by L. L. Chance
My hands were shaking when I tried to put the collar around my neck, and I had to take several deep breaths to steady myself before I could get the buckle fastened and the lock closed. The ball gag was a little easier to put on after the collar, although I couldn’t seem to get it as tight as I thought it should be.
The padded leather blindfold went around my forehead so I could still see what I was doing, but I briefly made sure it did the job before moving on. I considered putting the corset and high heels on, but knew I wouldn’t be able to get it right on my own, so I let it be.
I put on my bathrobe and placed two locks in one pocket and all the keys in the other. The little steel D-rings jingled as I walked over to the mirror to look at myself, and what I saw amazed me. I’d willingly put on my own restraints, and was about to give myself both body and soul to two people I hardly knew.
I pulled the robe closed and headed for the patio. They hadn’t arrived yet, so I sat down to wait for them, pulling the two locks out of my pocket. Before I could change my mind, I snapped one shut to hold my ankles together, pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, and after a brief struggle, got the second lock to hold my wrists together behind my back and around a chair spindle.
Whatever happened next was completely out of my control; I was at their mercy.
Submission
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there alone and blind, but it felt like hours and I began to doubt the wisdom of my plan. She’d said she wouldn’t be long, yet here I was; locked to a chair by my own hands, with an oversized ball gag in my mouth that was becoming extremely uncomfortable after wearing it for so long.
Where the hell were they? Did they see me like this and think I was playing some sort of silly little game? Did they already find me and shake their heads, thinking I wasn’t worth the effort? Maybe Sylvia couldn’t cancel her appointment and was busy in her dungeon for the rest of the day, leaving me here to suffer due to my rash impulse.
At first I relished the freedom my bondage gave me. Then I tried to break free when I realized nobody was coming, and now I was simply resigned to my fate. Other than the occasional shift or brief muscle stretch, I sat mostly still now, knowing someone would let me go eventually and I could go home.
It became easier again once I figured it out, and I tried to explore my situation better. Even though I’d recently been in a near panic, my body had reacted to my situation, and my nipples were quite hard. If I shifted my chest, I could feel them rub against the silk robe and get even more erect.
My swimsuit bottom had ridden up a little and was pulled tight down the middle. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew there was a revealing damp patch on the front. It should’ve been embarrassing, yet it wasn’t. I’d done this to myself, for myself, but also for them. They wouldn’t judge me harshly for being turned on by it.
With nothing to do, my mind eventually started drifting, and I thought back to that crappy movie from the other night. Here I am in the same situation the girl in the show was… the one I fantasized over until I had an orgasm thinking about it.
Reliving it in my mind, I began to unconsciously grind my hips, trying to get some pleasurable sensations from the overly tight fabric splitting my cleft. A faint moan escaped my lips as I got hotter and hotter, but I just couldn’t get enough friction to take it anywhere, and all I was doing was tormenting myself. Defeated, I slumped down and resumed my wait.
“I think she’s run through the full range of emotions by now,” Sylvia said, startling me.
“I believe you’re right,” Claude replied. “I think she’s learned her first lesson quite quickly, all things considered.”
“Let’s continue then, shall we?”
“I think she’s ready to learn what being submissive really means, but then again, she doesn’t have any say in the matter anymore.”
Had they been testing me? It sounded like they’d been silently watching me for quite some time, and I’d been too preoccupied to notice their arrival. It also sounded like my impulsive session was far from over. They must’ve had their own keys since I didn’t feel anyone take them from my robe, but they unlocked both sets of cuffs and helped me to stand.
The robe was pulled off, as was my swimsuit, until all I was wearing was the gag and blindfold. My wrists were relocked behind my back, but my feet remained free for now so I could walk on my own to whatever fate they had in store for me.
Even blindfolded, I knew the house well enough to figure out they were leading me back to the dungeon. My heart was racing and I could feel adrenaline pumping through my veins before we even passed the doorway. This was going to be the real thing.
I was halted somewhere in the middle of the room, and commanded to stand still. I heard them gathering items off the toy wall, and wished they would’ve taken the blindfold off so I could see what was coming. Then again, they probably knew that feeling better than I did, and left it in place deliberately.
“Spread your legs,” Claude ordered.
I did as he said, but not enough for his liking. He had to repeat his command twice more before he was satisfied, and my balance was more than a little precarious. I felt a click at each ankle cuff, and couldn’t pull my feet back together anymore.
My wrists were unlocked, but only briefly. They were pulled as far out to the sides as my feet were, and raised above my head. Two more clicks and my hands were trapped there, leaving me spread in a wide X, completely open and vulnerable.
Several rapid clicks coincided with my arms being pulled even further up, and it didn’t stop until I was standing on my tiptoes, struggling to maintain contact with the floor. The strain was immense, or at least it felt like it at the time. The room went silent except for my panting.
I flinched when I felt a touch on my ribcage. Long, sharp fingernails ran down my side from armpit to hip, leaving streaks of fire in their wake. I felt fingernails on the other side, and after they reached my hips, both sets ran upwards and over to my breasts.
They probably weren’t as sharp as I imagined them to be, but my skin seemed hyper-sensitive, and I whimpered when I felt them approach my nipples. I whimpered again when I felt them begin to pinch my nipples between them, and shook my head in denial of the extreme pain I was expecting.
She stopped before it got too bad, and I was almost disappointed when I felt them released. The trails of fire moved down and over the middle of my stomach, spreading apart just enough to miss my labia as she continued south.
One of the hands moved back up and spread my lips, two fingers sliding inside me and almost driving me over the edge in an instant. She held them inside me for over a minute, wiggling and twisting, but pulling away every time I tried to thrust forward onto them.
“Tell me, little one… have you ever smelled or tasted your own juices?”
After I reluctantly nodded yes, I felt her fingers brush over my upper lip, leaving behind a salty, musky residue.
“What about those of another woman?”
I shook my head no.
“Well you have now… that was mine, and this is yours,” she said, rubbing over my lips and under my nose again. “Can you tell them apart?”
I must’ve turned beet red with embarrassment when she said it was her own juices I’d first tasted because she chuckled at my reaction. I heard her walk away for a moment and felt her fingers return a third time to my lips and nose.
“What about the musk of one of my guests? Can you tell them apart, or do they all seem equally sweet to you?”
Guests? Were her clients here watching me? I began struggling to get free, but there was no way out until she decided otherwise. My struggles brought more laughter, and I thought I might die from the shame.
“Submission, obedience, humiliation, sex… I warned you about what you’d have to endure in this lifestyle. Oops, I almost forgot about pain. Let’s take care of that now, shall we?”
A brief whistling noise was all the warning I had before pain exploded simultaneously on my br
easts and ass. My own shrieks drowned out the next pair of sounds, causing me to yelp even louder when the blows landed on my other breast and butt cheek.
They paused for a moment, either giving me time to come to terms with the pain, or simply enjoying the way I was writhing in my bonds. Four quick blows relit the pain on my breasts and ass again, followed by another pause.
This time I felt hands rubbing over the impact points, highlighting the stings, but quickly soothing them away. Eight blows this time, followed by the gentle caresses, and then sixteen more that left me gasping for air.
The hands rubbing my buttocks moved inwards this time, spreading my moist folds and running along the inner labia. The fingertips felt rougher than before and didn’t have the long fingernails; it must’ve been Claude back there probing my most intimate parts. I wasn’t sure what to think.
I felt a trickle of moisture run down my thigh, and wondered if it was sweat, or an overabundance of my own juices. I felt so hot that it was even odds at this point. Just like Sylvia, he teased me relentlessly and pulled away every time I tried to hump his fingers.
“The little one seems to want something, dear,” he chuckled.
“Is that true?” she whispered into my ear. “Do you want to fuck my husband?”
My mind was in turmoil. I desperately wanted to feel him inside me right now, but they were married, so how could I tell her what I really wanted? I froze, unsure of what the right answer was, hoping they’d take the choice away from me and give me what I wanted without me having to ask for it.
After a long silence, I heard the ratchet again and felt my arms being lowered. It was a great relief to finally have solid footing again, but my legs were still spread wide apart and my muscles were screaming; I found I couldn’t keep my balance without Sylvia’s assistance.
She held me tight and I felt her naked breasts pressing against me, her own nipples jutting out just like mine were. Claude removed the bar holding my wrists apart and refastened them behind my back again. He then moved me by the simple expedient of grabbing me with one hand between my legs and a second around my ribs.
He placed my torso onto a padded table and held me there while Sylvia quickly restrained me with two wide straps over my back, but under my arms. After that, the bar holding my legs wide was tied down and a hook went between my wrists to pull them up and away from my back.
The strain on my arms was incredible, and I hoped even more than before that this wouldn’t be a long scene. At least my legs got a break this way, so that was something. I felt hands at the back of my head, and the strap holding my gag in place was undone.
“Do you know how to obey?” Sylvia asked, and I quickly nodded, hoping she’d remove the ball that was torturing my mouth. “Not a word out of you, no matter what happens, or an even bigger one goes in and stays there for the rest of the night.”
I gave a curt nod to show my understanding, and she removed it, letting me work the ache out my jaw. I felt a straw placed against my lips and I sipped the cold water greedily, not realizing until now how thirsty I was. I felt much better after the brief respite, even though I probably could’ve drunk a second bottle.
I jumped when I felt a hand caressing my buttocks again, and gasped in shock when I realized it was covered in leather. Was this one of her guests fondling my ass? Did they think they could pass me around like some slave for their amusement?
I was about to complain but felt a leather covered finger press against my lips, warning me to remain silent. I gritted my teeth and endured it, knowing she wasn’t bluffing about silencing me with an even crueler gag if I said anything.
The hand on my ass pulled away and came down hard, sounding like a gunshot in the silence. I received ten measured swats on each cheek, and had a hard time coping with the pain and humiliation of being spanked by a stranger.
My ass was throbbing and burning by the time he relented, and I was silently crying into my blindfold. Just when I thought my shame couldn’t get any worse, I felt two of the leather covered digits slide deep inside me and begin finger fucking me.
Despite the shame, or maybe because of it, I found myself quickly climbing to the peak. Before I could climax, he stopped and resumed spanking me again, sending my mind into a thousand different and conflicting directions.
“Are you ready for the real thing?” Sylvia asked from somewhere behind me, as the fingers resumed their probe.
I couldn’t help myself at this point and reluctantly nodded yes. My degradation was complete, and this stranger already knew me as few did, so what was one more thing? At least I’d get the relief I’d been craving.
I began shivering when I felt the touch of his penis against me, and the second pair of leather covered hands lifted my head up and began stroking my cheeks in a reassuring manner. He slowly entered my tight pussy, stretching me almost to the point of discomfort, but the pleasurable sensation it caused easily ruled supreme.
It was a good thing I was so wet, since he began thrusting hard, deep, and fast, driving my hips into the edge of the table with each powerful thrust. I began pushing back as much as I could to meet his thrusts, lust overtaking my mind and removing any thought other than my impending orgasm.
Just as I was getting close, my blindfold was removed and the unexpected light was almost more blinding than the darkness had been. After blinking my eyes clear, the first thing I saw was Sylvia’s face in front of mine, one of her leather covered hands still stroking my cheek.
Looking past her to the mirror on the far wall, I saw the man behind me was Claude, and the realization that they tricked me was the final bit I needed to go over the top. My eyes rolled up in my head and I screamed as my orgasm washed over me, twitching and thrashing uncontrollably as the pleasure ran its course through every fiber of my being.
When I felt Claude cum inside me, it easily doubled the strength of my orgasm, and I saw stars in front of my eyes. Sylvia bent down and began probing my mouth with her tongue, extending my orgasm even more until I thought my heart might burst from it all.
When I finally stopped cumming, it felt like my body had no muscles left whatsoever. I was so limp, I couldn’t even return Sylvia’s kisses, which hadn’t slowed down in the least. I was released from the table but couldn’t stand on my own. So, showing surprising strength, Claude picked me up and carried me up to my room.
A scented bath already filled the tub, courtesy of Billy I guess, and with Sylvia’s assistance she and Claude gently helped me into the steaming water. Sylvia climbed in with me and began washing my still unresponsive limbs. Once finished, she sat behind me and gave me a massage, just like that first night in the hot tub. I fell asleep in her arms before she’d barely even started.
***
When I awoke, I was groggy and was sweating with how hot I was. It took a while before I realized the reason I was so hot was that I was spooning Sylvia in front of me, and Claude was behind me doing the same. I almost started laughing when I thought about how I was the submissive meat in the middle of a dominant sandwich.
Despite feeling hot and sticky, I enjoyed the feeling of them on each side of me, and hoped we could remain like this for a long time. All good things must come to an end, though, and I eventually felt Claude begin to stir.
“So, little one,” he whispered once he saw I was awake. “Was that anything like you expected?”
“Not even remotely,” I replied.
“Did you at least enjoy it?”
Despite the pain and humiliation they’d piled on top of me, I found I did enjoy it.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Most important of all… did you want to stay around and face it again, possibly under even stranger and harsher conditions?”
I thought long and hard before replying, but there was only one answer that made sense.
“Yes… Master.”
With those two simple words, my fate was sealed. I was a stranger in a strange land, but I was content. I briefly wondered what the futu
re held in store for me, but didn’t worry about it for long. That was up to my new Master and Mistress, and I was ok with that.
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Training the Lily
A New Job
Packing up the junk I had in my little apartment took no time at all, which would’ve been depressing if I thought about it for long. My entire life to date fit into the back of my Corolla, and most of it would be going to the dump or into storage. I had a new job now, and almost anything I wanted was mine for the asking.
Maybe I’d ask to use one of their cars so mine wouldn’t be an eyesore on the otherwise pristine landscape around their gorgeous Victorian style house. Knowing Claude and Sylvia, they’d probably just give me one to keep if I asked, but I didn’t want to take advantage of their generosity any more than I already was.
After all, I was now their maid, their servant, and by my own admission, their submissive. They were my new Master and Mistress, and in less than a year we’d somehow formed a bond deeper than most people would know in a whole lifetime.
I was more than a little nervous about how things might change now that I’d be living with them and working for them, but change is a part of life, and we’d figure it out. The only thing I was certain of was that I’d do my best not to disappoint them, no matter what it took.
Billy, their other servant, was waiting for me when I pulled up. Knowing how full his days always were, I’d refused his offer to help me pack my apartment up, but now it was his turn to take over, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
One suitcase of personal items was all I needed to take to my room, and even that wasn’t completely necessary with the way they’d outfitted it for me. I found it a little odd that two of the three wardrobes in my room were now locked, but there was plenty of room for my stuff elsewhere, so I shrugged it off. Fifteen minutes later I was completely unpacked and wondering what to do next.
