Submissive in Training

THE JEFFERY ARMSTRONG CRONICLES

Submissive In Training

The Early Stages

Chapter One

       “Well, it’s settled then, since you think you’re in agreement shouldn’t we make sure you understand completely.”  Actually not a question toward her but more of a blunt statement, his voice level, firm, he sets back in just his robe in the plush executive style chair he’s positioned out from behind the desk, the chair’s Corinthian leather supple and comfortable while blending with the surroundings of the thickly curtained and mahogany trimmed study.  Having her standing just a few feet in front of him, that tan, that athletic body’s so inviting, now even more so then the times he’s already had his way with her in their budding relationship, a relationship involving intense sex and most recently a kinky type sex mixed with relatively mild yet escalating stages of sadomasochism.  Controlling just the hint of a smile with those thoughts, he focuses on the slightest of a nod of her head as her dark brown eyes continue to remain fixed on the intricate design woven into the thickly carpeted floor beneath her already bare feet.

       “So, so you say then that you’ve decided, you’re willing to accept my offer, at least briefly train to be my submissive.”  He basically repeats himself as he appreciates her looks in the revealing outfit.  “Your body, your mind to do with as I please for the coming week before making your final decision… Starting tonight, right now… That’s our understanding.”  Again, brief comments, not questions, this time the voice a tad sterner as he continues without awaiting an answer.  “You’ll obey me during this time period without question.  You’ll obey me completely as of my handling of you and you will do whatever I instruct you to do… Or, our agreement ends, and of course the relationship as we now know it also ends… No exceptions, no excuses for the entire week you’ll be my submissive and sex slave, that’s understood… Correct?”  That last comment finally a question.

       Her eyes still lowered, her head again barely nodding in agreement, her long dark hair sways behind her neck and halfway down her backside in a tight braided ponytail.

       “Answer me once and for all, Jodi.  Answer exactly as to our agreement, submissive and sex slave…  Now address me in the proper fashion.”

       “Yeh.”  Her voice soft, between a whisper and a whimper, her eyes briefly rise as she mumbles in a tone that sounds even younger than her twenty-one years of age.  “Yes… Yes Sir, I, I understand… Sir, I… I’ll be your submissive… And, and sex slave for the, the week… Sir.”

       “Very good, then let’s get started.”  He orders, casually rocking back in the chair.  “I see your shoes are already off like they’re supposed to be when entering my study, that’s a good start.  Okay, then, let’s see…  How ‘bout the blouse next… Yes, unbutton it and slip it off, slowly… And of course with the proper posture like in the material I’ve shared with you to guide you in your training.”

Tilting back in the chair just a little further, watching her, observing every nuance of her demeanor as she seems to hesitantly freeze before her shoulders finally start to arch back, her nearly translucent blouse clinging to the darker lace bra beneath it offering out those firm, globular breasts, he watches as her hands begin to raise nervously outward in front of her, her fingers resting on the lowest button, again briefly motionless before initiating the seductive journey upward from her bare bellybutton revealed above the ‘Daisy Duke’ style short shorts clinging to her thighs like a second skin of blue denim.

       The first, second, then third button unsnapped in a slow sequence allowing the blouse to spread ever wider with her raising hands and arching shoulders, her tan virtually even, obviously natural from the past couple years of having lived in Southern Florida, he watches while her stomach muscles flex, her abs ripple as her narrow waist is unveiled.  Another couple buttons remaining to be undone, both stretching the blouse firmly across those breasts thrusting outward, the sheer material strains while outlining the low cut cups of the brassiere.

       Flattening the palms of her hands across her breasts, her fingers manipulating the last couple buttons, finally the blouse flips open, uncurls toward her sides, the brassiere pressing further outward, the rounded, bulging contour of her breasts practically overlapping the low cut hemlines to the point of exposing just a tad of the edge of an areola.  Arching her shoulders further back while slipping her arms behind her, hands raising almost awkwardly upward along the curvature of her spine to manipulate the bra from behind, unsnapping, unfastening the straps, her breasts flattening beneath the confining lace cups, she again hesitates, inhales a deep breath.

       Her eyes still lowered, her lips parted just enough to allow the tip of her tongue to gently trace from corner to corner across the lower lip, she gives out an almost inaudible sigh as she allows the bra to slip outward, downward off those nearly perfectly symmetrical mounds the size of not so small grapefruits as they jiggle, sway to a standstill.  The now fully exposed brown areolas the size of silver dollars, the nipples thick, perfectly centered, the rest of her tanned breasts appear barely a shade lighter as she allows the bra to slip down past her navel, the empty cups catching across the buckle of the leather belt holding her short shorts in place.

       “Okay, so now we’ve reached the crux of this point of our relationship you’ve agreed too.  Remember, you’re to obey my instructions to the letter from here forward.”  Eyes briefly meeting, his stern, hers with a hint of anxiety, his tone now has an obvious degree of authority.  “Flip that bra off and hand it to me, then reach up and cup those titties, offer them up and out for my inspection, and continue to concentrate on that perfect posture I expect from you.  Remember; do exactly as I say without disappointing me, Jodi.”  Carefully watching her reactions while thinking to himself how she’s one of the few women he’s ever known who somehow actually looks even better naked then clothed, he can sense his own excitement, the stirring deep inside himself from anticipating not just how well, but how far she’ll obey his demands.

       Allowing the brassiere to drop away by its swaying strap from her left hand as she reaches it out toward him, he catches, fingers the French cut brassiere, aligns the cups together as he senses not only the soft texture but also the whiff of her breast’s fragrance clinging to the material.  Briefly taking his eyes off her and toward the bra as he gently folds it, recollecting of how he’d taken her to purchase it so recently from a Victoria’s Secret store, it being their most elegant, sexiest undergarment in stock, recalling with a smile how he had her model a couple other revealing brassieres along with their matching panties for him before making the final choice by having her stepping out time and again practically naked from the partially open dressing room door with a store full of customers, he again glances at the bra’s tag, the thirty-four, C cup label that’s actually a tad confining on her.  Setting it off to the side, he again focuses on his submissive in training.

Jodi’s other hand sliding upwards as he’s lost in thought, her fingers curling beneath, around a firm mound; he realizes she’s continuing to follow his orders.  Left hand slowly following suit to join in hoisting, separating both breasts, her bare feet shuffled just under shoulder width apart with her shoulders noticeably arching even further back, she continues with her buttocks simultaneously jaunting outward as her chin dips toward her sternum with her semi-nude body taking on a serpentine type posture.  Lips still parted, eyes still lowered, her stomach noticeably hollows beneath the outline of her ribcage as she takes a deep breath, holds it in while appearing to nervously await his further instructions.

       A few seconds passing by, then almost a full minute, enjoying the sight of her fondling those nearly symmetrical mounds, waiting for her to have to breathe out, to take in another breath, he finally orders.  “Good, that’s it… Now, squeeze, force those nipples to bulge, and spread those tits wider apart, stretch ‘em out ‘til they flatten across your chest.”  His voice still firm, even keeled as the chair gives off a slight creak in the otherwise silent room while he leans forward, he watches, takes in the sight of those perfect breasts being fingered, being contorted by her for his pleasure, a pleasure that’s soon going to cause her not only the obvious mounting embarrassment she’s experiencing, but even better, a degree of physical torment.

       Breasts bulging, titflesh spreading between fingertips, the taut areolas almost translucent as she forces the twin melons to separate toward her armpits as she continues to tug in opposite directions, he also focuses on her expression, the noticeable crimson tint of her cheeks spreading across her entire face as the first signs of saliva glisten across those parted lips. 

       “Tongue.  Lick a nipple, stretch a tit up to those lips and suck on it… But let me see you flick the nipple with your tongue back and forth a couple times first… Hear me?  Again, he feels the excitement, the self gratification of the vulgarity of his instructions she’s accepting, obeying even as his orders are seemingly becoming somewhat more random then planned.

       A brief nod, a drawn out and garbled ‘yes Sir’ as she cautiously stretches her right breast upwards while just as slowly craning her neck and forcing her chin to burrow into her sternum, tongue flicking then awkwardly probing outward, her bulging breast hoisted even higher as her knees bend in conjunction with her noticeably bowing back, she grunts as she grips the rapidly discoloring mound with both hands, allowing her unattended breast to bounce free.  The tip of her tongue barely flicking across the nipple once, twice as she strains her neck, stretches her tongue to the limit, she grunts, quietly moans with each humiliating lick.

“In your mouth now… Clamp down on the tip of that nipple firmly and securely, then let go with your hands, drop your arms down to your sides, and whatever you do, don’t let that tit slip free… Do it, now.”  His voice not only remaining firm but bordering on harsh as he barely conceals his excitement, he leans even further forward, watches while her now hazing eyes again gaze just briefly upwards as she struggles to force her nipple between her clenching teeth.  Allowing her hands one at a time to slip free, her white teeth gleaming as the nub of her stretched nipple disappears between them beneath her yawning lips, she grunts, gasps as her arms straighten, fingers curl into fists down along her thighs, the still taut ponytail swaying across a shoulder until partially covering her free breast.

       “Now bite down… Go ahead and bite down on that tit and then slowly crane your neck back.”  He orders, pointing a hand, a finger toward her breast, her mouth as he speaks.  “And like I said, don’t let go… Stretch that tit, stretch it between those teeth.  Clamp down hard and tug… Now.”  Anticipating her response, to follow his orders to inflict pain on herself, he watches intently, enjoys the excitement of taking her to a limit of what she’ll allow.

       Her whimper becoming a harsh squeal, the sight of her breast being contorted simultaneously as the taut nipple stretches upward between her yawning lips, he senses that stirring deep inside himself mounting, the sensation of being pleasured with the sight of someone so young, and not just beautiful but bordering on exotic performing so erotically for him to the point of following his harsh orders even as the tears well up across those dark eyes of hers squinting in pain, and humiliation.

       “Higher, raise your chin higher now, stretch that tit, tug on it with those teeth, and keep those arms down.”

       More grunts, moans, her fingers still flexing, then clenching while brushing across her thighs time and again it’s obvious she’s struggling to not allow her breast to slip free from her mouth.  Seeing her accepting the obvious pain of her own teeth clamping tighter into that sensitive flesh of her tortured nipple as she forces her head inch by inch ever higher, her breast to contort, elongate into an unrecognizable shape of abused titflesh, he waits, waits just long enough to realize she’s going to lose control or even seriously injure her breast.

       “Enough… Let it go… Let that tit go and assume the position, Jodi.”

       “Agghhhh…”

       Her guttural yet almost grateful grunt escaping her lips as her breast flips free, the tears trickling down off her cheeks as her body noticeably trembles, her eyes focus downward toward that aching mound as she attempts to maintain some sort of composure.  Her bare flesh beginning to glisten, her stomach hollowing with each brief nervous breath as she again tenses, assumes the semi-serpentine stance he expects, her fists remain clenched at her sides with her ponytail flicking back behind her shoulder.

       “Good… Good start, Jodi.”  Better then imaginable already, he pushes on, sees how much further he can take her on their very first session.  “The shorts, I want to see that pussy of yours next, that tight little cunt that had better be shaven baby smooth without as much as a nick.”  Basically struggling to keep the excitement concealed in his voice, yet still vulgar with his instructions, he continues to be also drawn to her aching breast, the obvious reddish indentation of her teeth marks sunken into the nub of her abused nipple as her left hand appears to begin to raise upwards past the short’s belt.

“Stop… That’s enough; don’t touch that tit, either tit… You know they’re restricted to your touch unless I specify otherwise.”  He demands.  “Now, go ahead and slip those shorts off, then the panties, keep those shoulders back, too… And don’t bend your knees either while you do it.  I want you naked, completely naked with that pussy spread wide.”  His own pulse continuing to escalate in mounting anticipation, watching her struggling to obey his overbearing demands, knowing her gnawed on breast’s nipple has to be throbbing with each escalating heartbeat while she’s already grappling with the physical and now the mounting psychological anguish, the whole scenario’s playing out to his perfection.

Watching her fingers unbuckling the belt well below her bellybutton, her zipper unzipping, her thumbs slipping between the jean material and the outer curvatures of her thighs, the fringe bottomed shorts ruffling down one side, the other inch by inch while her hips sway back and forth in conjunction with her breasts gently jiggling from side to side as she bends only at the waist, finally just her matching panty’s left to cover her sex.  A thong, her thumbs slipping inside the g-string type bands, another series of wiggles and her freshly shaven, baby smooth pubic mound comes into view followed quickly by the puffy folds of her likewise shaven vulva.

The striptease type gyrations continuing, stripping down, her labia lips barely concealing the nub of that tiny clit he’s sucked, nibbled on but rarely allowed her an orgasm, just mostly to the brink before denying her that pleasure, he recalls just how tight, how glove like her vagina is.  More like a moist glove gripping at his entire shaft as he’d sink it deep inside her, actually the tightest, most satisfying orifice he’s ever had the pleasure of mounting, he watches as both the shorts and panty slip down to her ankles, finally off her one after the other stepping feet.

“Okay… Now, spread that pussy for me…. Pinch and spread those cuntlips with your thumbs and fingernails… And don’t touch that clit… I want to see it standing up as you stretch your pussy open.”

Her face not only just a shade of crimson now but closer to beet red as she follows his vulgar rhetoric while noticeably nibbling on her lower lip, he watches as her feet shuffle, shuffle a little more until just over shoulder width apart even as her hands reach down between her thighs.  Thumbnails, index fingernails pinching, tugging the dark flaps of her labium apart, the darkness of that orifice between her spreading thighs, he focuses past her fingers onto that very nub.  Pink, obviously moist as it glistens, barely over the size of a pencil eraser head, again he holds in a smile as her naked body quivers in front of him.

“Push that pussy out toward me, arch those shoulders back further, I want those nipples to point upwards for me too, I want those tits to separate, spread apart.”  Unrelenting, his instructions more and more crude and obnoxious, yes he knows it’s working out just how he’s planned, to totally humiliate her, to totally control her before the real physical pain.

Her body contorting, those breasts jaunting outward from her arched back shoulders, those almost boyish hips thrusting forward, he glances toward her face, those lowered eyes almost squinting shut with her lips still perched.  Again a minute or so of silence, finally again the now obvious sound of the chair tilting forward, his hand reaches out, the index finger straightened forward, toward her bellybutton.  Circling the indentation, flicking the point of his nail into the shallow crevice, he can sense her reflective response, the quiver of her stomach.

“Now… Now Jodi, I’ve got to decide what to do with you next now that I’ve got you completely naked in front of me, and with a whole evening ahead of us.”  Holding the tip of his finger firmly into her navel, reaching up, cupping her left breast with his right hand, he glances into her tearing eyes.  “If we’re going to fuck, I still have to make up my mind just what orifice I want to fuck first, which of the three, cunt, ass or mouth.”  Feeling her navel flex, watching the slight tremor of her abs, her stomach, he gently squeezes the firm mound cupped in his fist a last time before allowing that hand to glide down across her stomach.

Flicking across her navel, tracing around her pubic area, a finger and thumb between her fingers still parting her cuntlips, a gentle twist, a tug of the nub of her clit, he again addresses her.  “Then again, maybe I should give you a choice.  How ‘bout either a fucking or a discipline session.  Maybe use some clamps on those titties, or how ‘bout a strap applied across your butt ‘till you can’t sit on its welts?   Maybe even a piercing of a nipple, maybe something else, like this clit stretched with weights or maybe waving a lit candle back and forth beneath it… I’m not sure; I guess I could let you help choose, that’s a lot of maybes.”

Still pinching her clit with a little more force, another slight tug, he glances up into her widening eyes that’s obviously welling up.  “So Jodi, what do you think we should concentrate on first, you fucking me real good like you’ve never fucked me before, or start with me punishing those titties of yours… Or then again, even maybe doing one of those things you’ll find quite painful with this little clit I’m pinching?  Okay then, I think it comes down to fucking me or being disciplined.  Which is it?”

Watching her quivering, that uncertain expression of the mixture of emotions crossing her flushed face, he knows he’s taken her close to the limit, now to see how far he can go past it.  Giving an even harsher pinch and tug of her clit while continuing to grip it, he addresses her.  “Now, not only do I want you to decide what you want done to you this very moment, but I want you to beg me to do it.”  The feeling of utter dominance so satisfying, the knowledge that she’s going to not only be humiliating herself physically but even more so mentally, he continues.  “Talk to me, talk to me with the crudest of terms, imagination, be vulgar, much more so then even I’ve been so far.  Now, start, tell me what you want or I’ll decide myself, and believe what I just described, it will be much, much harsher if I make that decision.”  A final tug on that stretching nub before allowing it to snap free, he finishes.  “And that will be so much more painful for you, a whole lot more painful than this just was.  Do it, do it now, talk to me. Plead, beg.”

Her eyes widening, her lips quivering as she barely glances up, she mumbles.  “I… I want you to… To fuck me.  Please, I want to be fucked in my, my pussy by your hard cock.”

“That’s a start.”  He smirks.  “Not much of one but a start.  Put your hands behind your neck, push those titties out ‘till they’re rock hard and then straddle me.”

Slipping his robe apart, sliding forward on the chair until just his butt cheeks rests on the cushion; he allows his throbbing shaft to flip out, thick, the nine inches of solid meat standing upright.  “Straddle me until you press your pubic mound against my cock; let it slap across your bellybutton, do it.”

Watching her slide her hips almost cautiously forward across his knees, knowing she knows full well how his cock consumes her, stretches her vaginal walls, burrows painfully deep inside her when her legs are spread so wide, he hears the slightest of a moan escaping her lips as she stares downward at the oozing crown of his shaft slapping against her hollowing stomach well above her navel.

“Tell me you want it; tell me you want it all… Want it to hurt, for me to impale you with my cock deeper than I ever have.  Come, on, use your imagination or I’ll hoist you up by your tits with my bare hands, than fuck you in the ass.  Talk to me, be crude, vulgar… Excite me.”

‘Ohhh, oh fuck me, fuck me with that big cock, shove it in me, shove it all the way in my pussy, please.”  She practically squeals, obeying his orders even as her heart pounds in her chest, the anxiety obvious with the realization of how painful his cock can be if plunged completely in to the very hilt.

Her stuttering voice again with an almost childlike tone, her eyes remaining fixed on that thick shaft grinding across her stomach, her thighs, knees tremble as she watches his hand grip, press the head of his shaft between her spread legs.  Tiptoeing on bowed legs, feeling the crown barely brushing the spreading lips of her labium, knowing how tight, how painfully deep he might go with her legs hoisted across him like this, grunting, aligning herself the best she can with his cock, she mutters, almost begs.  “Tha… That’s it, fuck; please fuck my pussy, fuck me slow, fuck me real slow, please…. Please.”

Cupping his hands beneath her buttocks while he raises the firm, somewhat boyish type mounds that’s spread even wider than the normal couple inches of width of her natural slit, allowing the crown of his shaft to teasingly flick beneath, across her puckered rectum back and forth a couple threatening times as he centers her, then allowing the engorged head to slip between those spreading cuntlips, he senses the warmth of the natural dampness, the consistent firmness of that glove like grip of her vaginal muscles encircling, gripping his stretching foreskin as he carefully lowers his arms while simultaneously thrusting his hips upwards from off the chair.  Two, three initial inches of his twitching shaft firmly planted inward, a short hesitation followed by a couple more short thrusts, her hips tensing, her thighs reflexively squeezing, another brief respite followed by yet another thrust, he feels his shaft impaling her on his lowering hands an inch or so at a time, senses her sex being stretched, practically torn an inch at a time.

Her barely audible moans having become louder grunts, then rasps for breath, her shoulders thrusting back, her entire body beads with perspiration as her head rears back in her own clenching fists.  Both eyes uncontrollably blinking, then squinting tightly shut as her torso arches forward with her swaying breasts pressing across his face, her lips stretching wide while forming a yawning oval without sound, her bare toes pointing strictly toward the carpet to barely scrape it back and forth, her naked body uncontrollably quivers as he slips his hands free.  The bottoms of her thighs pressing across the tops of his as he slides his hands up and around her hips, presses firmly downward just above her knees with the fullness of the last of his nine inches of throbbing shaft ramrodding deeper inside her than ever before, her naked body goes limp, firmly mounted up to the hilt, and then some.

END CHAPTER ONE