there was some issue which was not right between them; some unfinished business which needed to be cleared up between them before they left for their respective Fall semesters. She was acting coyly. Perhaps Ann had something she had not told him that he should know.

When the got back to the hotel suite, he told her to undress and stand, legs apart, in the middle of the living room floor as he had something to ask her. When she was in place, heart pounding again, he blindfolded her and told her to place her arms behind her head, elbows back behind her head, prisoner style. He walked around her to touch her tits, and ass; and to trace the wheals again and again. At length, he grabbed her nipples, one in each hand and squeezed them harshly.

“Slave, you are bound, by your own service agreement to me, to be candid with me and honestly and completely answer all my questions. Isn’t that so, slave?”

“Oh, yes. Master, that’s true and I will certainly answer anything you ask of me truthfully.”

“Well, slave, is it true that you planned and staged the entire incident with the wine steward at the restaurant tonight so you would see how I would deal with you?”

Ann was not sure how he would react to a truthful answer but she had no choice. She had to confess. “Master, you are right. I did intentionally set you up to get a reaction. I had no idea what you would do with me and I had no idea how I would respond to your reaction.” She arched her body to him sensuously, hoping to soften his response.

He pinched her nipples hard again and shouted in her face, “Slave, you manipulating broad! This charade tonight was way beyond the limit. A thrashing isn’t good enough for you now. I just should throw you out in the hallway and never see you again. Get down in slave position number one and think about how you have disgraced me. When you have something to say, ask for permission to talk.”

“Master may I have permission to speak?” she asked after a lengthy pause.

“Yes, slave, you may speak and it better be good. Get in position two immediately,” Chip said sternly.

“Master, I know I offended you again tonight by manipulating you at the restaurant. I have no good excuse for that, but if you will permit me sir, I did have a reason. I have been having such troubling thoughts recently as to whether I could ever adequately be a totally submissive women and live the submissive lifestyle I have promised you.

“I think subconsciously I needed to prove a point to myself tonight and I did. Will you believe me when I tell you that I can honestly say I desire your training and domination. I am ready for anything and I now know a submissive lifestyle with you as my Master is what I need and desire most in all the world.”

“Slave, are you saying you needed to be thrashed harshly and disgraced in public to know for sure that you could carry out the basic intent of your Agreement of Service to me?”

“Yes, Master, I believe I needed you to test me as harshly as you did tonight so I could gauge if I could deal with even more severe treatment you may wish to impose on me in the future. I want to be yours to serve, I don’t want to disappoint you and I want you to use my body in any way for your pleasure all the time.”

“Well, slave, your reason has saved you from being thrown out. But, your punishment is that you must wear nipple clips to bed each evening from now until the day we marry. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Just obey me or else. And, you know I’ll check on you.”

He took her to bed, spread her legs and sucked her labia lips and clit until she, with his permission, again shuddered to a climax. He attached clips to her sore nipples and told her to sleep. He rubbed her naked body and pulled on the nipple pinchers until he fell asleep himself.

The next day they went their separate ways knowing there would only be a few chances to meet again until the year-end holidays. She had a lot to do. Wedding plans were time consuming, but thankfully, she had a light load during her senior year. And, she had her mother to help her and money was no object.

Ann’s parents wanted them to have a nice house in Connecticut and told them they would completely finance a starter home for them. Ann made a bargain with her mother; mom could plan the wedding, all except for the wedding dress, if Ann could have carte blanch in designing and building the house.

Ann had a plan for the house which she could not carry out if her parents were involved. She wanted a secret room to be built in which she and Chip could engage in their rapidly expanding BDSM activities.

She soon found a secluded suburban lot and a builder who said he would work with his own designer. He guaranteed her he could build such a room under their master bedroom with a secret connecting passage. He would only have workers from Canada on that part of the construction and he would have any special features built in by a crew who would only work at night. She had some terrific ideas and so did Chip. When they discussed them, they would usually wind up in a frenzy of sexual exhaustion.

The room was to be just as large as the master bedroom and have practically the same characteristics. There would be some unusual additions. Chip wanted soundproofing, and mirrors. He wanted TV cable and a large screen TV. She wanted the ceiling to be higher than normal to accommodate a ceiling track with a heavy duty chain wench.

The room plans included a large tub and shower, a mini kitchen, bed, and a great variety of bondage apparatus and related equipment. Along one wall would be an arrangement of the unique collection of whips, floggers and erotic books she had purchased. There was a small dungeon cell incorporated at one end of the room as well as a large closet and dressing room. She clearly knew what she wanted and her erotic imaginings were in high gear.

By April of the year of her graduation and marriage, Ann had seen grand progress on her new home, had done a considerable amount of work with the designer on furnishings and furniture, and had been fitted for her stunning wedding dress.

She had written Chip many erotic letters in anticipation of her honeymoon. Chip, on his end, had made what plans he was responsible for regarding the wedding, had positioned himself academically for an MBA with high honors and, had made arrangements for them to spend two weeks alone, after the wedding, aboard a large sailing schooner in the Caribbean.

Without her knowledge he had also conceived of, and arranged to be built, a single, miniaturized, hand held remote command devise designed to control three technically advanced silent vibrator units. One of the vibrator units would excite Ann’s nipples, one her clit and one her ass. Each gadget was designed so he could adjust the intensity level and was controllable remotely up to 35 feet. The operator could operate each of the three devises alone or in combination.

Ann did not know it yet, but she would be wearing two of them on the day of her graduation and all three on her wedding day. She was already under orders to wear a vibrating ass plug for graduation and now he would give her the option of wearing one of the other two, along with the butt plug, under her gown on graduation day.

Chip was finished with his graduate work several days before Ann got her bachelors degree. He didn’t attend his own graduation; he just had them send the certificates to their new address in Connecticut. The post office would hold it till he got there.

He took Ann to a local hotel as soon as he got to the small college town where she lived. He had her strip for him and he ravaged her magnificent body completely within minutes after he laid eyes on her. Now they could get down to serious business.

His first issue was to show her his new remote vibrators and have her try them out. Each one seemed to drive her more wild than the other. She had never had her nipples vibrated and clipped at the same time. The pressure and stimulation was intense and she had always imagined that her tits were somehow attached, by some direct and sensitive nerve, directly to her clit.

Chip managed to keep her on the edge of her seat during the entire graduation proceedings. She was seated along with her graduating classmates in white chairs listening to the guest speakers.

He was moderating the vibration of the plug in her ass. First very up a little, then down. Then he teased her nipples; at first just a little then quite wildly. Then he got her attention with both vibrators simultaneously. She sat in a high state of sexual excitement but realized he was only tormenting her not pleasuring her. Her excitement was not for her pleasure but for her Master’s. She was to endure and control herself.

“He can’t possibly know just how intense this is for me” she said to herself as she tightened her thighs against each other. She was on the verge of having an orgasm right in the midst of several hundred people when she spread her legs and tried desperately to relax. Fortunately, Chip turned down the vibrations at that very moment. She had no doubt he could make her come if he really wanted to.

After the ceremony, Chip overheard Ann’s Mother suggest that she seemed fidgety during the ceremony. Ann just brushed the comment off as being the result of her general excitement.

“General excitement, to be sure,” Chip thought to himself.

Ann was more sure than ever that Chip would demand she wear all three vibrators at the same time during her wedding which was three weeks off. And, she was right.

The wedding march started and Chip started the vibrators. Ann jumped and held on to her Fathers, arm with determined effort. Chip smiled at her from the other end of the church.

He kept his hand in his pants pocket and moderated the intensity of each vibrator until she had taken his own arm ready for the minister to start the established order of service.

When the pastor got to the part of the service where he asked Ann if she would take Chip as her husband and honor and obey him, Chip jolted her once again. By then, her clit ached; her swollen labia pulsed; her nipples throbbed; and, her anal sphincter sent waves of sexual energy through her entire body with each jolt of vibrating action. The craving for relief grew more potent and her passion grew stronger. Just how long could she control herself?

At her first opportunity after the service she rushed to the private room set aside for the bridal party. She hurried to a stall and spread her legs wide. Her fingers found the little button that would bring her instant relief. She thrust her hips back and forth and her heart rate soared.

She knew Chip would ask and she would have to tell him the truth if she gave herself an orgasm. Her body writhed and was damp with perspiration. She was still in her wedding dress; no bra, no panties and she was within seconds of not having any dignity.

She was far enough away from that damnable remote so that she could get her bearings but she knew her situation was indeed tenuous. She would have to convince Chip to temper his torment of her.

“Master, you have taken me to extraordinary sensual levels today, in the most preposterous places, and I beg your indulgence, sir, to give my body relief for at least the two hours. I will be so ever grateful for your gracious consideration,” she kissed him deeply.

“Yes, my dear slave, I will give you some relief. But, I want you to meet me in exactly two hours on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. Do you understand? Can you guess what I am going to do to you when you get there?” he asked.

“Master, I can only imagine that you will make me climax on the balcony while everyone else is dancing.”

“How will you feel about that, slave,” he asked.

“Master, I will be very excited and quite embarrassed to be sure, but I will obey you without hesitation.”

The wedding was a success. Chip was a lucky man. And when the last guest wished them well, Ann was still flushed with sexual excitement.

The End