Submit To Me

A woman's craving leads her to s strange house and an enigmatic Mistress

DARK EROTICA | FETISH | SUBMISSION

I sat down on my office chair and winced. Ow fuck, the stinging sensation returned, pulsing through me. How had I let her do that? Why had I let her do that? My knickers felt damp, sticking to me as excitement oozed from me again.

Her, the word seemed to bounce around in my head. It was cock that I craved. OK, I’d got that, but not just cock, degradation. To stop being a successful businesswoman for an hour or so and get down on my knees and surrender control of my body, to behave like a slut. That’s why I had crawled into that dirty stinking flat for the past four years to be fucked by that low-life, overweight man and paid him for the privilege.

I’d got that too, degradation, but this was new, it was not in the man’s eyes. To him I was no more than a plastic doll - it was in hers. I had submitted to her.

When the low-life had finished with me he had cast me a life raft and shown me an odd website that he said might provide someone to fulfil my needs. I had scanned the profiles but none seemed to offer what I sought. I was starving, floating on a sea full of fish I couldn’t bring myself to offer myself as bait to.

Then a message appeared in the email account I kept solely for that side of my life. There was no name, no sender it simply said, Come to me.

In desperation, I had clicked the link and sent a message. The reply came two days later. I do not speak to sluts online. You will visit me at and gave an address and time.

I had thought, fuck off, but that was the normal me, the businesswoman me thinking, the little voice in my head had kept nagging away until I had found myself standing outside a large Victorian house on the outskirts of the city.

The door was opened by a naked man wearing a penis cage. There were manacles on his wrists and ankles that were joined by lengths of chain that just allowed him to walk and move his arms. I had almost laughed and turned away but that little voice had again pushed me on.

He led me into the presence of a tall distinguished looking blonde woman dressed in a tight fitting, short sleeved, black dress that would not have looked out of place in my office.

A woman, no this was not right. I turned to leave but the man had closed the door and was standing in front of it. Despite his submissive stance, he was quite burly and I doubted I could just shove him aside.

The woman looked at me “I am told that you are a devotee of sexual degradation.”

She stepped closer, her silver grey eyes fixed me with the stare of a predator. “When you enter this house in future you will surrender all control to me. In return, I shall use the power and the facilities I have to make that happen.”

I could smell her light perfume, this was not right, there was no stink, the room was tastefully furnished, not some tatty flat, but I felt myself nodding.

“I have several male slaves at my disposal. I may order them to fuck you, either as a task or as a reward for their good behaviour. You may be subjected to any humiliation and disciplinary action that I see fit to administer. Do you understand?”

I found myself nodding again.

“The correct response is, yes, madam.”

“Yes, madam.”

“Whilst you are in this house you will have a safe word.”

“I do not want a safe word,” I interrupted.

“You will have one for your first attendance,” the woman snapped. “After that, you may decide if it will no longer be required. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madam.” I could not believe I had just said that.

“Good. You will return tomorrow at two fifteen. In the porch of my house there is an alcove on the left, in it you will find a coat hanger. You will remove your clothes, place them on the hanger and return it to the alcove. You will then knock on the door and wait. You may go.”

As I left the house I noticed that, despite the high hedge surrounding the garden the front door was clearly visible to anyone in the street passing the gate at the end of the path.

The next day at the appointed time I was stood on the doorstep, naked and trying not to look over my shoulder to see if my behind was being admired from the street. It seemed an age since I had knocked but there was still no sound from inside the house.

The door was opened by a different naked man to the previous day but he appeared to be wearing the same penis cage and manacles. He did not speak and just pointed at the floor. I moved to step forward but he shook his head and held up his hand, palm towards me before gesturing to the floor again.

I knelt down and leant forward onto all fours, now acutely aware that my naked butt and pussy were on display to anyone passing in the street. He slipped a collar around my neck and snapped it shut. Holding a short chain lead he tugged me forward and I thankfully heard the door clunk closed behind me.

He led me into the same room as before.

“Secure her.” I could hear Madam’s voice but there was no sign of her. The man pulled my arm out to the side and I felt something being wrapped around my wrist. He pulled on it and I gasped as it bit into my skin. Pulling on my other wrist he spread my arms out so that I was pushed face down onto the floor. I felt my nipples pressing against the solid wood.

My ankles were pulled apart and cord looped around them. I was now face down on the floor with my arms stretched out to the side, my ass in the air and my knees spread giving full access to my cunt to anyone Madam allowed.

“Touch her cunt.”

Fingers pressed against my lips and pushed inside. The man groaned. I guessed the contact was giving him a hard-on that was now pushing painfully against the cock cage.

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“Yes, Madam,” the man said quietly.

“Permission is granted, but be quick.” I heard something crack against skin and the man yelped.

His cock pushed into me. Thankfully the feeling of his fingers and crawling across the floor had started to turn me on so, although I was not totally wet my cunt welcomed him without too much pain. His fucking was brutal, almost animalistic. It seemed to be no more than seconds before he poured into me, his fingernails ripping into my hips as he jerked me against him.

Then his cock was gone leaving a gaping void. Spasms pulsed through me and I could feel his ejaculation seeping out of me. God I wanted more.

“Clean her,”

I felt a tongue licking my inner thigh and then a mouth enveloped my cunt whilst the tongue searched inside. This was no pleasure licking, he was simply doing Madam’s bidding. My body shuddered and I wriggled my hips trying to force his tongue to press over my clit then something bit my behind, flashing a searing pain across it.

“Keep still,” Madam said.

There was another flash of pain. My safeword welled up in my mind but I bit my lip, holding my breath to force it back down out of my consciousness.

There was another crack, I screamed, a primal yell of an animal in pain, then another. Fire erupted through me, I was dimly aware of the man still licking at my cunt as it engulfed my entire being.

Then it stopped. Everything just stopped. The bonds were loosened and I was left gasping on the floor. When I eventually rolled over I winced as my tortured behind pressed against the wood. The room was empty. My first instinct was to flee but I couldn’t resist releasing the charge surging through me. I pressed my fingers between my lips, circling them on my engorged bud.

I came, oh god did I come. I howled at the ceiling until, exhausted I managed to stagger to my feet.

Now I am sitting on my office chair wondering if I will go back.

You bet I will.

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