Introduction to Submission

I walk over to the balcony window door, with you in tow. But as I open the door to the outside, you start to sit back up, and stop following. "Come on, slut. You're going to put on a show for me. And you're going to put on the show wherever I tell you to put on the show." With that, I give the leash a strong pull, and you fall forward again.

But still, no budging. Sigh.

I turn around and step in front of you, pulling up on the leash so that you sit up. Quickly, I give you a hard, deliberate slap on the right cheek, then on the left. Your head whips from side to side, and your cheeks turn bright red. The straps for the gag and the gag itself provide more hard surfaces than usual, and I'm sure these slaps sting more than usual. You let out a squeal with each slap, but as I lean down, the defiance has left your eyes. Instead, it is replaced by.... hunger? Hard to tell.

"That's better."

I turn around and drag you outside, with you following obediently on all fours. I settle down in the dinky little outdoor seat, the crop across my legs.

"Now, my good little fuck pet, masturbate. Give me a good show. Show me how fucking wet you are from all this. But don't you dare cum without permission." Still on all fours, you sit down on the cold, hard concrete, and start to rub your clit. First slowly, then picking up speed... until you clearly realize you're about to cum, and then quickly slow down again.

"Come on, show me how much all of this has turned you on." As you spread your legs, is that a grin that I also see spreading across your face? The gag makes it all a bit difficult to see, but.... you push your fingers into your pussy, give them a few vigorous strokes, and then hold them up to show me how they're dripping with your juices. "Good girl.... you love this, don't you, slut? I might have to call you my little pain slut from now on out if this continues..." As a response, you just go back to masturbating, this time with both hands: one rubbing your clit, the other fucking your dripping pussy.

As much as I enjoy the show, I decide to take a look around to the other balconies. Sadly, no one there to enjoy the free peep show. There are a few lights on in some of the rooms, but summer is not high season here, and no one is outside enjoying the evening. That's a shame – I would think this would have provided at least some masturbation material for some. Possibly even given some couple some ideas... But that's just more reason for me to take it fully in.

At this point, your chin is up, your chest is out, and you're focusing on masturbating and not cumming. Your breathing is heavy, and your body is jerking as your need to orgasm slowly ebbs and wanes. "Don't forget your butt plug. I want to see you fuck yourself with it." You slide down further on the ground, tilting your pelvis up. You carefully grab the base of the plug, and slowly, ever so slowly, start to pull it out of your ass. As it moves past your sphincter, you relax a bit, and make a show of almost fully pulling it out, then moving it back in. As your ass acclimates to the movement, you start fucking yourself more earnestly, and your other hand moves back to rubbing your clit.

"Very nice.... now that's a good little fucktoy." Now you really get into it, and start to alternate fucking your ass with the dildo, fucking your pussy with your fingers, pulling on the nipple chain, and generally just rubbing your hands over your entire body. It's entrancing, actually. The kind of show I could watch until your pussy is raw and my balls explode.

I don't really know how long I let you put on your peep show, but at some point, my cock and my balls are screaming for relief. Still no other spectators than some birds coming by, and I decide to move the fun back inside.

"Come, my little toy", I say as I pick up the leash and get back inside with you. This time, I don't care that you actually stand up; we can worry about proper pet walking later. Right now, I've got some blue balls to attend to. As I walk in, I spot the bondage tape and your red lipstick out of the corner of my eye.

Ah... what's a few more seconds to make it perfect?

I toss you onto the bed, then grab the tape and the lipstick. The lipstick first: uncapping it, I hold you down around your shoulder with one hand, and position the lipstick right underneath your left breast. You eye it suspiciously, but really are in no position to do much about.

I draw out a nice, big "Cum" on your chest, then move below your navel, and continue with a "dump" between your hips. For the finish is "ster" right on your pubic mound. "Cum dumpster", I read out. "That's right, I'm going to make you into my cum dumpster. You're going to take my cum where ever, whenever, and however I give it to you. And you're going to love every second of it, aren't you, my cum dumpster?" Your eyes are wide at the new name I'm affixing to you. Your legs, on the other hand, betray just how turned on you are again – it's almost as if you're trying to masturbate with your legs.

Is there anything that doesn't turn you on? I sure plan to find out whatever will turn you on.

The tape is next. I grab a handful of your hair, and pull you up with it into a sitting position. With a bit of practice under my belt now, taping a criss-cross pattern over your eyes is quick. I take a look at the work, and am satisfied that you're now mute (well, mostly), as well as blind. It tends to enhance the other senses that much more.

I step back from the bed, and admire my work.

You're blind, gagged, have chains restraining your wrists and ankles, clamps deliciously torturing your nipples, and a collar marking you as the fuck pet that you are. Splendid. The only thing missing are any sort of hooks or posts around the bed... curse you, modern minimalist hotel decorations! I'll have to make do with just tying you in knots.

I push you back down onto the bed, and unhook the chains from your cuffs. Time to rearrange the layout. I hook the first chain back onto your wrist cuff, run it through the collar, and down to your leg. As you have no idea what's going on, I grab your leg and move it back to your head until I can attach the chain to its hook. The chain is only about two feet long, and I'm glad for your flexible limbs. Your hand is right next to the O-ring on the collar, and your thigh is sitting on your chest, with the foot straining the chain and making sure your hand stays put. Now for the other half of your body.... soon enough, you're nicely packaged up.

Again, I take a bit of a step back, and check the result. There doesn't seem to be any pinching or over-stretching going on, and blood flow seems to be good as well. That's one definite advantage leather cuffs have over metal handcuffs: I can tie you into far more positions without worrying about any sort of blood flow issues. And I get a beautiful symmetry out of it all, what with you almost hogtied and on your back. You're now testing how far the restraints go, and the only thing you manage to achieve is to rock your body from side to side, and to somewhat spread and close your legs. Whatever you do though, your pussy and your ass is easily accessible.

And now I plan to take advantage of it.

"You know what's coming next, don't you, fucktoy?" A heavy breathing is all I get in response. Your legs shake in anticipation.

"That's right, I'm going to reward all your hard work and all your obedience, wetness, masturbation by fucking..."I pause just a second for effect. "... your ass." At that word, you start to moan indistinctly, flail as much as you can with all the chains, trying to hide your ass from the impending penetration. But your hands can't really move without your legs getting bent uncomfortably, your legs are stopped by the wrist cuffs on the O-ring, and rolling on your side does nothing to hide your ass.

I enjoy the moment, and decide to taunt you a bit more.

"Where are you going, my little cum dumpster? Are you trying to run away?" You've settled on just flailing with your head and torso, and whelping behind your gag. I check carefully for the agreed upon safe "word" with the gag: three shakes of the head, with three synchronous and distinct "mmmhh". No, it's just uncoordinated flailing, and continuous whelping. While you're still thrashing around, I strip off my clothes, and finally give my rock-hard cock some breathing room. Time to get the lube ready – thank god it's not far, in my sports bag. I may have just used your pussy juices as lube if it hadn't been. I get back onto the bed, spread one leg as far as it goes, and put the other hand on your throat.

"I'm going to take your anal cherry, and there's nothing you can do about it. I will fuck your ass hard, I will fuck it deep, I will cum inside your ass, and you will love every second of it. Clear?"

At this, your flailing stops, and your whelping turns back into just heavy breathing. I let go of you, and take time to fully lube up my entire cock, until it's nice and slippery. I plan on this being just the first time I fuck your ass, not the last time.

Now to remove the final barrier: the butt plug you've had inside you almost all day. I grab the base, and carefully get the narrow end past the sphincter, before quickly just yanking it out. As I spread your ass cheeks, I can see that despite all the drama, your pussy is still swollen and wet. I tease you just a bit with my cock, but quickly settle its tip against your ass. You may be turned on, but you're also still nervous: your ass is clenched tight.

"Ttake a deep breath and then relax.... I will fuck your ass, and it's going to be more enjoyable for you if you relax." I hear you breathe in deeply, and slowly start to push against your ass. As you exhale, I can feel your muscles relax, and my cock is slowly gliding into your ass. Once the head is past the sphincter, a slight push is all it takes to move it almost all the way in.

Your ass took well to the training, as it takes my cock now much more easily than it took the dildo earlier. And that was only barely 24 hours before.... I wait a bit as I settle my cock in your ass.

"How is, slut? Do you like my cock in your ass?" With that, I slowly start to pull it out. "Do you want more, slut? Do you want me to fuck your ass until I cum inside it? Do you want to be my little anal cum dumpster?" With all the restraints, you can barely move your head, but by now, you're just moaning – deep, guttural moans, that are more lustful than anything so far. \

"I take that as a yes, my little fucktoy." I almost fully pull out, then start to slowly move back in; this time, all the way to the hilt. I wait again a little bit, to let you adjust, but it looks like you're all adjusted as is. And with that, I start to fuck your ass in earnest. No more stopping, just pure, slow, lustful fucking. "Do you like this, fucktoy? You love having your ass fucked like a whore, like a porn star, don't you? Your tight ass and your dripping pussy gives your sluttiness away, slut."

I decide to check your pussy, and run two fingers over it, then jam them hard into it. As expected, you're wet, wet, wet. Inside your pussy, I can feel my cock moving in and out of your ass, and it's an incredible feeling. I decide to push your limits, and move a third finger inside your pussy. I can feel you being stretched, with your ass tightening around my dick, and you trying to spread your legs as far as possible. "How is it, my little cunt? Do you like having your ass and pussy stuffed? Come on, I know you can take more."

I press my fingers against your g-spot, and suddenly, you just start convulsing and wailing. Your orgasm that was building for the last hours has finally arrived, and it's like a freight train: you just keep cumming and cumming and cumming, moaning, groaning, thrashing as much as the chains let you... I decide to go for it as well, and pick up the pace fucking your ass – your pussy can wait. At this point, I'm just railing your ass like I would your pussy, and the friction is starting to build up to an incredible orgasm. Not long after, I can feel it starting in my balls. I just bury my cock to the hilt in your ass, grab your throat, and immediately start to cum in huge spurts. It feels like an eternity as my muscles tense, my cock spasms out cum, and I groan like a bear in heat. It's about the most intense orgasm ever.

After it finally subsides, I feel my cum lubricating your ass anew, and I decide to keep fucking you for as long as the hard-on persists. By now, you're a mess: orgasm-addled brain, sweat building up, my cum dripping out of your ass, your cum dripping out of your pussy, hair matting... and it's glorious.

As my cock finally starts to soften a bit, I pull out of your ass, but I can't just let you go just yet. There is at least a few more orgasms in you. Without untying you, I start fucking your pussy first with two fingers, then with three. Pressing on your g-spot is definitely working for you – but what really pushes you over the edge is when I use the other hand to push down on your stomach right over your g-spot. It takes only a few seconds of that to send you over the edge again and again. By the time I push a fourth finger inside you and bury my hand up to my thumb inside you, you're reduced to little more than a moaning, writhing mess, trying to fit everything inside you, roiling from every orgasm.

"What a little slut you are... it's not enough that you have my cum dripping from your ass, no, you also take my entire hand up your cunt. You're my personal anal whore, my personal fuck meat, my personal cum dumpster that takes anything and everything I fuck her with. I could fuck you with a baseball bat and you'd still cum like a banshee, wouldn't you, my little sex toy?" Still just moaning coming from your gagged mouth, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't matter at this point if you're gagged or not. "I've fucked you in all holes, taken you in any way I want, and you still want more. Don't you, you slut?" I'm not really waiting for an answer, but I'm taking your general shaking, thrashing, and moaning as a resounding yes.

"Good job, little sex kitten. Time for a break." With that, I roll off the bed, head to the bathroom, and do a little clean-up on myself. Next time, we'll work on an actual enema. Anal sex is great, but it's even better if it doesn't require additional clean-up." When I head back, you're still tightly wrapped up, sweat starting to bead off your forehead. I unhook the chains from the cuffs, and you slowly uncurl from your restraints.

"How do you feel?"

"mmhhbbmhmm."

"Oh, right."

I lift your head of the bed, and undo the gag straps. Gently lifting it up, you slowly unclench your jaws, and the gag drops out of your mouth.

"Ahhhwwwwmmmm..." You finally close your mouth again after what seems like an eternity chomping on the gag. "Wow." You pause for a second. "WOW."

"I take it you enjoyed yourself."

"Oh, WOW." You move some hair back behind your ears, wipe some sweat from your face, and stare in my direction. Which is just mildly unsettling, considering you're still completely blindfolded. "That was.... intense."

"Didn't think you ever going to do any of that before you showed up here, did you?"

"Yeah..."

"But you not only did it, you also went wild with it. You're a born little slut, clearly." I grin. You pick up on it, and smile broadly.

"Yeah, we're a couple of perverts, aren't we?"

"We sure are..."

You try to undo the blindfold, but I slap your hand away. "You're still my little fucktoy, and my little fucktoy keeps her blindfold on." Instead, I shepherd you to the bathroom, with your cuffs and collar clinking along the way, and you find out how to brush your teeth and clean up blind folded. For some of it, you need assistance (putting toothpaste on a toothbrush turns out to be a highly complex maneuver once you take away eye sight), but mostly I just enjoy you being naked, and completely unable to escape any groping or fondling I do. The squeals and objections you put out just make it more fun.

Shortly thereafter, we fall into bed, and quickly doze off into an often interrupted sleep. Mostly it's just me waking up with a hard-on, feeling a soft tit under my hand, and just tossing you into position and driving my cock into your cunt. Or your mouth. Either way, you obediently take my cock however I shove it in to you. You even barely flinch when I slip out of your dripping pussy, and instead push my cock into your ass. All that you get out is a moaned "Oh god..." before you grab your legs and spread them as far as they go. Before the night is over, I end up filling every one of your holes with my cum. That night, you truly earn your title "cum dumpster".

As I wake up again, I can see the sun peek in between the curtains. Crap – what time is it? The hotel watch says something about 10AM, and I mutter "crap, crap, crap" under my breath. It's a long drive home, and I'd rather not get stuck in the general traffic out of here. Two-lane roads can be hell with an entire megalopolis driving back home on them. I get out of bed, and take a long look back at you. Your black hair is matted, there's sweat and cum drying all over your body, the bondage tape is still over your eyes, and your collar is just barely sticking out from underneath the blanket.

A perfect sight. And yet...

I quietly gather my stuff, clean up a bit, and get dressed. You're still asleep, snoring softly. I ponder for a second whether to wake you, but decide against it. You've earned some rest. Instead, I grab a pen and hotel stationary from the desk, and write a quick note on it. Which quickly covers the entire page – inspiration turns into further instructions. I fold it into a little tent, and place it on the night stand next to your bed. The bondage tape blindfold... That's no good by herself. I take out the safety scissors, and carefully cut the tape behind your ear.

You grunt a little, but are clearly not ready to get up. Instead, you just reflexively wipe your hand over face, drag the tape off, and then grab a pillow and cover your eyes with it. I chuckle a bit. She's going to be out for a while. Just in case, I set the alarm for about noon. Setting up a late check-out with the front desk should give you enough time and sleep.

I grab my bag, and head softly out the door. In my head, I go over the note I left you. I wonder if you'll follow the next instructions as faithfully as the first ones? Well, there's only one way to find out...