Sarah's Journey into Submission

Feeling a chill, I realize that I had perspired to the point that my body was covered with sweat. Tired and weary, I hang loosely in my bonds, but I'm no worse for wear; my nipples were raw and they hurt a little, but they hurt good; my pussy was a bright crimson, sore but still very wet; my clit was even still erect and standing proud, begging for attention. Sometimes I think it has a mind of its own!

Suddenly she' straddles my head, and I smile eagerly as I looked up at my Mistress's lovely wet pussy. It must have been as moist as my own, if not more so, and she lowers her mound to my mouth. We're in a standing 69 now.

"You have a job to do before you're let down," she says with softness.

I wonder for a quick second why she didn't have me service her while the wax was doing its thing between my legs, either to add to my torment or make me work just that little bit harder to make her cum, but it dawns on me just as the thoughts pool in my head. As much "fun" as it probably would have been for her to do so, she had wanted to be there to see my reactions, both between my legs and more importantly those on my face; to gauge the severity of my ordeal and see how much I could take, and if it was ever too much. She knew damn well that I wouldn't call a stop to things, almost no matter what I was being tormented with, but my face was like an open book to her and she could read me like the back of her hand, and know when I really had had enough or when I could keep going.

I moan happily as I open my mouth to receive, lick and suck my Mistress's clit and I assault her sweet cunt with my lips and tongue. Her own lips find their way between my legs as I begin to work mine, and suddenly her tongue is sucking, licking and soothing the hurt away. We both moan in pleasure as my tongue darts in and out of her pussy.

I begin to rub my Mistress' clit with my nose, and as I move my head back and forth she trembles, fully aroused from waxing my pussy, and I can sense that she's close. I feel my own orgasm rise at the same time, and moan into her cunt as I like it long and hard. Knowing that her expertly dancing tongue was going to make me cum again soon, I buried my own tongue deep into her pussy as I moan aloud.

Soon I can feel her body begin to shake, and I try to concentrate on my writhing Mistress as my own body begins to quiver, her marvellous tongue driving me towards the edge. Sensing that she was close to an orgasm, I intensify my licking and suck her clit harder, and I'm rewarded with her muffled screams into my pussy as she convulses in a savage cum, shaking and squirming from absolute pleasure. Between her cries, she taps on the plug in my ass with a finger and tells me to cum too, and that's all I need to explode at the same time as she does.

I bury my face into my Mistress's pussy, my tongue swirling as I groaned aloud, quivering and wiggling as I erupt in my own savage orgasm. Her own equally powerful orgasm squirts her nectar into my face, to drench it with her juices.

[As our mutual orgasms subside, blah blah. She lets me down until I'm laying flat on the ground. She ties me down in an X on the floor, wrists, ankles and neck.]

"Didn't think we would be done just like that, did you?"

[I whimper, I get the ballgag and soft cries as the cloverleaf clamps are applied to my sore nipples, and she explains that they're there to tenderize the area for something else later on. My mind wander again, and that's the biggest part of the whole game as I think about what new torment she has in store. I take deep breaths around the gag.]

"In the meantime," she says standing above me. I open my eyes and she has another candle in her hands and I cringe. She holds it high above me.

[I keep my eyes open to see the wax begin to drop, but then they close shut and I give little cries are it drips down onto my belly. She hold sit high but it's still painfully hot. Drop, drop, drop, drop onto my stomach and abdomen. A few drops find the bottoms of my right breast and I give little whimpers. Other drops find the deep valley between them. More drops and I'm crying out as they overlap the previous ones, then find my left breast and travel down the other side of my abdomen and stomach. A few more find my hips and I pull on the ropes.]

[Then it's up and over my breasts and I give loud cries, shaking uncontrollably as the drip drip drip of the wax begins to cover them, the clamps moving around violently on my nipples. Back to my abdomen, then down the V of my crotch and down my legs and calves, top of my feet. I'm crying out as she travels up the other leg, shaking my head.]

[I yell and scream and don't call out, but she knows it's too much and she's there by my head. "Intense?" she whispers softly. I'm shaking all over, body racked but I shake my head back and forth, saying no as she strokes my forehead. "Breathe through it," she re-assures, wiping my forehead.. When I finally come down, she asks and I say I'm ok, I'm fine, I'm good. She sees it in my eyes and my face that I'm telling the truth, not just putting on a show.]

[She asks if I can continue then, and she knows full well what my answer will be and that I'll say yes just because, but there's tenderness and softness as she asks for real. Finally I answer a yes and she can see it in my face again that I'm not just bullshitting.]

[Again the wax comes and I'm a little more used to it now, not shaking as badly but still crying out. When she sees my face relax enough and my body becomes more accustomed to it, she turns on the vibrator. More wax, drip drip drip until that's it.]

[This time, there's no tenderness when she removes the wax. She grabs at my sides with all her fingers, pulling. Pulling, pulling and I cry out each time. Then she's slapping with her palms on my abdomen and hard ads and stomach, then thighs and calves. I cry and breathe hard.]

"Gotta get all that wax off."

[Slaps at the other side, pain and shock and awe but she reads my body language. I'm not tense or pulling to try to get away, just shocked and befuddled. Which is what she wants, no?]

[Once most of it is off, she returns with another vibrator. Reward? She pushes it in between my legs, and works me until I'm going to come but then stops. Not just yet. Removes the gag and it's in another 69 and soon I'm lost once again. We cum at the same time and she pulls the plug out when I burst. She keeps going on me after I cum though, and I stop licking her, my head limp and going into subspace. She doesn't say anything but continues to work, building me up again until I cum buckets.]

[She's up and removing more wax from my arms and the soft tender flesh below. Flicks the wax from my breasts and I give little cries as they shake all over when her hand rub my abdomen back and forth, the clamps which I had almost forgot move about and Oh my god. "Ohhh, am I shaking those?" "Yeeeeeesssssssssss!" "That's too bad." More rubbing. "Gotta get all this wax off."]

Chapter 39

Day 5.

[The final day is about testing my physical ability. I'm super fit so she's going to see how hard she can push me. She wants to know if all the sadistic torment up 'til now had prepped me for the most gruelling day yet.]

[First scene, I'm on my back laying on a pad with my knees up in the air, frozen in the middle of leg crunch. Knees up high and bent towards my chest to 96 degrees, feet together. I'm made to use every bit of strength I have to prevent further torture to my nipples because they are clamped and the chain pulled and tied to my feet. If my feet lower my nipples suffer. Eventually I can't and lay my legs flat and they're pulled to the max.]

Chapter 40

[Coming up on the end of month 3, last 2 months all ended with going out somewhere public, and they seemed to grow in frequency of what I was made to wear under my clothes or what I was "suffering" through. This time it's not different, and I wonder what I'm for?]

[Starts ben walls balls in my pussy, I clamp down hard as I stand and she says I'll get a little help to keep them in so don't worry. They're intended to NOT provide me with enough stimulation to cum but enough to keep me right on the edge and in a constant state of arousal.]

[Outfit is followed by a simple breast tie, squeezing them together and then around to pinch the nipples. Brings it down to a crotch rope, with two strands to pinch my clit between them and up to wrap around my shoulders. Has the effect of pinching my nipples and clit as I walk. Excruciatingly delicious.]

[I wear a short jean skirt, thankful of its thickness to hide the ropes, a white halter top and a black jacket over top, once again hiding ropes. Unable to wear a collar, I get a black choker to finish it off, with little metal hearts clasps in the little. I look amazing, I have to say. :)]

[Before we leave, she says she forgot something. Bend over, lifting skirt, and told to spread my cheeks apart. Give soft cries as the rope is pulled between my legs. She separated the ropes bring pulled through my cheeks and I get a vibrating dildo in my ass.]

[Turns the plug on low and off we go. OOoooo, ahhh all the way to the garage. With every step, my ass contracts around the vibrator a bit and the balls are doing their job moving around inside my pussy, and it tightens and squeezes around them. I dunno how I'm going to make it through the evening.]

[Sit in the back seat, and they put it on high as we go to the restaurant and I'm squirming around, trying to watch outside of the car to keep my mind off of it.]

[Goes back down to low as we arrive and then we're seated. Pleasant meal, halfway through Mistress asks me to accompany to washroom. We go into a stall (thank-god!) and she has my unzip the skirt and raise my shirt. Little nipple clamps are attached and one more for my clit, all attached with a Y chain. Nipples are already hard and pinched so she has to pull them a little to get the clamp on, but she does that anyways no? Same with clit, it's already hard and exposed and being rubbed from the ropes on either side of it. Squeal a little as the clamp goes on the hood, trapping the little bud. Hope no one heard.]

[Dressed once more, we go back to the table. She thrums the plug up to a medium and I try to contain myself. Eventually we go home, and in the car we sit in the back while he drives. She plays with me all the way home, the vibrator on full. ]

[Nipple clamp catches when I get out of car, give a little yell. Back upstairs and I'm sandwiched between the two of them, her working my front with a strap-on and him in the back. It's amazing!]

Chapter 41

[Introduced to other people, clubs and stuff but no play. Just talking and introductions until one night come home with another couple. She's on top, he on the bottom. Hmmm, interesting.]

[Starts on the bed, he's tied in an X to the posts. Vibrator dildo in his ass, nipple clamps connected to a cock ring with a Y chain. He's hard as a rock. I'm told to get up on the bed and position into a 69. I do, settling myself on top of him, and she explains how he's never cum from just a mouth on his cock, so I have a job to do. Can I, with my magical mouth?]

[Always up for a challenge, so let's go.]

[After a little bit, she slips a vibrator into my ass, and I have to reach back and fuck myself with it. This brings me down onto my one forearm to hold myself up, and I take more of his cock into my mouth. Tongue washes his cock as I take the whole length. Gluk, gluk, gluk.]

[Cane on right ass cheek. Come on, can't take all day. I feel him tense but he's still a ways away. Cane on my foot and I wiggle and squeal, then the other foot. How come it's taking sooo damn long? Play with his balls, and I have to use my elbow to hold myself up now. Continue fucking myself, his tongue feels like magic and I want to cum, but I can't until he does. Finally use my tongue and mouth around the head, and after a few minutes of tugging on his balls (which tugs on the nipple clamps), he's cumming in my mouth and I never even had to touch his cock.]

[Yay me. :)]

Chapter 42

[After another whole week of play and more meeting of people (all casually), there's going to be a party and I'm going to be the hostess, serving drinks and snacks. Oh boy, I have a feeling that's not going to be quite it. We go over everything beforehand, in one of those moments when we're just two people talking, to make sure I'm comfortable with this, and then she explains I might have to do "more" and even as she explains some of the things, and even though she's quite vague and doesn't give any specifics (why spoil the fun after all?) of what I might have to do, I find myself growing wetter as I nod and say it's OK.]

[I get a good sized plug to keep me company then, buckled with a leather belt around my waist and then another up between my legs and I go about the room serving drinks and what not, dressed in a skirt and blouse. After a little while, I get the little screw clamps on my nipples, under my outfit. Resume serving, then I get the little vibrating ring on my clit, held in place as the wide belt goes over my clit, and resume serving. Another little while, and I get little clamps for my outer pussy lips and I resume serving duties.]

[Finally, entertainment is to begin, and guess what, but I'm the main show! Have to stand in the middle and strip, and I freeze. It was one thing walking around the room, with all the things under my clothes, and I'm sure they knew something was up but they couldn't have known exactly what... but now they're going to get the full picture. I want to bolt out the door, but with shaky fingers I begin to strip, and even put on a little show as I do, because well... :)]

[Once I'm naked and standing before them, the comments start and I blush, redder than a tomato or anything else. They notice how my ass is a warm red and how my cheeks are turning the same color and they get even redder. Comment on the plug in my ass, how lovely it looks with my firm ass cheeks clenching and oh god, it's taking all I can to stay there. ]

[Finally, Mistress has me walk over to her. Taking a small ball from the box before her. She throws it. "Fetch that for me, on your knees." I hesitate but before she has to repeat the command, and I know what that always means, I fetch it, quickly. More urgent because of my condition. The movements making all the clamps wiggle and the plug inside my ass move all the more. ]

[She sits on a chair and waits for me to bring the ball to her with my hands. No, she says, with your mouth. I whimper, and reach down to grasp it in my teeth and then bring it back to her on my hands and knees. She throws it again when I bring it back, then again after that, and again. I loose count after ten. Doing what she wanted in urgent haste and debasement. Hoping to please her enough to take the driving orgasmic irritation from inside me. "Do not dare orgasm," she says, seeing it on my face. This amuses the crowd as they see it too, my fuck-me-I'm-going-to-cum-face. I hang my head, ashamed that I had been so obviously aroused in front of a group of people. ]

[Finally, it's a "come here and turn around." I do, bending over so she could see my tan, red buttocks and keeping my legs well apart when she tells me to. "Back up closer to me. I need some leverage to push this in." She has another phallus in her hands and I whimper. It was one of those thin then wide then thin ones. The kind that stretches your ass impossibly large then closes around it after. "Spread them," and I reach back to comply, looking at the floor because I'm sure as hell not going to look at anyone. She takes the plug out and I gasp, then I feel the small end of the new being pushed easily into my ass and I rest my face near the floor in resignation. It's not uncomfortably large as it goes inside me, I've had much bigger of course, even the real thing. I feel it spearing me, filling me, then buckled into place to be held even against the push of the muscles of my anus. She strokes my back, pulling on my hair so I would stand up. "Come with me." ]

[Back in the middle of the room, standing before everyone.]

"Who wants to help remove the clamps?"

[This gets several volunteers, and I stand where with my legs spread and hands clasped behind my head, shoulders out, breasts pushed forward, ass out and on display for the world, it seems. Volunteers come up one by one and I squeeze my eyes shut as they remove the clamps form my body.]

[Next, a little education perhaps?]

[She hands out a series of toys; a flogger, a cane, a paddle, a hand brush, and so on. Told to bend over and grasp my ankles, and then it starts as they one by one come up to deliver a few strikes with each as they're taught how to use whatever implement they have. When they've all had their turn, Mr. Munroe comes with the cane, so that he can show everyone how to properly use it; how you can give a girl nice little red welts without breaking the skin or causing any real damage. I'm told to stand up for this, legs wide, hands back behind my head and he starts with my legs, going up my calves and then thighs, inside and out. Now bend over, and he works my ass. Down on my knees, and he works my breasts, teaching the class as it were. One final lesson are the feet, and I cringe because it's what I hate the most.]

When that's done and I'm given some water to drink and my body is covered with nice little red welts, she hands out another series of toys out to everyone ; she passes out (a few pairs?!) of the metal nipple clamps that can be tightened, a nipple stretcher that consists of a rubber saddle thing that goes between the breasts with this T shaped rod extended from it and on top of that are cloverleaf clamps that can be stretched towards the top of the T, some little metal bra thing with holes for the nipples to be pulled through, another pair of metal nipple stretchers that are like two rings connected together with some rods with the clamps on the top so the bottom ones can be placed onto the areola and then the clamp stretches them up to the other ring, and one more devious metal device the fits around the areola and has these little metal chopsticks that trap the nipple.

'Damn, my indestructible nipples are really in for it now,' I think to myself.

[She then comes back to remove the vibrating ring and the belt, but keeping the plug nestled inside my bum. When she removes the crotch strap, I lose concentration and the balls slip right out from my overheated pussy. Oh no, I think! But she says don't worry, for those to have slid out that easily, they must have done their job. She slides two fingers into me then, rubs my clit and says yes, it feels like they did.]

With hot blood pumping with fury through my limbs, I struggle for composure. Sweat breaking out all over my body as I fight the urge to flee this room, and all the people in it. I can see them and can only guess at what they think as they look at me; my burnished naked flesh, my new red welts, and the visible fluids on my thighs from desire. I tighten at the picture I must represent, and it almost has me needing nothing else to orgasm where I stand. Breathing in short hot bursts as if I had been running, I ask her to be blindfolded and gagged and she grants me that with a surprised expression, asking with a smile if I'd prefer to be tied up as well? I nod, not knowing if I have the courage to stand there on my own, and she binds my hands above and behind my neck, lifting my breasts in the process. My legs spread, she ties my ankles to the floor and once I'm gagged and blindfolded and tied into place, I settle down somewhat and the humiliation of it all subsides (somewhat anyways).

"If she's gagged, what about her safe-word?" That was a woman, older with a voice like melted honey.