Her Submission: The Boxed Set

by Aya Fukunishi

  "Oh, God, that feels incredible!", she panted, drawing short, gasping breaths as the plug probed her. Master patted the base softly, pushing it ever deeper, and Kathryn felt her dripping pussy tighten and twitch. She moaned, feeling an orgasm thunder through her body, and Master responded by pushing the plug even further with the heel of his palm. She squealed as she came, gasping like a wild animal as her pussy throbbed and gushed honey down her thighs.

  "Position two!", ordered Master sharply, pulling Kathryn up to her knees as the climax continued to pulse through her. The plug shifted deeper, and as she struggled to stay upright she was delighted to find the heel of her foot planted against the base of the plug, holding it firmly inside where she could enjoy it.

  Master walked around to the front of her, pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor. His excitement was visible in the tented fabric of his trousers. Snaking down his left thigh his cock grew visibly larger as Kathryn watched, almost delirious. With each beat of his heart the tool swelled further, and in one quick movement he released his belt, tugged down his zipper and pulled out the large, firm shaft.

  "Give me your mouth," he ordered, using one hand to steady the enormous cock. Kathryn opened her lips and dipped her head forward obediently, hungrily accepting the thick, firm head on her tongue. Her lips closed around him, and before she could even begin to move she felt his hands grip her by the hair and pull her head deep onto the shaft.

  Master fucked her mouth hungrily, using her moist lips and willing tongue like a second pussy. The thick, salty sweet head of his cock slid just deep enough to reach the back of her throat, masterfully using her depths without cutting off her breathing. Kathryn moaned happily, allowing herself to be pulled and shifted wherever he wanted her, delighted at the feeling of the butt plug sliding back and forth inside her as her heel pushed it deeper.

  Master pulled out of her mouth moments before he came, holding her head back and aiming the hot stream of his come at her chest. She felt it gush warmly across her, immense volumes of warm cream blasting against her heaving breasts and running between them to collect at the top of her corset. With her hands bound behind her back there was nothing she could do to protect herself from the thick stream of come spurting across her body. Nothing she wanted to do.

  As the final warm spurt dropped between her breasts Master took her under the arms and lifted her to her feet, carrying her as if she were weightless. She followed obediently, too overwhelmed with the sensation filling her tight ass to worry about where he was taking her. His dripping, still erect cock slid against her thighs as he carried her.

  In the corner of the room sat a padded wooden chair, and as they reached it Master deftly untied the knot holding Kathryn's arms tight behind her back. She sighed as the blood returned to her limbs, wincing as pins and needles pricked her fingers, but she soon realized the freedom would be short lived.

  Master guided her onto the chair, making her kneel on the padded seat. He took one arm at a time and, with a curt order to hold still, retied her arms to the wooden frame. He then moved down to her feet, removing his brown leather belt and using it to bind her ankles together before finally moving up, wrapping a rope around the back of her knees and looping it through the chair back. When the final knot was tied she fond herself immobile, frozen on her knees with her gushing pussy in the air and the black base of the butt plug poking from her ass.

  Now Kathryn felt truly at Master's mercy. She couldn't see him, couldn't know what he was doing behind her until she felt his fingers at her asshole. He gripped the base of the butt plug and began to gently pull. The moment it began to shift, sucking wetly out of her pink, tender asshole, she felt the approach of another orgasm.

  Master felt it, saw it in the tightening clench of her pussy, and placed the flat of his hand gently on her ass. "You may not come until I allow it. If you try to come before my cock has stretched your tight little ass I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?"

  Kathryn whimpered, unsure if it was even possible to hold back a climax once her body had decided it was time. "I understand, Master," she said, hoping she could find the will, and she bit her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.

  The widest point of the plug spread her now, stretching ass her wide and producing a sensation far from the pain she felt as it went in. The moment the wide point passed she wished Master would push it back in, slide it in and out. Without that solid block filling her asshole she felt empty, incomplete, and as the tip finally slipped from her she felt her ring clench, relax and clench again, as if her ass was desperately searching for something to fill it once more.

  "Did you enjoy that, Kathryn?"

  A dazed grin spread her lips. "Yes, Master," she purred. "Thank you for helping me overcome my fear." She meant it. Just ten minutes ago she had been terrified of anything entering her asshole, and now she realized there was a whole new way to enjoy sex; it was almost as if she'd discovered a second pussy in her body, a second clit to stimulate.

  What else could he teach me about my body?

  She felt Master's fingers probing her tender, wet asshole, but now she responded not with fear but eagerness. "You're much more relaxed now, I see," he said, as he easily pressed his thumb into her ass. "Your pink little asshole is so beautiful. I can't wait to fuck it." Kathryn felt the thumb slip out, and Master placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks. She felt him use his thumbs to press down on either side of her hole, and as he pressed she could feel the muscles relax and tighten, relax and tighten, opening and closing her ring. It felt wonderful.

  She didn't understand what he was doing until she felt the firm, wet tip of his cock on her tight button. She braced herself for the expected pain of his penetration, but it didn't come. Master simply held himself there, firmly pressed against her anus as it tensed and relaxed spasmodically, and made no move to enter her.

  "Would you like me to fuck you, Kathryn?", he asked calmly.

  "Yes! Yes, Master, please fuck me."

  His cock slipped down suddenly, sliding from her asshole and between her legs, and Master powerfully thrust it once into her slick, gushing pussy, drawing it out again just as quickly before returning the firm, throbbing tip to her puckered ring. Kathryn's pussy twitched joyously, her swollen clit pulsating with pleasure.

  "Oh, you'll have to ask more nicely than that, Kathryn. Remember," he said, punctuating the word with a light pat on her ass cheek, "If you come before I'm inside this tight little hole I'll have to punish you."

  Kathryn whimpered. "Please, Master, please fuck me. I want you inside me now!"

  Once again she felt his cock slip between her legs and force itself between her slick lips. Master's thighs pounded into her ass as he pushed himself deep before pulling out once more, leaving her empty. Her clit sent a warning, announcing the orgasm that she couldn't hold back much longer.

  "Now Kathryn, if you want to be my submissive you'll have to do much better than that. If you can't beg for my cock like a good little slut we should just give up now."

  Kathryn chewed her lip, pressing her forehead against the back of the chair. She could feel the sweat dripping from her hair, and the cum dripping from her chest. Most of all she could feel the climax building within her. She knew one more thrust from her Master's cock would finish her.

  "Master," she whispered hoarsely, struggling to speak clearly, "please fill my tight ass with your cock. I want you to use my body!"

  She gasped as Master's rock hard tip pressed firmly against her. "Again."

  "Master, please fill my tight ass! I want to be your dirty little slut!"

  Once more she felt the tip stretch her ring. Once more it pulled away. "Again."

  Kathryn felt tears of frustration prick at her eyes. She'd never felt so aroused; never felt so desperate to be filled.

  "I beg you, Master! Fuck my ass with your beautiful cock! I want you to fill me with your come!"

  This time she heard a satisfied moan behind her. Master gripped her
by the waist, bracing himself against the chair before slowly, ever so slowly, pressing forward. His thick, firm head pushed slowly against Kathryn's wet, tight ring, stretching it wide as it slipped in.

  "You will come silently for me, Kathryn. If you make a sound, I'll have to punish you."

  She nodded, biting down on the rope around her wrist in an effort to hold in her moans. Her asshole stretched wide to accommodate her Master, wider than ever before, wider than she believed possible. An eternity passed as her ring fought against the pressure before finally, blissfully, Master's thick head spread her fully, opening her like a flower and allowing him to slide the length of his shaft deep inside her.

  Almost immediately Kathryn began to come. She felt honey gush from her dripping, pulsating pussy as her ass was filled tight by Master's rod, and with each wave of pleasure she felt her asshole contract around his shaft, squeezing it over and over until, with a low, long moan Master sprayed his seed deep inside her.

  Kathryn's teeth dug into the rope, painfully pinching the skin of her wrist, but she remained silent as ordered. Even as Master slowly withdrew his cock from her tender, twitching asshole she didn't make a sound. She simply lay on her knees, frozen in place by the tight ropes, overwhelmed by the sensations flowing through her body. The harsh, rough tightness of the ropes at her wrists and knees. The pinch of the leather belt at her ankles. The spurts of searing hot come jetting deep in her ass. The fading pulses of her orgasm, clenching her asshole around Master's shaft as he gently slid it from her.

  This time her asshole didn't snap shut the moment it was no longer filled. As Master's spent cock slid from her, her ring remained wide for a moment, a pink, tender opening dripping thick, creamy come before her muscles puckered it tight once more.

  She heard Master tuck himself back into his trousers and retrieve his discarded suit jacket from the floor before he returned to loosen her straps. He worked silently, methodically, removing first the belt from around her ankles, then the rope from around her knees, and finally the straps binding her wrists to the chair back. The moment her hands were freed Kathryn flexed her wrists, massaging the blood back into them.

  "This was very pleasurable, Kathryn," he said, quietly. "Thank you for being brave enough to try something new. I hope you enjoyed yourself."

  "Yes, Master, I did" replied Kathryn, bowing her head demurely.

  "You can call me Patrick now, I think," he said. "Good night, Kathryn."

  With that he was gone, leaving her alone, naked and confused. Did I do something wrong? She couldn't understand what had just happened. She'd done everything he'd asked. She'd followed his orders and allowed him to use her body as he pleased. What more could she have done?

  Kathryn barely noticed the tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She barely noticed Stephen open the door and enter the suite, and didn't spare a thought for the fact that she was still naked, her pink, tender asshole still dripping warm come down her thighs. Stephen held out a check, oblivious to her tears, and took on a look of confusion when she ignored the offering. She'd forgotten about the money; forgotten about the deal. It didn't seem to matter anymore. The sudden sense of loss burned deep.

  All that mattered, she realized, was that her Master had abandoned her, tossed her aside like a used tissue. Her hand strayed to her neck and touched the heavy steel of the D-ring at her collar, suddenly the only thing connecting her to the man who had taught her so much, so quickly. She tugged at the strap, pulling it from her throat, and stared through tearful eyes at the black strap.

  Stephen watched, confused, as Kathryn suddenly bolted from the room, still naked. In his office the feeds from the club's security cameras played, unwatched, images of her running down the stairs taking three at a time in the darkness, then out into the central bar, up the staircase and through the dimly lit lobby. The silent video showed her banging in the door, yelling for it to be opened, before she tumbled out into the night.

  "Master!", she yelled into the darkness. "Master, wait!"

  In the parking lot a limousine sat, its engine purring. Beside it stood Kathryn's master, a satisfied smile on his face. Kathryn ran at full speed, ignoring the pain as her bare feet scraped across gravel. She reached him, red faced and breathless, and fell to her knees. Her head dropped in submission and her arms reached up toward him, holding her offering of ribbon of leather and steel.

  "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wavering with tears.

  Master smiled, accepting her gift. He turned, discarding the collar on the gravel and retrieving a simple black strap from the back seat of the car, and crouched to the ground before Kathryn to attach the new collar around her neck.

  Only Kathryn and her Master understood what had happened. Only they knew why she smiled so broadly as he helped her from the hard, cold ground and guided her into the limousine.

  Master climbed in beside her and the car pulled out of the parking lot, turning onto the empty road and vanishing into the night.

  Stephen burst through the door, followed closely by Henry, and the two stood in the empty lot, confused, until Stephen found the discarded collar and read the inscription on the tin dog take glinting in the glow of the streetlights.

  I want you to be mine.

  SHE LEARNS TO KNEEL

  KATHRYN'S TRAINING #2

  by

  Aya Fukunishi

  Copyright © 2012 by Aya Fukunishi

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

  may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

  without the express written permission of the publisher

  except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  First Printing, 2012

  A Bangkok Nights Publication

  Chapter One

  The shower came first, powerful and a little too hot, scalding Kathryn's skin as it washed Master's come from her chest. She stood in the stream and basked in the searing spray, washing away the memory of the club; washing away the memory of all the bland emptiness that had come before Master had walked into her life.

  Then came the white fluffy towels, an abundance of them, thick and luxurious. Kathryn's own towels at home were thin and rough, factory seconds, years old and bought with whatever pocket change she could spare. She sat before a mahogany dressing table and ran an antique ivory handled brush through her thick, dark hair, drawing it slowly back from her porcelain skin and staring into the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of any physical difference, anything that had changed in the hours since she'd met Master, fallen under his spell. There was nothing. All of the changes were on the inside. On the surface she appeared the same young woman who'd walked into work five hours ago and donned the uniform, preparing for hours of drudgery.

  Something troubled her, though; a sadness she couldn't explain. In the hours since Master had taught her so much about herself in the club, brought her back to his home in the limousine and guided her upstairs to one of the guest bathrooms, a deep, confusing melancholy had set in. Why do I feel like this? Perhaps she was just tired, she decided. It was, after all, almost dawn, and the last few hours had pushed her to her physical limit. Maybe she'd feel better after a long rest.

  Master sat quietly in the corner of the dressing room, reclining on an oxblood Chesterfield, watching her closely as she observed herself in the mirror. A tumbler of scotch beaded with condensation in his hand, his arm draped over the side of the chair, and occasionally released a drip to the hardwood floor as the ice melted. Master didn't notice. He hadn't taken so much as a sip since he'd poured the drink, such was the ferocity of his attention on Kathryn's slow, methodical grooming.

  "I'd like you to wear a ponytail," he said quietly, nodding to a basket of clips and hair bands on the dressing table. Kathryn nodded silently, picked a black band from the basket and quickly tugged her hair through it, wrapping it tight at the back of her head. As she tucked in a few errant hairs the dressing room door opened and a young woman entered, cute and pixie-l
ike, a head shorter than Kathryn, with messy tufts of ash blonde hair that made it look as if she'd just rolled out of bed. She curtsied the moments she saw Master and dropped into position two, balanced on her knees, and in a smooth, practiced movement lifted her short skirt to her waist and opened her mouth wide. She froze in that position, her eyes avoiding Master's, staring intently at the floor.

  "You may stand, Amelie," said Master, waving her from the ground. "I won't be using you tonight. I want you to make sure Kathryn here is comfortable. She'll be sharing your room until we find her something more permanent." He turned to Kathryn. "I'll bid you goodnight now, Kathryn. Amelie will take care of you now, and we'll speak tomorrow evening."