Laura's Submission: The Whole Story

by Alex Carlsbad

  Usually at that moment in her training, a slave would try to first impress her master and use her first kiss to mollify him somehow. But he knew from experience that this first feeling of hope would soon morph into something darker and more desperate as for minutes he would simply stay and accept her ravishing of his mouth with her tongue and lips feeding him as it were her own saliva in the process. He would allow her to go on like that until he felt the submissive fall into a rhythm of sorts losing herself in the kiss.

  "Good," Carter said interrupting her after more than forty minutes of passionate French kissing. "Your tongue is appropriately nimble and sensitive that I shall have it pierced and fitted with a stud. That way you will be able to give the maximum pleasure to your master when you ream out his ass." he saw utter disbelief and distress cloud her beautiful features in agony at his words.

  "Now please lie down on the table and put your feet in the stirrups. It is time for me to swap out your dildos and reward you with the orgasms I promised." He was appropriately satisfied to see the beautiful brunette quickly scamper off and climb up onto the ugly looking metal table in the center of the room. He could see her body start to shake from the cold of the items her skin touched as she put her feet in the stirrups and her hands in the armrests on her sides.

  Carter Garrett was not without his own repertoire of craft that he had learned during his varied and extensive travels across the world. He knew how entrancing a measured incantation could be to a woman in that fragile moment of transition into servitude.

  "Lalita la vanga," he started the ancient Polynesian song of tribute to the gods. "Lata perisilam; Madnu karam karam, karambiti, luktu ah tori..."

  Master Garrett knew that with proper and diligent repetition he would eventually train the young impressionable Laura to cum merely at the sound of the Polynesian lullaby.

  He moved between her legs and without so much as changing the mesmerizing rhythm of his voice shackled first one then the other of her calves into the stirrups. He then proceeded to do the same to her thighs, her abdomen and hands. Then he walked over to her head where he gently planted a fatherly kiss on her forehead that he then secured with a leather strap to the back of the examination table.

  He then returned to her lower body where he used his finely manicured long nails to grab a hold of the anal plug as it squirmed in her delicate ass. With his other hand he suddenly unsheathed her clitoris and started immediately rubbing it in a vertiginous speed. Her body reacted instantaneously by jumping and undulating on the table which groaned in protest as the chains rattled with her efforts. He kept rubbing her clitoris for a good fifteen minutes before she finally came squirting a tiny trickle onto his long gnarly fingers still holding the flange in her butt. In that precise moment he pulled unsheathing the two inch butt plug from the confines where it had been buried for almost seventy-two hours. A dark auburn liquid flowed out onto the rug following the diamond studded dildo.

  Carter Garrett never stopped his chant but merely heightened its pace noticing the worried face of the girl who realized that he was not going to stop and give her any respite before she came again. She was almost going to protest vocally but stilled herself seeing his stern look. He admired how attuned she had become to his every expression. What a truly wonderful instrument in the rough the cute Laura Hancock appeared to be!

  Her last orgasm for the day didn't subside until fifteen minutes later when her mind flatlined as she finally fainted under the expert ministrations of master Garrett. He didn't concern himself with bringing her back to consciousness but merely used the relaxation that had come over her muscles to plunge the six-inch Benedict dildo all the way into her tight little crevice.

  He knew it would stay ensconced there until he allowed her to unplug it herself so she could drain her bodily waste. He knew that this would not happen again for at least another three days from now.

  A submissive had to learn to adapt even her bodily functions to the whims and desires of her dominant. Laura's journey had only just begun.

  Lunch Break

  "Oh my God! What a cute necklace!" Exclaimed Mrs. Jeffries. An early winter snowstorm had started outside and the entire staff, those of them that were not assigned to the student mess hall, were assembled in the main conference room for lunch break. Gordon Levitt Elementary in downtown Manhattan possessed acres and acres of real estate and made sure to flaunt it whenever possible.

  Laura desperately fought to control the blush that crept up her cheeks at her colleague’s remarks.

  "Where did you get it?" The elderly teacher had sauntered to her and was now fawning all over Laura.

  "A friend gave it to me," Laura heard herself reply. A token of her commitment was what Master called it. Laura’s eyes fell to the floor as she thought of the ease with which she had taken to thinking of Carter Garrett as her master. Was it the frequent sessions of indoctrination, or the persistent choke of the collar around her neck, Laura wasn't sure. Whatever the reason, these last couple of days had a truly transformative effect on the young teacher’s psyche.

  Laura caught herself wondering whether her dainty thong would be enough to absorb the moisture that she felt had materialized at her center. It was obvious that Carter Garrett was in the process of expertly manipulating her and brain-washing the young brunette into a creature devoid of any independent thought. Laura found the process deeply repulsive and also somehow — cringe-inducingly hot. She found it unfathomably erotic that someone so rich and powerful would take the time to teach and indoctrinate her in the proper way of being a submissive. Laura hated herself for actually loving the process of objectification to which she was being submitted.

  How far would he take it?

  How far would she go?

  Judging by how far she had come in less than a week, Laura shuddered to imagine what she would inevitably become if she allowed the process to continue.

  Laura felt suddenly afraid.

  She realized she had no choice.

  "Laura, are you okay?" Mrs. Jeffries looked concerned. "You are so pale!” The old teacher took Laura by the hand and helped her into a nearby seat pushing a plate of fries and hamburger in her direction

  "Here, eat. You look like you haven't had a bite in ages. You need all the strength you can spare to teach those rambunctious second graders!”

  Laura smiled politely and attempted to shrug off the concerns of the older woman. If only Mrs. Jeffries knew how right she was! In fact Laura hadn't had a bite to eat in almost twenty-four hours straight. The six inch Mr. Benedict up her bum made sure of that. The incessant cramps were enough to kill the last vestige of appetite she might have had.

  Luckily the old woman's attention was drawn to something the principal was saying and so she didn't notice when Laura almost jumped out of her seat.

  She brought up her hand to her neck trying but failing to squeeze a finger in and alleviate the pain that had suddenly materialized where a tiny, almost invisible probe had poked and taken a sample of her blood to analyze. She knew that Master would be reading the results soon enough. Right this moment he was probably sitting in his in the back of his Mercedes limousine and checking the data coming from the small sample of her blood at her collar had taken. The pricks came at unpredictable moments throughout her day and Laura found them to be perhaps the most oppressing aspect of being constantly monitored by her master.

  The leather collar looked like any cheap accessory one might buy for their pet dog at any run-of-the-mill department store. But Laura knew that Carter Garrett had paid an outrageous sum amount of money to have it fitted with a GPS tracking device and a micro monitoring apparatus that would sample her glucose levels and biochemistry when triggered by an app on his phone.

  Her master had explained that during her first week of training, her collar was definitely going to take some getting used to. Laura was beginning to appreciate the understatement of his words. The incessant pricks, the tightness, and the knowledge that at any given moment her ma
ster knew exactly where she was and how she was feeling, made her feel like the object of property she knew she was becoming.

  Ding-ding came the soft chime from her smartphone.

  Text message from Master!

  "In 10 min during your 12 pm sub ritual, I want you to practice deepthroating for me,” read Mr. Garrett's text. "I know u will probably be using the ladies’ room for that. Make sure u lock the door, and after u have undressed kneel facing the porcelain bowl of the commode. I want u to use the 12 in flexible dildo I have put in ur purse. Send me a video txt message of ur efforts. Do not leave the bathroom until u film urself holding the dildo all the way in down ur throat for at least 10 full seconds!!!”

  Potty Break

  Her inner voice that was growing fainter by the day, reared up in a silent scream that twisted her face into an unrecognizable mask of agony that stared back at her from the mirror as she closed the door of the bathroom.

  Slowly, almost mechanically, she took off her clothes folding them into a neat pile on the floor. She started shaking immediately, her nipples hardening into tight nubbins of flesh casting shadows across her ribs and toned abdomen.

  The bathroom echoed back at her as she chanted, "Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission. Submission is my life. My life is service. Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission –.”

  Slowly but surely the mantra of the slave lifted the pretense and forced her mind into a trance of submission and Laura felt the shivers of fright lifting.

  As usual her voice started off husky and almost in a whisper that gradually grew in strength and resolve.

  "Service is pleasure. Pleasure is submission. Submission is my life. My life is –.” She kept going as she slowly sank down to the cold concrete floor. Goosebumps boiled up across her skin as she assumed the presenting position facing the toilet bowl. She arched her back forward, her breast delectably displayed, nipples gently brushing the dirty porcelain as she placed her hands with the palms up on her knees looking straight ahead. As instructed, she focused and breathed in through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth. She kept at it, constantly repeating her mantra until she felt her heart rate drop and fall into a cadence of tranquil acceptance.

  Laura opened her mouth as ordered by her master and prepared to warm herself up for the self-abuse that was to follow. She tentatively placed her forefinger at the tip of her tongue tasting chalk and concentrating on the feel and texture of her own skin as she forced her mind away from the cramps shooting lightnings through her bowels. It was almost three days since master Garrett had placed the six-inch Benedict butt plug up her tender bum. She badly needed to go and wondered in desperation how long it would be before her master allowed her to pull it out. Maybe he would be impressed with her self-immolation on the throat dildo today. Maybe if she did a good job now, he would allow her to poop?

  Slowly she wrapped her fist around her right hand’s wrist and gently started forcing her fist back into her throat. Her shivers started almost immediately but she steeled herself and ignored them as best she could leaning forward resting her chest on the white commode as she forced herself to swallow her own hand.

  Laura found happiness in the thought that today she had remembered to not wear any makeup. Tears were pouring down her face drip-dripping straight into the toilet beneath. With each subsequent plunge, she found a strange soothing sensation emanate from around where her collar squeezed at the throbbing arteries of her long and beautiful neck. She found strength in its unwavering grasp as the collar tightly squeezed her making her breathe in small tasty chunks of oxygen.

  It took almost ten minutes before her gag reflex was finally beaten back and almost subdued. She quickly stood up and took out the twelve inch purple dildo that flexible and glistening appeared menacing like a gigantic worm from a different universe. She held it up and stared at it puzzled as it wiggled and writhed in the smallness of her hands.

  Laura jumped when she heard someone gasp in the stillness of the restroom. She looked around and almost laughed out loud when she realized it was the sound of her own weakness. She took the dildo and having given it a tentative kiss, she sunk back down on her knees. She opened her mouth wide like never before and slowly started forcing the wet flabby instrument down across her tongue. It passed by her cheeks and smoothly slid across her tonsils down her throat on its journey to the very base of her stomach. The cramps in her intestines started up again and for the first time Laura thought herself lucky to have a distraction from the slithering monster probing its way down her throat.

  A loud groan escaped her tortured vocal chords as she felt the bulbous head brush up against the sphincter-like opening that separated her stomach from her throat. She tightened her fist and pushed stronger impaling the dildo past the tight muscle straight into her stomach. She felt a deep grating in the center of her chest not far from where her heart beat its frantic cadence of stultifying terror.

  Time made the awkward instrument of degradation gradually feel warmer and even though not quite accepting it as its own, her body found a measure of accommodation. She took a deep breath through her nose and ignoring the never-ending tears pouring down her face, Laura brought up her right hand slowly before her eyes. With methodical determination she uncurled first one finger and then another, slowly measuring off the seconds as time passed until she reached five. Then she hurriedly counted back and satisfied that at least ten seconds had slowly trickled by, she allowed her convulsing chest to slowly release the wet worm.

  Somewhere far, she heard the school bell ring. She had to hurry and repeat the process filming herself on her smartphone so that her master could enjoy her noonday submission for him.

  Study Break

  The 4 o'clock dismissal bell rang out loud and clear as the kids flew out the door not unlike a torrent of pent-up rainwater finding its release. Soon her classroom was empty giving Laura a precious moment to collect herself.

  Any moment now her phone would chime again indicating the time for her next tribulation.

  Master Garrett had insisted that during her first month of training, Laura had to submit herself at least six times a day to the ritual of repeating her mantra naked on the floor. She felt a cold draft and turned to see the door to her classroom slowly close behind the back of the six-foot-seven frame of Carter Garrett.

  She saw him turn and slowly lock the room.

  "Your son, Billy, he left," Laura said quietly.

  Carter walked to her desk, and hungrily kissed her open mouth allowing the giant palm of his left hand to find the skin of her naked breast underneath her dress shirt. Finally he broke off the kiss and motioned for her to stand up. "I know. Billy's on his way home with his mom. I will be going to your place tonight, sweet slave," he smiled making Laura's knees feel weak and wobbly.

  Laura stood in the suddenly harsh light of the empty classroom wondering what she was expected to do or say.

  “It is almost time for your next submission," her master said.

  "But the cleaning staff?" Laura asked in a halting voice.

  "If you hurry up, you will have just enough time to complete your ritual before they come." Her master leaned back and made himself comfortable in her chair. "I saw them walk into the kindergarten room a few moments ago. I assume they will be doing the rooms in sequence so you have about ten minutes I guess. Give or take." He said looking at his heavy Rolex.

  Immediately Laura started undressing and commenced reciting her mantra, "SERVICE IS PLEASURE. PLEASURE IS SUBMISSION. SUBMISSION IS MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS SERVICE. SERVICE IS PLEASURE., SERVICE IS PLEASURE. PLEASURE IS SUBMISSION. SUBMISSION IS MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS SERVICE. SERVICE IS PLEASURE., SERVICE IS PLEASURE. PLEASURE IS SUBMISSION. SUBMISSION IS MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS SERVICE. SERVICE IS PLEASURE., – –" Laura felt a small measure of pride wash over her tortured psyche when she saw her master commend her with the briefest of nods. She sank down to her knees presenting herself naked to her owner.

  "SERVICE IS PLEASURE. PLEASU
RE IS SUBMISSION. SUBMISSION IS MY LIFE. MY LIFE IS SERVICE. SERVICE IS PLEASURE., – –" Her voice went up an octave but she forced herself to continue in spite of seeing Carter stand up and walk around to kneel behind where she was squatting on the floor.

  "SERVICE IS PLEASURE. PLEASURE IS SUBMISSION. SUBMISSION IS MY LIFE. MY LIFE —” Laura felt him spread her cheeks and grab hold of the base of her butt plug. In one brutal pull, he suddenly jerked out the full six inches of Mr. Benedict from her bottom.

  Laura almost fainted.

  A gurgling sound accompanied the voiding of her bowels which in spite of her best efforts emptied themselves across the classroom floor. Nimbly, Master Garrett stepped aside allowing the refuse to spread across the white tiles.

  “Please hurry and stand up, slave,” he ordered. “I still need to give you your new companion – nine inch Mr. Carlson is what I call him. This time he will be a good inch in diameter thicker at the base. But that wouldn’t be a problem, would it?” he slapped her butt eliciting a miserable whimper from the shaking girl as she stood and leaned on a nearby school bench. “Not after I give you your piss enema, it won’t. By the way, if the cleaners ask, which I am sure they will, you are to tell them that one of the kids, I don't care if you say it was Billy, had an accident, a really smelly one too," the man chuckled as he angled his cockhead past her sore rosebud. She felt a warmness spread in the center of her body as he filled her groaning behind in ecstasy.

  “While I'm doing that, slave, please use the time and explain to me what you learned today," the man ordered twisting his pelvis in circles as if trying to mix in and churn the substance he was depositing high up the tight abdomen of the pretty brunette as she offered her behind for his enjoyment.