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Sex and Submission - A Story in Two Vignettes
Vignette One - Her
It was last Saturday morning, and I was getting ready for Doris'
afternoon fetish party when I got an email telling all of us that the
affaire was cancelled, sorry, maybe next weekend, yadda, yadda.
I had intended to make the "Grand Entrance" in full fetish regalia, and
was assembling my outfit; tight leather corset with chrome studs and
buckles, lace top sheer nylons held up by a 6 strap garter belt, ?cup
bra that pushed my breasts out for attention, and 5" platform fuck me
ankle strap pumps. I was "accessorized" with a chrome steel chastity
cage and 2 sets of clover nipple clamps, just to see how it would look
with a full face leather hood and mask and shoulder length leather
gloves.
Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang, which prompted me to look out the
front window to see some well-dressed folks in suits and dresses
carrying briefcases on the street. Ahh, Missionaries, out to walk the
neighborhood, preaching to the unconverted the benefits of eternal
salvation of their particular religious affiliation. Throwing on a
black silk robe, I threw caution to the wind and went to open the door.
If I scared them off, they would put some secret hex sign on the curb
and all of them would leave the Deviant Alone from now on.
I opened the door, and saw a very pretty woman, in her Sunday best;
tight yellow skirt, white blouse nice sensible pumps, holding a
pamphlet with a smile, about to start her pitch. My appearance froze
her in her tracks, with that, "I know I have to be strong and preach to
the fallen, but....," look on her face.
Smiling, I reached out a gloved hand, shook hers and asked if she
wanted to come inside and, "instruct me in whatever correction she felt
I needed to amend for my sins."
'Ahh, I don't, I mean I don't think that would be appropriate," she
stammered, obviously nervous, or was she?
I could see her breathing got heavier, and her nipples began poking out
of the blouse she was wearing. Definitely some signs of arousal there,
not shock or revulsion.
On a whim, I asked her, "I understand you cannot come in right now, but
if you'd like, I will be here all day. " I pulled a special business
card out of my corset with my cell phone and email and continued, "if
you'd like to come back in a few hours to discuss whatever you'd like,
please call me and let me know. I would love to see what so obviously
excites you."
She shook a bit, took the card and placed it in her purse, smiled and
said in a loud voice, "thank you for taking the time with us this
morning," turned and walked out to the street to join her fellow
Missionaries. Hmmm, nice big bottom in her skirt, wearing pantyhose
like a proper lady out for a morning of proselytizing. The day could
go two ways; she could return alone or the PD would show up with
handcuffs. I was intimately aware of the Officer on duty this morning,
having blown him many times during discrete liaisons, so I wasn't
worried. Oh well, the day marches on. I went around the house,
straightening up, putting some Riesling in the fridge to chill for
later and continued dressing. I had come this far, why not complete
the outfit?
I continued dressing, completing my outfit with a scandously short
leather mini, that left my chastity cage peeing out the bottom, a
brocaded bustier, page boy wig in black and matching court pumps.
Around my neck was a delicate collar, the key to the chastity lock
prominently in front.
A few hours later, my cell phone rang, the caller ID showing a number I
did not recognize.
Answering, I heard my new best friend on the line. "Hello, I am
Judith, we met earlier this morning. Would it be alright if I came by?
We're done for the day and the rest of the group is going to the West
Side, and I don't want to, and have the day free."
"My dear that would be lovely. Do come by and we can have a chat. You
know the address, yes?" I asked, hearing a sigh on the other end of the
line and the call was disconnected.
About 30 minutes later, a car pulls up in front and wonderful
surprises, Judith gets out and walks up to the door. Opening it, I
step aside and welcome her in. I noticed that an extra button was
undone showing more of her lovely breasts, which moved so nicely in her
silk blouse. Have to take this slowly I thought, don't want to scare
anybody away.
Sitting down, I asked if she wanted some tea, which got a yes. I had a
kettle boiling, with a special brew prepared. A heavily laced THC
blend from the Marijuana Dispensary that is particularly good at
relaxing inhibitions. I brought Judith a cup, sat next to her on the
couch and said, "To my new best friend," as we sipped our tea.
She was glancing around the room, admiring the art, not sure where to
begin.
Well, time to initiate, I felt, "So Judith," I began, "what was it that
was going through your mind this morning when I opened the door? I
half was expected you to bolt and run for the curb, but you didn't and
now you're here, yes?"
"Well, I, you know, the work we do gets so boring sometimes, I never
got to meet anybody so interesting, and your outfit was so different.
And besides, Roger, one of the others, was constantly hitting on me
during our walks and he is such a drag. I just wanted something more
exciting, "she added.
I could tell the tea was working its magic, her breathing was heavier,
the set of her body was more relaxed, and her knees were parting a
little as she leaned back on the couch. I reached out a gloved hand
and rested it on her thigh. "I do have an extensive wardrobe of
clothes and suitable accessories, maybe we could play dress up in a
while. What do you think?" by now my hand was tracing circles on her
nylon covered thighs, her legs had slipped open, and I think I could
scent her arousal.
I moved next to her, and taking one of her hands, placed it on my left
thigh as my other hand pulled her shoulder close. Tilting my head, I
brushed my lips over hers in a soft kiss. Her hand clenched, and moved
up my leg,reaching the chastity cage, which she gripped. Our kiss got
deeper and more intense, and when her lips parted letting my tongue
inside, I moved my hand up her thighs and cupped her crotch. It was
quite warm and damp, her arousal was evident.
I moved off the couch, pushed the table away, and knelt between her
legs. Placing my hands on her hips with an, "allow me, "I raised her
skirt up her body and gently spread her legs open. The aroma of her
arousal was more evident this close, and she was leaning back on the
couch, head tilted back, eyes closed, and one hand on one breast, the
other on my shoulder.
I leaned in, placed my lips on her pantyhose covered crotch and kissed
her hot center, eliciting a moan from her lips. My clitty was hard and
throbbing in the metal cage as I removed her shoes, and skinned her
pantyhose down and off, revealing a panty covered mound. I traced my
fingers over the nylon, feeling her juices through the material as her
panties got slicker and slicker from her arousal. Pulling them off, I
leaned in and stroked her now exposed labia with my hands, coaxing her
pretty clitoris out of its hood.
Kissing her labia softly, I began to orally worship my new Goddess,
taking the time to kiss, stroke and tease her up to a peak, down again
and up until she began panting, "oh God, yes, do me, suck me, yes,
yes."
I suck harder as the waves of her orgasm wash over my face, riding her
body through her pleasure, drinking her juices.
Afterwards, we cuddled on the couch until her breathing returns to
normal.
She looks at me through heavily lidded eyes, fingers the key around my
neck, and asks, "so, you said something about dress up?
I stood up, pulled her after me and moved into the dressing room. One
entire wall is mirrored with indirect lighting making it a very nice
environment. I walked behind her, skinned her skirt down around her
hips and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. Folding it over
the back of a chaise, I turned her around and proceeded to unbutton her
blouse and remove her bra. Her breasts were magnificent, her waist
trim, her bush nicely cut into a landing strip.
Walking over to the "special" closet, I pulled out a garter belt, waist
cincher, sheer nylons and a nylon thong. Asking her to sit on the
chaise, I knelt before her, I placed a kiss on her mound and proceeded
to clip the garter belt around her waist and rolled the nylons up her
smooth legs. She stood up, and I cinched her into the corset, loving
the way it pulled her waist in and flared those bountiful hips and
bottom. She stepped into the thong, smoothed it over her mound as I
place a pair of ankle strap Louboutins on her lovely feet.
We walked back out in the living room, and this time, she pushed me
back on the couch. Dropping between my legs, she took my caged cock,
licked me through the metal and asked, "so, that key, does it unlock
this....."
Vignette Two - Man
The door opens, and on the other side I see a very handsome black man
in a nicely tailored Armani suit, big hands, big feet in his loafers,
and I swear the beginning of a very substantial bulge in his slacks.
"Can I help you," I ask.
"We're out walking the neighborhood, letting everybody know the word
and path to salvation," he said with a slight stammer in his voice.
His eyes were looking at me up and down, as he shifted position to
block the view of the others down the walkway.
"Oh I am sure you are," I said, "for you know, I was just thinkin of
the appropriate punishment I deserve for my sins. P'haps you'd like to
come back later and personally administer whatever you feel is
appropriate? I would be ever, ever so grateful, I would. Grateful and
accommodating."
He smiled, nodded his head and mouthed, "Two hours, max." He leaves,
thanking me for my time and joins the others.
The next two hours passed quickly, I was nervous as a cat in a room
full of rocking chairs, when the doorbell rang and he was back.
Opening the door, I welcomed him in.
Once the door was closed, he turned and took in the room, noticing the
straight back chair in the middle. I asked him if he'd like to take
off his jacket and get comfortable. This revealed a very muscular body
in his dress shirt. I get so turned on by a well-dressed man, and saw
his arousal at my appearance. No shock or revulsion, just a lustful
smile.
He reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a joint and a lighter,
asking if I minded if he smoked as he lit up and took a hit. Blowing
smoke in my direction, he asked, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh no, let me get you an ashtray," I said as I moved one onto the
table and sat down opposite him.
As we smoked, I could see the beginnings of a nice erection in his
trousers, and knew CaSlut would get what she needed from him this
afternoon. He put down the joint, and motioned me to come closer. I
got up and stood between his spread legs as he reached out a big hand
and wrapped it around my cage.
"You wear this all the time, do you?" he asked.
"No, only when I am going to a party. Keep from playing myself all
day. Building excitement, like," I said. Complete and articulate
sentences were beyond me.
Closing his legs, he spread mine, and pulled me down on his lap, his
big hands pulling my mini up over my thighs, exposing my bottom.
Sitting down, I felt his cock hard through his pants as he pulled me to
him, big lips meeting mine as we locked into a kiss.
He pushed me back, and ordered me to stand and remove my skirt. He got
up, undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His shoes
and socks followed. His pants he took off and folded over the back of
the couch, and then, finally his jockeys.
His magnificent black cock was finally exposed, hard and erect, a
beautiful set of balls hanging below. I could not wait to service him,
feeling that monster in my slutty mouth and pussy
Sitting down again, he pulled me over his lap, and rested his big hand
on my now exposed bottom.
"So girl, it was punishment and correction you wished this morning when
you seduced me at the door, isn't it," his hands cupping each cheek,
separating my flesh, exposing my hungry hole to his gaze. Before I
could answer, his hand came down on my bottom, making the flesh jump
and quiver as he began a steady spanking. Again and again he struck,
as my bottom got warm, then hot then the beautiful hurt spread through
me like a wave and I began to quiver as my new Master took possession
of me.
Stopping, he told me to get down on the floor between his now open
legs. His hard cock was inches from my face. I could see a drop of
precum on the head. It must have been 9 or 10 inches and beautifully
thick.
"Well slut, it's your turn to show your gratitude, isn't it," he
smirked, pulling me closer as my lips parted taking him into my mouth.
He was big, but I am an accomplished cocksucker, so I knew how to open
my mouth and throat for suck a beautiful cock as my head began bobbing
up and down on his flesh. My hands were cupping his massive balls,
trying to coax his cum up and out his cock. He was panting, pulling me
closer until I felt his wiry pubic hair against my nose as I took all
of him into my throat. Up and down I went, alternating with sucking
and then stroking his shaft with my hands, my tongue probing his piss
slit, then opening and swallowing him whole.
I could feel that special hardness and quivering that means a man's
release is close as I redoubled my efforts. He grunted, grabbed my
head and pulled me in tight as I felt his glorious cum hit the back of
my throat and transfer it's heat to my stomach as he orally bred me,
making me his.
His cock subsided in my mouth, he pulled up and stood, walking towards
the hallway and the bathroom.
"Don't move, just turn around and kneel. I recover quickly and want to
see how tight that pussy is," as he closed the bathroom door.
Oh my, going to be an interesting day, isn't it?
When I heard the bathroom door close, I got up, dropped a big throw
pillow in the middle of the rug, and took out two essential items:
Condoms and lube, for I felt I was going to need both. He returned to
the living room, smiling as he saw me stretched out on the floor,
bottom up and waiting. My legs were together, stretched out behind me.
That, coupled with the pillow, made for a very inviting fuck target, or
so I've been told.
"Yeah, I like my girls to be eager to take me," he said as he knelt
behind me and picked up the lube. I head the condom wrapper tear and I
knew it was going to happen.
Just then, I he dropped his lubed up cock at the top of my butt and
separated my cheeks with his big hands, revealing my little hole. I
heard him work up a mouth full of spit and felt it drip over me as his
cock head began probing my cunt.
"What do you want, slut," he growled.
"Your cock Sir, please," I begged.
"Where slut, where do you want my big black cock," He questioned.
"In my cunt Daddy. Fuck my cunt, pleeeeeeeease," I whimpered,
thrusting my bottom back towards him.
I felt the head of his big cock find his target and he slowly began to
slide into me. My pussy is quite experienced, and naturally opens when
a man's erection is taking command and using me. I felt the warmth of
his thighs approaching as his entire length settled into me. I was
beginning that magical dance I do whenever I am impaled on cock,
squeezing my ass cheeks, thrusting back to get it deeper and deeper.
WACK, his hand on my ass as he commanded me to "keep still cunt. I'll
tell you when to move."
"Yessssss Sir," hissed through my clenched teeth as I commanded myself
to be still and let him drive.
Soon, I felt his weight on my back, as his hips pressed into mine, the
full length of his cock buried deep inside me, stretching me,
fulfilling me. In and out he thrust, hands running over my nylon
sheathed thighs, gripping my bottom, exposing me to his lust. I lost
track of time, but I know he rode me for quite some time until he threw
his head back, thrust to the hilt and unloaded in my pussy. I clenched
and clenched, milking him as he withdrew.
He got up, left the room to the bathroom. I heard water running and
then he was back in the living room. I had sat up and was obediently
kneeling for Master. He picked up his clothes and got dressed. When
he was done, he walked up to me, tilted my head up and looked into my
eyes.
I was glistening with submission, would have done anything for him.
He looked at me and said, "next Sunday, be ready," and left...
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