Laura's Submission: The Whole Story

by Alex Carlsbad

  “Try and stay as silent as you can,” she heard Carter Garrett's voice echo behind her as they entered the palace.

  Everything was enormous. Many levels of balconies circled the entire room. A deep blue rug with intricate designs covered the floor end to end and doors were located all around the room.

  Many clusters of chairs were intermittently scattered throughout. In the far corner from where they had entered, just above the throne upon which she saw a bearded man in Oriental garb sit, was a massive gold statue of a blindfolded goddess. In her hands she held a cluster of branches tied together. Her face looked austere and menacing looking straight ahead as if peering directly into Laura’s heart.

  She felt a sharp nudge in her back. "Prostrate yourself now," hissed Carter. And immediately Laura fell down on all fours as instructed before crawling forth so that now her belly, breasts and face where touching the plush carpet. Silence befell the room. Laura felt a curious energy coursing through the room as she slowly started crawling forward towards the podium.

  As she moved forward, squirming naked across the plush carpet, she felt the coarse material grate against her excited skin. It took her an excruciatingly long time before she finally got to where she could see the slippers of the Sultan. The only source of strength that kept her going was the never wavering presence of her master who she felt inches from her head as he slowly stepped forth leading the way for his future consort as she crawled forth.

  Finally she arrived and hearing a sound of approval come from somewhere above, she gingerly lifted her head and carefully placed her lips on the tip of the Sultan's gilded sandal.

  "Your Excellency I present to you my future consort Laura," she heard her master say. "I have already claimed her as my slave but today I present her to you and the elders as my future consort for you to approve and bless."

  Laura heard the Sultan say something in a language she did not understand and felt her master take a few steps back much to her consternation. Laura did not want to be left alone with this unknown stranger who held so much power over not only her but obviously her master as well.

  “Come forth, child,” she heard the man say in a heavily accented voice. Slowly she stood on her knees feeling the embarrassment of her nudity exacerbated by her chafed skin.

  “Come nearer,” he ordered. She stepped forth and climbed up to where now she had joined the monarch on the podium kneeling by his seat. He didn't look to be much older than her master except for the long white beard that cascaded in a thick carpet halfway down his chest. He was dressed in a finely woven Middle Eastern dress that she knew was typically worn by the men in this strange country. On his head he had a heavy looking golden crown. He bent forward and seeing that he was reaching out for her, she instinctively moved to meet his hands.

  They felt soothing and warm on her cheeks as he took her face between his palms lifting her head so that he could peer straight into her eyes. Suddenly she felt a sense of calm and safety overcome her. She would do anything this man ordered for she felt safe in his fatherly presence.

  “You are a beautiful girl, sweetheart,” the man said. “Carter is very blessed and lucky to have you as his consort. Please realize that the ritual you are submitting yourself to is ancient and set in stone. It will not be easy for you. But it serves its purpose well and you will come out stronger.” She saw the man's eyes peer into her own as if interrogating her soul for any lingering doubts. She nodded her acceptance not sure if she was permitted to speak.

  “Such a good girl. Now we can start the man said. I will slap your face three times on each cheek. This will indicate the commencement of your submission ritual.” Laura's mind felt as if it was going to overload, but she steeled her nerves as best she could and saw the man slowly lift one hand and slap her left cheek: once, twice, three times. Miraculously it did not feel painful or shocking and all she heard were the gunshot like sounds of the slaps reverberate across the hall. A single tear trickled down her cheek before the monarch repeated the procedure on her right side.

  This man, this supremely powerful human was claiming her as his and thereby releasing her from any responsibilities and obligations she might have had upon entering this room. Instinctively she knew the ritual for what it was, the claiming of her entire being by another powerful master.

  The monarch cradled her face in his palms as if absorbing the heat radiating from her reddened cheeks. He wiped her tears that started pouring from her unblinking eyes with his thumbs before bending forward and gently kissing the center of her forehead.

  Through her blurry eyes she saw the man look to the side where she knew Carter was standing. "Has she been given the fertilizer shot?" The monarch asked in English.

  “Yes, your Excellency. She has accepted to bear multiplets for me.”

  “Such a brave girl, and so submissive,” the man said releasing her moving back in his seat. He tapped his lap with one hand and instinctively without having to be told what to do Laura stood and gingerly placed her abdomen across his lap. She knew what was to follow and leaned against the floor as she lay herself for her spanking across the lap of his Excellency the Sultan.

  Her master hadn't told her how to behave and whether she was permitted to scream. Laura decided that she would do her utmost to keep quiet no matter how strongly the Sultan beat her. She knew from experience that her pain threshold was low and was grateful that the welts from her last spanking almost twenty-four hours ago were almost completely healed.

  The first slap was expected and yet was still shocking. The feel of his hand on her skin, the sting and sharpness of the pain, the way her breasts pushed against the Sultan’s thighs — it all felt so overwhelming that she had to bite her lower lip squeezing her eyes tight as her hands clenched into little fists on the floor. For a long moment the monarch admired the red handprint he had left on her skin and the way her silken black hair had spilled across the floor pooling at his feet.

  Then he began to spank her again. Fifteen sharp heavy smacks rained upon each cheek before he stopped at last. Laura was breathing heavy, concentrating on staying as quiet as possible doing her best to impress the audience, the Sultan, but above all — her master with her resiliency. Her perfect butt looked like as if it had gotten a severe sunburn and hurt just as badly.

  Miraculously however she was also feeling slightly aroused by the entire situation. She felt the probing member of the Sultan push from between his legs against her.abdomen.

  “Kneel down between my legs, little one and take me in your mouth," the Sultan ordered. Immediately Laura complied and fighting against the lingering ache in her butt she slid off the man's lap and knelt between his knees. Afraid to offend or disrespect the monarch, she waited for him as he slowly parted his legs and revealed his thick tumescence between his flowing robes.

  Gingerly on hurting knees Laura moved forward and without using her hands took him in her mouth. First, she gently kissed his head licking at the clear droplet of pre-cum that had materialized there and then took him in her mouth.

  She felt the man lean back in his seat. Though she couldn't fit much more than the tip past her teeth, she soon felt the man growl with primal lust and instinctively she sucked harder as he spewed his semen across her tongue. She swallowed for a long time the warm essence of the Sultan as it shot into the back of her throat. Knowing to keep her position and wait for direction, she waited until the Sultan’s cock began to soften and he opened his eyes.

  He looked to the side and speaking to her master said, "I give you my blessing. You have my permission to claim this woman as a consort. May she gift you many strong sons and daughters." Laura felt a familiar blush cover her naked body head to toe.

  "Thank you, your highness," she heard Carter's reply.

  "Stand, slave," he said and immediately she obeyed. He moved forward and stood by her as she still faced the monarch he reached out and she felt him gently caress the sides of her breasts. She inhaled sharply as his thumbs brushed her nipples. They
hardened immediately and instinctively Laura arched her back into her master's hands seeking more satisfaction.

  Somewhere far away she heard a low chant begin in an unknown language. Carter gently turned her sideways so that her left side now faced the monarch while her right side faced the crowd. Laura felt a slight dizziness overcome her and instinctively she bowed her head. She felt her master gently kiss her neck and felt the love and adoration of this man and the entire congregation suddenly start to flow into her.

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man dressed like a servant hand master Garrett an object that look looked a lot like a nail gun. "Take a deep breath my sweet girl and look out and the distance," her master ordered. Laura willed herself to stay as calm and motionless as possible as she felt her master bring the piercing gun to her right breast from behind.

  "Give me your pain, slave," her master whispered and Laura felt a sharp stab at the base of her nipple. Tears immediately filled her eyes and she gasped out loud but stayed motionless.

  She felt her master's lips on her neck again and his kiss felt like manna from heaven. Peace came into her soul once again. She felt Carter reposition the gun at her left breast and felt the stabbing pain come again. This time tears poured down her cheeks falling onto his hands as they still grasped her breasts. Carter kissed her again and she saw one of the attendants hand him two silver circles. With deft motions the man helped her master thread them both through her newly pierced breasts before using pliers to squeeze the rings tightly into place.

  Having completed the piercing of her nipples, Carter moved around and now faced his compliant demure slave. He kissed her again this time luxuriating for a long while in a long passionate embrace before pulling back.

  "I value this woman above all others," he said announcing it in the deep voice that carried across the room. "I choose to mark her with a ring in her labia,” he announced and Laura heard a general murmur that erupted in the crowd. She felt herself begin shaking as he stroked her cheek. He looked into her eyes and reached down between her legs to pull at the left outer lip of her pussy to which he immediately applied the gun piercing it. This time a loud scream erupted from her clenched mouth and her entire body wavered. She felt her master’s strong hand on her neck holding her tight. "You are a good girl, Laura," he whispered. "I really good girl." He kissed her deeply and she felt strength from his pleasure.

  He waited for a long while before her tremors slowly subsided and having reached out to the side took a silver circle that he gently threaded with two hands through the hole of her newly created piercing.

  Then he turned around and motioning at the crowd proudly announced, "This woman has been pierced and is now my consort." A loud applause broke out and she felt solace fill her heart as her master took her around the waist helping her limp out of the hall.

  *****

  The alarm reverberated as if emanating from the very center of her own head. Laura jumped and almost fell out of her bed. It was still dark outside. She gingerly grappled for her smart phone to silence the miscreant sound. She was still unsure of what was real and what wasn't in the dark shadows of the early morning twilight. Her fingers instinctively went to between her legs were she felt wetness meet them in her white cotton shorts.

  A wet dream!

  This had to positively be the mother of all wet dreams ever!

  Her hand went up to her neck to make sure. No, no collar.

  Thank God!

  Her whole body felt hot. Maybe she was running a fever. Her T-shirt was soaked and she could feel her nipples poking through the wet material.

  Maybe she ought to call the school and take a sick day off. She took her phone again from the nightstand and looked at its screen which proudly displayed her schedule for this Monday. No, it won't do. The principal was out and she absolutely had to cover for her. There were a bunch of parent-teacher conferences slated for this afternoon that she simply could not postpone. Laura's eyes fell upon her last scheduled meeting for the day: Mr. and Mrs. Carter Garrett, Billy's parents, it read.

  A deep shudder shook Laura's body from head to toe. What a dream!

  ~The end.

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