Prisoner of Submisson

The Act of Submission

The contract had been finalized as expected and the trip back was uneventful with nothing said about what had happened between us. I did find out though, when we checked out that the toys she had brought were actually shipped via overnight courier and sent back the same way so there would be no issue with airport security.

The rest of that week and most of the next were also uneventful with nothing said other than one note a day later in my email saying what a wonderful time she had and expressing her hope that I felt the same which I did in my reply. From then on when I would go online she would not be there. This perplexed and worried me as I began to think she did not like me even though she had stated the opposite. I did not let this quiet time go to waste though as the memory of our encounter had an electric effect on me whenever I thought about it. I remember a few times when I was home early in the morning, before anyone arose, going to the downstairs office room and using my ‘toy’. Sometimes I would bring along a thin leather belt like she had and go into the bathroom to lean over the sink and strap my rear while using my dildo. It was not as good as when I was with her but it seemed to satisfy me for a day or so.

During one session I found I could make myself release twice if I would lick clean and suck the dildo while fingering myself. This became the normal procedure from that point on. I also discovered that when I had sex with my husband that if I thought about her taking me right at the crucial point it would increase the intensity of the orgasm. I did know she was contemplating a new encounter that would have far-reaching ramifications for our relationship.

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It had been arranged, at work, to have a subdued bachelor-ette party for one of our team members. The plan was to have a dinner after work on the 16 ^th of January and then to go to a club to celebrate her last days as a single. She was a much younger co-worker. I had arranged to have a member of my direct staff to pick me up in the morning and then drive me to the dinner and then home when we were done this way we did not have an entourage of cars to park as we went from place to place and she did live relatively close by. Karen expected to be at the nights festivities.

Since we had come to the dinner directly from work I was still wearing a business outfit consisting of a burgundy jacket and knee-length skirt with a white cotton collared blouse that buttoned in the front. I was wearing white pantyhose, a white cross-your-heart bra and white bikini briefs with burgundy pumps. I did not anticipate anything out of the ordinary occurring so a conservative outfit was in order.

The dinner was quite fun as there were quite a few of us girls there. The conversation was enjoyable with many jokes and stories being passed around. When we had finished dinner we all drove to a nearby club and I stayed with my ride for the day whereas Karen had driven herself.

We found a table for the group of us and continued with our conversation although now we were getting a bit more boisterous with the alcohol having its desired tongue-freeing effect. During the first hour of our time there I had to go to the Ladies Room. After taking a pee and washing up I was fixing my makeup at the mirror. The room was empty except for me when Karen happened to come in. We looked at each other and smiled with me returning to my task. Unknowing to me she did a quick scan of the room to make sure no one else was there. Once assured she came over to where I was standing to complement me on how cute I looked. I blushed at her remark. Right then she turned me towards her and leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I returned the kiss with unbridled passion but it did not last long as she pushed me away slightly and asked me how her Pet was doing. I stammered, eyes looking downward, that I was quite good. She then said “Mistress is pleased Pet that you are chipper.” My heart started racing and my face became flushed.

She sensed my reactions and asked if I would like to leave with her in a few minutes noting that she could drive me home that evening with no one the wiser on our liaison. I blurted out that I would like that so much and so she smiled and said that would be our plan with her feigning tiredness and then I doing the same and asking her for a ride. My previous driver, being single, younger and more party oriented would welcome the opportunity to stay and maybe meet a man for the evening. We then left the room and returned to the table to put the plan in motion.

The plan went off without a hitch, no one being the wiser, and after goodbyes and congratulations to the bride to be, we walked out of the club. We walked to her car, which was parked on the street a block away, and she didn’t say a word. When we got inside she turned to me and said “Come closer.” I leaned toward her and her hand reached behind my head, taking a fistful of hair, and roughly pulled me towards her waiting lips. Her tongue shot inside my mouth and I melted at her assault with a moan escaping from my throat. After what seemed like and eternity but was actually only a few seconds she let go, withdrawing her tongue, and smiled. She put the car in gear and we drove off. My body was shaking from her rough advance and I could feel a tingly sensation in my loins.

As we were driving in the dark she said “Pull up your skirt Pet” without taking her eyes off the road. I was not sure what to do but decided I better do as she commanded and so pulled it up to mid thigh. I heard her say “Up to your waist Pet.” I really did not want to do this while driving and pleaded “Not here Mistress Please?” Ever so quickly she pulled over to the side of the road and turned to me and slapped me saying “Are you my slut Susie? Doesn’t my slut want her Mistress to fuck her?” Shaking uncontrollably at her verbal tirade I said in a quaking voice “Yes Mistress.” Immediately she said “Tell me who you are Susie and what you want.” I started sobbing now and I could feel dampness between my legs with my nipples hardening as I replied “Susie if your slut Mistress and wants Mistress to fuck her like the slut she is.” I could feel a tear run down my face as she said “Good slut now pull the skirt up.” I pulled it up to my waist.

She looked down at my white pantyhose and chuckled as she said “My, what a conservative woman you are slut in your nice pantyhose and all.” Her right hand reached over and cupped my crotch, her fingers pressing hard against it. I let out an animal moan as she chuckled again saying “Damp already slut, I think we will have a good time for a couple of hours.” Her hand went back to the steering wheel and she started driving again. I sat there with my legs spread and my skirt pulled up. She told me to rub myself through the pantyhose and tell me what I had been doing by myself this past week.

My hands reacted to her command and one started rubbing my crotch as the other stroked my thigh. I could feel more tears fall from my eyes and I did not say anything as I was ashamed now of the things I had been doing to myself. After she waited a bit she said “Tell me or I will slap the shit out of you slut.” Sobbing I told her all the sordid details. As I told her I started rubbing myself harder and began moaning. I thought how could I be doing this?

As we pulled up into the driveway in front of her house she told me to stop. She had me lean over and told me she understood how this was affecting me. After giving me a warm tender hug, she kissed my neck which made me sigh and then told me to straighten up for we would now have some fun. As an after thought, she reminded me of the ‘mouse’.

We got out of the car and went in. Once inside she told me to go freshen up some while she got us some wine. I was glad she had done that for I needed to regain my composure and I really wanted to be desirable for her. After finishing what I needed to do in the first floor bathroom I came out into the living room.

Karen, my Mistress, was lounging on the sofa and looked radiant. Before I could get too far into the room she told me to stop and stand still. I did as she asked and remembered from our previous encounter to continue to look at her. She was still wearing her business suit although she had taken off her jacket. She had on a red silk blouse and a black skirt with nude nylons. The skirt had ridden up some showing a wider expanse of her luscious thighs. She was wearing black patent leather pumps. In her hand she was holding a glass of wine and I noticed what must have been mine on the edge of a long coffee table standing a foot and half off the carpeted floor. Her hair flowed around her face giving an air of soft sensuality.

She had me remove my jacket and place it on a nearby chair before returning to the same spot. She wanted to pose for her at various angles which I did. I could still feel the dampness of my panties from my episode in the car. After directing me in various ways she had me face her again except this time on my knees. I did as she commanded. Karen directed my attention to a beautifully decorated box on the table slight away from my drink. She told me to go over to the table and take a sip of my drink. Once I had done that, walking on my knees, she then told me to open the box. I did as she requested wondering what was inside. Upon opening it I found a black leather one inch wide collar with a silver buckle for fastening and a silver O ring in the front. I looked at it in my hands contemplating what it entailed.

Mistress said “Susie if you want to be my cherished one then you must agree to wear a token of my ownership of you.” Continuing she said “This collar represents that ownership and so you must now choose whether you wish to go further and if your answer is yes then put on my collar of ownership.” I thought about this for a moment, looking at this slight thing which could change me forever. I decided, or rather it seemed my body decided, to put it on and so taking it I fastened it around my thin neck. Upon completing this ritual I felt a tremor run through my entire body and come to rest in my loins. A fire was arising there and I knew I could not quench it easily, rather only through her could it be sated. For some reason I was overcome with this feeling of completeness.

I could no longer bring my eyes from their downcast position and yet she did not ask me to do so either. Karen got to her feet and walked by me into the kitchen. A few moments later she returned and stopped behind my prone position. I then felt her hands grab each of my upper arms and pull me to a standing position. Once standing she proceeded to take each of my arms and put a cuff around both the wrist and elbow. Being satisfied that they were not too tight or too loose I felt her draw my wrists together and heard a metallic sound. I realized my wrists were now attached together. Next she took my elbows and started to pull them together behind me saying “No need to worry Susie this will not hurt but may be uncomfortable for a bit.” I could feel the power of her grip as she tried to get them as close as possible, stopping only when I grunted. At that point I heard another metallic snap and found that I no longer could move them. My eyes, already downcast, could see my chest thrust out making my small and meager breasts seem more plentiful and abundant.

Her hands now reached around me as her lips started nuzzling my neck. Her hot breath excited me and I could feel her fingers undo my blouse in the front. I was becoming delirious with the sensations enveloping me and felt like putty in her grasp. She only undid half the buttons and then reached inside and pushed my bra up over my breasts. Her fingers from both hands started pinching and twisting my nipples starting to hurt them. I must have moved slightly away to avoid the pain for then she threw me down, yelling “Bitch”, onto the sofa so I landed in skewed sitting position. Immediately she was sitting beside me and her mouth reached down found a hard nipple. She bit it and I screamed trying to pull back. Letting go she looked down upon me and wickedly smiled. Quickly she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me over her knee. I tried to fight back but her grip was firm. Holding me down with one arm the other hand hiked up my skirt and then grabbed hold of the top of the panty hose and panties and pulled them down to the top of my thighs exposing my quivering ass.

“Your ass is mine bitch” she said and proceeded to spank me ferociously. Tears streamed down my face from the relentless assault. She must have spanked me more than ten times extremely hard. I loudly sobbed. My cheeks felt like they were on fire but then that sensation changed to one of hot warmth. I then felt her hand reach under my crotch and a finger slide between my lips. I moaned. Laughingly she exclaimed “My Susie slut is all wet with such a red ass what a coincidence .” The pain of my degradation was evident in the hot flushing throughout my body. The most humiliating thing had to be my hips trying to gyrate on her finger.

She pushed me off of her lap onto the floor so I landed sideways. My emotions now controlled me and I so wanted her to abuse this poor dirty slut to punish her. Getting up she went back into the kitchen returning quickly. She held a long leather thin strap. A fear gripped me making me immobile. I thought she was going to beat me with it. Little did I know what she had in mind?

Standing over me she commanded “Stand slut!” I did as quickly as I could, hoping she would not punish me again but at the same time wanting her to. When I had finally stood, I saw her hand come quickly up and heard another metallic click. My fear of her punishment was nothing compared to what I felt now. Mistress had attached a leash to the collar. She pulled it, yanking me forward, saying “Mistress now has a cute little Susie bitch.” I wanted to crawl up in a ball and hide for the humiliation permeating me was so great being collared, leashed, and my panties pulled down to my thighs with my pussy leaking down my thighs. I wanted to cum.

Pulling the leash she directed me up the stairs to her bedroom and I dutifully followed like her doggy bitch. At the top of the stairs in the hallway she stopped. She let the leash fall from her hands and turned me around. The hallway lights were extremely bright. I could feel her undo the wrist and elbow cuff attachments so my arms were free. She also removed the elbow cuffs completely. Coming around to my front she told me to strip and leave my clothes right there since “bitches did not wear clothes.” I did as she wanted pulling everything off until I was naked except for the wrist cuffs and collar with leash still attached. My skin could feel the cool air around it and the wet part of my thighs and slit felt a distinct chill.

Standing in front of me her hand again took the end of the leash while she said “Crawl like a bitch on all fours.” I got down on my hands and knees and she walked me like her dog down the hallway. The leaking from my pussy continued for I was her bitch in heat. What was truly embarrassing was when she told me to shake my ass so my scent would attract a big cock for slut bitches like me needed to make sure they got fucked hard and often. Her talking to me this way had its desired effect and I started wiggling my wet cunt so I could get fucked. I knew my sordid scent was filling the hallway.

Once in the bedroom she had me crawl to the bed and get up on it still on all fours. She then attached my wrist cuffs right against the collar O ring so I rested on my hands. Taking a long rope she ran it through the O ring and attached it the frame on each side of the bed pulling my head down onto the mattress. Finishing off her plan she wrapped the leash around the headboard so I could see it in front of me. She told me how nice a doggy bitch I was and had me lick her palm like her dog. I did so slowly and sensuously as I wanted her to be pleased with her bitch so she would want to fuck me hard. I found I could not move my head from the place it rested upon.

Going over to her dresser she brought over four more cuffs. Taking them she attached one set to my thighs and the other set to my ankles. I whimpered in anticipation shaking my ass for her to keep her interested in wanting me. She told me how pleased she was with her cute bitch. Next she went to a closet which I could not see. I heard some metallic clicking and then felt something being attached to one of the ankle cuffs. She adjusted my knee so it stretched out more from the other. Moving around the bed she did the same with the other and then I realized she had attached a spreader bar to separate my legs to a span of three feet at the ankles. My knees started to slip some and she slapped my ass hard telling to pull my knees up more so they were under me. This had the result of my ass sticking up in the air. Mistress then looped more rope through each thigh cuff and attached them securely to the frame and also attached a rope connecting the thigh cuffs together so I my rear was stuck in the air. I now realized I could not move at all, forward or backward, and nor could I stretch out. I had been bound so I could be fucked like her dog. It was then I saw my reflection in the mirror above the dresser causing my vaginal muscles to start contracting on their own and my hole to open full visible as my lips were puffy and spread. My juices continued to leak out of my open orifice of pleasure.

Mistress then stroked my back saying what a good wet bitch I was. I whimpered and sighed. She asked “Does Susie-bitch want to be fucked?” All I could do was moan and my back arched at her tender touch. Mistress reiterated “Does Susie, the dog bitch, want to be fucked by her Mistress?” I moaned louder, my ass sticking higher off the bed and my hole fully open feeling the air in the room, and choked out “Please Mistress fuck Susie doggy bitch please!” She nodded her approval and went to the closet that I could not see. As she did so, she said “Keep telling Mistress, Susie doggy bitch, how you want to be fucked.” I began to beg and plead for my Mistress to lay open her doggy bitch and as I did so my gyrating loins feeling the exquisite sensation of impending pleasure move through my body. I kept getting louder and louder calling Mistress to take her bitch in heat.

Finally Mistress stepped out from the closet area over to where I could see her. She had taken a seemingly long time and now I knew why. She had taken off her clothes and put on a harness with a strapon. This strapon though was not the same as the one she used before. It was slightly wider although still black. The thing that made me gasp was that is very long, much longer than any man I had ever had before. It must have been 9 inches and it stood straight out with a curve like an erect male.

Turning to me she said “So do you like my cock doggy bitch?” I immediately blurted out “Please Mistress not that one please.” She did not respond and instead got up on the bed between my legs. I was spread so wide for her there was nothing I could do to stop her. I watched with fascination and trepidation as she held the cock and slowly let the tip rub against my open slit. I moaned over and over and she rubbed the tip with more force against me. My hips tried to grind backwards against it. I could feel my hole trying to grab it and suck it in. She smiled in the mirror at me and said “Come on now doggy bitch tell Mistress how much Susie wants this.” I could not resist her charms and my ever increasing lust. Gasping for air I choked out “Please fuck Susie bitch Mistress please fuck the doggy bitch hard please oh pleasssseeee.” As I finished begging for my reward she began pushing it in. It smoothly found its way home as I so wet and my pussy had opened wide inviting it in. I felt it push up against me inside as she buried it in my cunt.

Mistress had been holding the cock to get it correctly positioned but once partially inside her hands grabbed my hips and began pumping. I was enthralled by my reaction to this which was to try and hump against her at the same time moaning in utter abandon. Mistress reached out with both hands positioning them on my shoulders for leverage and all I could was scream “Yesssssss” like a common whore as I felt her cock bury itself deeply inside me.

It was just as I envisioned only a few weeks ago. I could see my beautiful Mistress taking me like the bitch I needed and wanted to be. Her globular breasts hung down swaying in motion with her hard thrusts. My shoulders felt her strong grip with each assault. Mistress’s cock would appear briefly each time her hips moved backward preparing to ram my wet and wanting cunt. I felt a my juices flowing down to the top of my slit and then hang there before either falling to the bed below or swaying like a pendulum and landing on my lower abdomen.

Contrary to previous times I was not sobbing or crying now no matter how humiliating this was to a part of my being. I just wanted Mistress to have me and abuse her doggy bitch. In fact every time the cock rammed against my upper vagina it hurt me and that made me feel good for I was being punished for having these decadent and filthy desires. I needed to be punished.

I was trying to hold back my orgasm by concentrating on watching her sink her cock in me and then feeling the ensuing pain of her pushing. I could see Mistress being overcome by the pleasure and I was so happy for her. She seemed even more exotic and beautiful the more she moaned with the building orgasm. I wanted to please her so much so she would want me more. Grunts escaped from my throat in rhythm with her moans. I could not close my eyes as I felt compelled to watch her every motion.

All of a sudden I felt an uncontrollable urge to cum. My muscles were squeezing her cock and my hard clit could feel her every stroke. My breathing increased rapidly and became ragged. My back arched further to give her better access while making sure that her gorgeous cock hit my swollen clit. I was sweating profusely now and the covers underneath me were wet with it. Gasping for air, my voice straining, I said “bitch needs to cummmm.” I heard her say “Just a bit more.” I could smell our combined scents permeating the entire room. Her pace started to increase and she began bucking like a mad woman. Finally she yelled out “CUM!” and I shook violently, in uncontrolled spasms, and came. Mistress did so at the same time. It was so joyous and seemed to last a lifetime. I closed my eyes to feel it throughout my body.

She fell on me spent but I could not move. Her weight bore down on me and her cock was still in place. My cunt tried to keep sucking on it. I felt wonderful again.

Mistress recovered enough to start licking and kissing my upper back and neck. It gave me a warm tingly feeling. I could feel a sweet soreness throughout my limbs. Her hands ran down my arms and she must have sensed my muscles getting hard for she pulled the cock out and started to untie me from my bound unmovable position. Taking off the harness from her waist she then laid me out on the bed and started massaging my muscles. Finally she crawled into bed beside me and took me in her arms. I sighed contentedly.

After we rested some she went into her bathroom and washed up some. When she was done she came in with a warm wet washcloth and did the same to me particularly concentrating on my inner thighs and crotch. It felt so good. Later on she brought us some drinks and I sat up in the bed, my head resting on her bosom, as we sipped them. Her hands stroked my hair. Finally she said it was time to go and I retrieved my clothes and dressed. She drove me home and before I got out of her car she gave me one last sensuous kiss. I will remember that last kiss always.