Laura's Submission: The Whole Story

by Alex Carlsbad

  "You are a natural, little girl. No wonder the gangs in the inner-city found your talents best use as a whore. Say thank you I just complimented you," he commanded her.

  "Thank you sir," Laura obeyed.

  "Elaborate, slut."

  "Thank you for complimenting your whore sir," she said and blinked away tears that sprinkled directly onto his hands that was still mutilating her breasts.

  "Take my cock out of my suit, Laura and get acquainted with it."

  Obediently the teacher reached out and having grasped his zipper pulled it down as far as she could before she reached her tiny hand inside his fly. He chuckled seeing her surprise to find no underwear but only his thick and curly hairs.

  Another reason Carter Garrett enjoyed his hobby of training submissive females was that he was probably amongst the fraction of 1% not only among the richest men in the world but also among the most endowed in the cock department. He also possessed the libido to match. He watched her as she pushed her hand downwards through the opening until her fingers encircled his thick tumescence as she tried to wrap her fingers around it and pulled it forward. Even though she had never strayed from watching intently his expression, Carter now saw that her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to pull his prick out and three the monster that she knew he intended to torture her with.

  Even though he had initially told her otherwise, to make sure she didn't dawdle and linger while undressing, Carter's evening had been cleared of any engagements. He was intent on keeping his options open in case he wanted to spend more time with the cute little Ms. Laura Hancock.

  He just remained prone his hands at his waist patiently waiting for her to unveil him. When she did, he saw she couldn't but help glance down and Carter noticed her eyes blink wide open at the sight before her. Laura had never been good at judging measurements, however she could easily see that Carter's cock favorably compared to the long side of the 10 inch photos that lay spread across the table even though he wasn't even started on getting erect. The object before her mesmerized her she couldn't stop herself from being spellbound by its size and contours.

  "Go on, stroke it, get acquainted and show it how much you admire it. Treat it like you would a pet snake with loving care and watch it grow to ravish you," he instructed her as his voice dropped an octave and spoke in a cadence hypnotic cadence.

  Laura noticeably shuddered but proceeded to be the man's cock slave as she started giving sweet little kisses up and down the now gigantic rock hard member. "Make sure you use your tongue, trash," Carter instructed. Obediently Laura opened her mouth and having stuck out her tongue ran it up and down the 12 inch shaft. This went on for a good ten or twelve minutes during which Carter's member started glistening with Laura's copious saliva that she lathered on dutifully using her tongue. Up above, Carter had to remind himself of the reality because she looked so much like a little girl leaking down an ice cream cone.

  She was wondering to herself if she was going to be made to put it in her mouth. She had some serious doubts that it would fit. But she shuddered again as she realized that in spite of knowing what was best for her, her body really craved to suckle on the thing.

  "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you actually like my long white cock," Carter said up above her head as she worked diligently spreading saliva across his length. "I would even go so far as to say that maybe you even love my cock. Go on, I permit you to take a little break and tell me how much you love my cock. But wait a minute," Carter leaned over and picked up his smartphone turning it on and pointing it in Laura's direction on the floor. "I want to make sure I got get this on film first.

  Make sure you sound convincing okay? If you want to keep your job with the school, that is. Something tells me that you wouldn't even be working here if it weren't for your prowess making men in power happy. But we shall explore that later. Now concentrate on the job at hand," he chuckled.

  "I – I, I love your monster, sir," Laura said in a husky voice as her face turned beet red beneath her olive skin from the humiliation the man was causing.

  Schooling Ms. Hancock

  Below him Laura tried to question why she was so eager to accept her own humiliation, without so much as a faint protest even. Was it fear? Or was it something more powerful? Was this beast of a man towering above her like a God of ancient times perhaps right? Laura gave up trying to explain it to herself as she started stroking the huge dick, first with the tips of her fingers, then with her hand half circled around the shaft. Carter let her go at it for a few minutes before instructing her to start the next step of her journey of degradation.

  "Now kiss it. Put your beautiful full lips on me and kiss my dick all over. I want it nice and slick so it can easily slide into that dainty little ass you have been flaunting about the schoolyard.”

  "Good! Now take it, butt slave," Carter said as he picked his cock and pushed it against her lips in a silent command smiling broadly as Laura's mouth opened to obediently accept it into her hot little cavity. Remarkably to Carter, he noticed that her tongue brushed perhaps accidentally against the dripping eye of his cock causing her mouth to instantly water. He felt the increased moisture in the slurping sounds she made as he gently rocked back and forth on his hips. This time he laughed out loud, "I guess you do love it, after all."

  He allowed her to go at it for another couple of minutes before pulling it out. She had just closed her eyes and apparently managed to put herself into a trance of gently suckling on the gigantic head of his cock now fully embedded between her cheeks. When it left her juicy little mouth, she opened her eyes and looked up at him questioningly. Without a word of explanation he grabbed her by the hair and stood her up spinning her back to him. He took hold of her arms and pinned them to her back as he bent her over the conference table.

  "Now, I want some of your dainty little ass.” Carter placed his glistening cock against the petite hole and slowly but unrelentingly forced his head in working it in circles spreading his own precum and Laura's saliva over her asshole. He increased the force of his steady push with still holding her hands on her back and suddenly was gratified when Laura's sphincter gave way and swallowed the entire bulbous head with a soft slurping sound.

  She didn't scream or utter a sound of any sort but simply started breathing rapidly as her back arched and her tiny fists clenched by her sides on the table. She had angled her head sideways and he could see tears streaming down her face as she breathed in big hiccuping sobs while Carter's gigantic cock pressed forward forcing her bowels to straighten and accept his twelve inch member.

  It was a slow process and took him more than ten minutes until his first movement forward was finally complete and he was completely embedded in her bowels.

  He was truly surprised that not once had she screamed or complained and even though she had started hyperventilating she now was breathing in a more even if still labored fashion.

  Carter was not accustomed to complimenting his slaves but the resilience of this young woman and her intuitive submission to his overwhelming will, elicited something in Carter that in a more emotional man might have resembled admiration and even perhaps compassion.

  "You did very well, bitch. I don't want to harm you so I shall not fuck your ass but merely cum in it tonight." Suddenly he slapped her ass cheek with so much force that this time she yelped as her eyes blinked open and she looked back in shock.

  "When I compliment you, slave you're supposed to thank your master," he hissed..

  "Thank you, master for not ripping my ass apart. Please come in me for I am yours. I belong to you." She said.

  She wasn't feeling any relief however as her bowels were constantly squirming to adapt to the massive invader in her ass. She was crimson with the hot blush caused by the humiliation she was receiving. Suddenly she felt a warmth in the center of her abdomen where she suspected the tip of his cock now lay. She looked up at him and saw his entire body tense and even though he had not shed a single item of his
clothing except for unzipping his fly she could see his powerful chest muscles ripple under his silk shirt. He was coming in her and she felt pressure start to build inside as the volume of sperm he was injecting into her bowels kept mounting. This went on for at least a couple of minutes until he finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

  His cock had finally stopped shooting cum up her ass and she felt it start to become softer. She looked at him questioningly but saw merely a lascivious grin spread across his features as he stayed in place and did not pull it out of her ass.

  "There's one last thing we need to do first, before I pull it out," he said. For a second she was confused but then suddenly understood.

  She felt a hot sensation emanate from his cock. He was pissing up her ass. She felt her own eyes grow wide with shame and realization of what he was doing and looked up at him in disbelief. Carter enjoyed the cascade of micro-expressions that swiftly crisscrossed her expressive and beautiful features. He was deeply amused by the conflicting emotions coursing through her body. He could see that a part of her was rebelling in indignation at the obscene act he was perpetrating upon her still freshly opened virgin ass while another aspect of her personality was somehow managing to keep her protests under control and meekly accepting the act of humiliation he was inflicting upon her.

  He continued to piss in her ass for what felt like an eternity until he noticed a gentle bulge appear in her lower abdomen where the fluid now rested. Without extricating his dick from her anus, he bent to the side and took the dildo Albert in one hand. Then suddenly he pulled out from her body and before giving her sphincter an opportunity to relax, he slammed the two inch diamond studded butt plug into her rectum. He made sure that her sphincter was tightly ensconced at the base of the dildo he had inserted before finally pulling away from her crouched form on the table.

  "There, done for now. You are to keep your butt plug in until tomorrow evening when I shall swing by and pick you up from here after school. Do you understand?" He looked at her as she lay sprawled out on her belly across the conference table amidst the multitude of photos from her naughty teenage years.

  "Yes, master," she obediently replied.

  Laura Blushes Deeply

  Laura Hancock still wasn't sure why she was doing what that ludicrous billionaire beast of a man wanted.

  The house was almost completely dark except for a row of candles lined along points in the walls. They all flickered with a sense of foreboding that sent goosebumps up and down her skin. She wondered who kept all the candles lit in the immense mansion. There surely had to be a large staff servicing the extensive manor. But all she could hear was her own panting as she tried to keep up with Mr. Garrett as he led her down one corridor, then another, before going down a couple of floors into a positively gargantuan basement.

  "It hurts when I walk," she complained.

  "I know," the big burly man said with a gentle effortlessness as he kept on his brisk gate. Did he actually live here? The place looked like some neo-Gothic dungeon of some sort, Laura thought.

  "That's the point, sweetie," he turned a corner and finally motioned for her to enter another vast open space that looked more like an airplane hangar than a room. For a second, she almost recoiled but for some unknown reason just stood there frozen numb with shock at what she saw.

  Shimmering candles methodically arranged along the distant fireplace cast ominous glints off of neatly stacked whips, cattle prods, needles, knives and scalpels neatly arranged throughout this veritable dungeon of torture.

  What the fuck?

  Was what he planned to do to her worth keeping her job at the school? Would she leave his house in one piece?

  She merely asked him, “What if I ask you to remove it?"

  It was like two different persons inhabited her body ever since she had first met Billy's dangerous father. She didn't know why, but the Laura in charge of her body now did exactly everything and anything Mr. Garrett commanded. The inner voice screaming bloody hell was not even acknowledged.

  "I will do so, of course," the man replied his voice thick and husky with a timbre that she couldn't quite place but heard reverberating in a peculiar way from the walls. It echoed in the very center of her body making parts of her never she never knew existed vibrate in anticipation of what was to come. "What happens to you is always your choice, sweetheart."

  "Don't call me that."

  "Why?"

  "I'm not your sweetheart and you most definitely don't love me.” Why did she even say this? It wasn’t like she ought to care what the father of one of her second-grade students felt for her. And yet —

  “See, that's exactly where you are wrong. I care for you more than anyone else you have ever come across." Mister Garrett gently took her hand interlacing his large fingers in her tiny palm like a father would. "You are just feeling confused because what I'm doing to you is causing you discomfort and humiliation."

  Right.

  "Let me ask you this: You are a sensual woman, clearly smart and with a vivid imagination to boot. Describe for me what you imagine you would be doing this instant, today, now, if we had never met.” He moved in closer and she could feel a musky scent emanate from the tall man still dressed in that immaculate black Armani he had worn when she had Skyped him as he had ordered her to do this morning. She closed her eyes in pain and embarrassment at the vivid memories that flooded her mind.

  Just this past Friday, Ms. Hancock had shown up for a regular parent-teacher conference with the Garrett family. Little Billy had been acting up at school, and she was not looking forward to having the proverbial talk with his parents. Laura had been surprised that in spite of her letter to the Garretts earlier in the week explaining the gravity of the situation, little Billy's mother had not accompanied her husband to the meeting. She had apparently left Carter Garrett to deal with the situation all on his own.

  And boy had the conference taken a turn sideways.

  Mister Carter Garrett, (my master?) had screwed with her in every possible way both physically and mentally. She still shivered at the memory of how transformative the experience had been.

  At first he had started by showing her evidence of her past criminal record. It had all been expunged and forgiven but could still potentially harm her job as assistant-principal at the prestigious Manhattan private school. However, it was his presence in the room had cast a pall of dominion over the lonely teacher. His voice had an inexplicably mesmerizing quality that put her into a sort of trance. When he had looked across the conference table and simply asked Laura Hancock to undress, she had surprised even herself by standing up and disrobing without so much as questioning him.

  It was at that instant that her life had changed irrevocably. Laura had stepped off a cliff into a parallel reality where her only reason to exist was to do as told by Carter Garrett.

  "So?" the man asked again.

  She heard herself reply in a dreamy monotonous voice, "I can clearly imagine myself without your presence in my life. I can feel how I would be, how worry-free without your presence or the presence of your little Albert up my butt for that matter too.”

  "We'll discuss your butt plug in a minute, Laura,” Mr Garrett said taking her hand and guiding her over to a table that looked as if it was taken directly from some obstetrician’s office. He flipped a switch, and a bright floodlight erupted from the somewhere in the ceiling casting a searing white glow that bathed the table making the stirrups ominously glint like a tiger smiling in the dark.

  "So when you imagine yourself as you would have been without having met the real me a couple of days ago, how does that make you feel, sweetheart?"

  "Free."

  Yes! Her inner voice cheered at having regained at least some measure of control over her own speech.

  “Troubled, lost—“

  What? No! No! No!

  "Rudderless in a dark ocean—“ Laura whispered gently, her voice husky with tension.

  Carter looked at the beautiful
twenty-six-year-old brunette by him and recognized in her that inward stare that didn't usually come about submissives in training until weeks into their indoctrination. Laura had already started to display the first signs of her transformation.

  "It has now been almost seventy-two hours since I gave you the very first piss enema of your life,” Carter said admiring the look of helplessness as it washed across Laura's exquisite features. “Did you do as I requested and kept the anal dildo you so lovingly called Little Albert, in your butt. I will know if you took it out even if only to relieve yourself. So please be very careful and tell me the truth. Did the anal plug ever come out since I put it there Friday night?”