Introduction to Submission

"Keep your legs spread." As the water washes off the soap, I run my fingers along your crack,gradually pushing one into your ass. You reflexively tighten - "Relax. Clenching just makes it worse." It doesn't change much, but at least you don't tighten it more around my finger. Slowly, I move my finger in and out of your ass, making sure to have as much water as possible run into it. Once I've gotten a bit of water into it, I pull my finger out, lather a bit of soap onto it, then work it back into your ass. This time, you cringe a bit.

"Oww – that burns!"

"Sorry about that. No real enema to be had – this will have to do. Don't worry, it will be over soon." Once I have a bit of soap inside, I again work water inside your ass, and have it wash out the soap. It's not a full enema, but it'll do the trick for now.

"All done. Now, instructions for today: you are to keep your ass clean at all times. You go to the bathroom, you wash yourself clean. There will be checks, and there will be consequences if I find that you didn't follow the instructions. Got that?"

"Yes sir. Can I... what... what do you have in mind?"

"I'm sure you can figure this out, my little fucktoy: I intend to take your anal cherry today." I can hear you draw in a sharp breath. "I will take your ass like I took your cunt: deep, and hard."

"I.... I'm not used to that. Please..." I can hear actual concern in your voice. Understandable – your ass isn't used to taking a dick, it doesn't have any lubrication, and you remember the hard pounding I gave you last night.

"Have some faith. I'm a consensual sadist, not an abuser." I smile, and wink. "But your ass is mine." And with that, I shove my finger back into your ass.

"Mmmhhh!"

"Keep that in mind."

With that, I wash off quickly, and step out of the shower.

Next up: breakfast. As a matter of fact, breakfast in bed. Might as well take advantage of room-service.

"What do you like for breakfast?" I yell into the direction of the bathroom?.

"What?" I walk over to the bathroom.

"Breakfast. There's continental, yoghurt, pancakes, waffles, omelet, orange juice, tea, coffee... The only thing they're missing is barbeque. What do you want?"

"Ohhh.... waffles! Waffles, orange juice, and some toast."

"Waffles, OJ, and toast it is."

I throw on some clothes, call up room-service, and add an omelet and yoghurt to it. Time to kill half an hour before they show up with food.

I root through my sports bag, and organize the day's festivities. Leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, collar, long chains... ah, there's the ball gag. Now, just missing is.... ah, there they are. A pair of small nipple clamps, held together by a small chain.

Just in time, as you step out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around your body. Some habits die hard, I chuckle inside.

I step up in front of you, and rip off the towel. "On your knees, slut." It takes you a few seconds to realize that I'm taking back control. In that time, I've grabbed your hair, pulled it down behind your back, and with a hard gasp, you stumble to your knees.

"Now the rules for today. You already got one: keep your ass clean at all times. The next one: you will wear what I tell you to wear, and only that. Rule number three: you will cum only when I allow you to. Got that?"

"Yes, sir. But... isn't that the same as yesterday?"

"Sort of. There is one rule I haven't mentioned though: you are not to leave this room without my permission."

"Whaat??" There is genuine surprise in your voice. "You're going to make me stay in this room??"

"Yes."

"And... what are you going to do all day??" Surprise has made way for... sadness? Anger? Disappointment? Hard to tell. But you're not taking it so well.

"Well – I've got a workout to get in. That's about two hours. I've got a few emails to check up on and reply to.... probably 30 mins. And finally, I've got an Economist to finish – or at least get through the important articles. Most importantly though, I plan on having my fucktoy service me when I need a break. You will service me at my whim, and for that, you need to be in the room. Got that?"

"But.... what am I going to do???"

"Excellent question. Final rule: you are to keep your cunt wet at all times. However you want to do it – masturbating, fantasizing, whatever it is that keeps you wet and horny. When I walk in here, I want your cunt to be at flood stage. Understood?"

"All day...?"

"I think it'll be a few hours. The thought of my own bitch in heat waiting for me in my room won't keep me away that long. Now. Is all that clear?"

"Yes... sir."

"Perfect. I expected nothing less. Now, for what you'll wear... hold tight, while I dress you."

I bring over the various cuffs and chains, and your eyes get big. You're getting an idea of how you'll spend the day...

The wrist cuffs go on first. Heavy duty leather, they're almost too big for your tiny wrists. No matter, if I wanted actual restraints, you'd get the metal cuffs on. The upside is that the leather is soft, and there is no risk of cutting off any blood-supply, or even any chafing. Next up, the ankle cuffs. Same type of heavy leather, with a large D-ring at their center. Finally, the leather collar, with an O-ring hanging off the front of it. Not too tight – even fur-lined, they can be dangerous if on too tight.

I run my finger under it after fastening it: perfect size. Excellent. Now for the final touches: nipple clamps and ball gag. When I pull them out, you have a stumped look on your face. Not surprising, as they work a bit differently from normal clamps: two small metal bars with round plastic covers on their ends make up each clamp, with the actual clamping mechanism being a small ring that one slides up and down the metal bars. The two clamps are connected by a small metal chain – really rather stylish, I have to admit. As I put your first nipple between the two bars of a clamp, it's suddenly dawning on you what's about to happen.

"Wait, all day? Nonono.."

Instead of a response, I just tighten the bars by sliding the little metal ring towards the end. The bars clamp your nipple like tweezers – hard enough to stay on, but the plastic caps soften the pinch. A bit.

"Owww! That hurts!"

"Did I ask for your opinion? No? Then take it, slut." This time though, you try to get up on your feet and get away. Well, that's why the cuffs and collar are on. I quickly hook a finger through the O-ring on your collar, and yank you back down.

"I don't remember giving you permission to get up, cunt. Get on all fours." A quick pull further on the collar puts your head almost onto the ground. "Now stay there." I grab the crop from the bag, and position myself behind you. "This will just not do." With that, I bring down the crop on your ass cheeks. Repeatedly. And, for good measure, a whack on your exposed pussy. That one actually makes you jerk your body away, and wrings out a squeak from you.

"Did we learn a lesson, cunt?"

"Yes, sir. I will wear the clamps, sir. Sir... can I take them off at some point? They really hurt..."

"Sounds like you weren't quite paying attention. The rules are for all day, but I'm not going to be here all day. So. What happens when I'm gone? I personally don't know, and what I do know will depend on what I see when I come back in. I know the clamps hurt, and you won't be able to wear them the entire day. So, what matters is what I see when I walk through the door. Same for everything else. As long as you wear what I expect when I come through that door, I will consider you to have obeyed the rules. Now, still questions?"

"No sir." Good. I pick up the other clamp, and attach it to the other nipple. You take a sharp breath in through your lips, but you don't move.

"Good girl."

There's a sudden knock on the door. "Room-service!"

Already? Man, they're fast. "One second, please!", I yell in the direction of the door. I take a look at you, with cuffs on all limbs, a collar, clamps on your nipples... that will take a while to get off. Unless.... a better idea suddenly gets into my head. A devious smile comes across my lips. I grab the scarf from last night, pull you up by the collar, and move you to the bathroom. As you walk, the rings and chains clink and clank... a most delicious noise with your naked body.

I position you in front of the mirror, put the scarf over your eyes, and whisper in your ear: "Now masturbate, my little fucktoy. And don't stop until I tell you." I move back out the door, and.. yes, it is oriented perfectly. It opens to the left, which means that even if it is partially open, the waiter would not see anything. On the way out though, the mirror would provide a great reflection.... I take a final look inside, and your hands are on your clit, the clamps still on, and the cuffs complete a perfect look. I unlocked the door bolt, and motioned the waiter.

"Room service, sir! Where should I put it?" Cheerful lad. Probably in his twenties or so. Great – the perfect audience. I'm sure that if he catches a glimpse, he will appreciate the show. And will have a great story to tell. I wonder if I can count that as a tip? I motion him over to the table near the window, and he diligently rolls the cart over. Omelet, yoghurt, OJ, waffles and toast are quickly organized on the table, and I sign the room service check as he works.

"Have a great day, sir!" he says, as he wheels the cart around and towards the door. As I said, a cheerful lad. As he gets closer to the bathroom, I watch him carefully, and.... there goes the head. To his credit, he only barely slowed down passing, but I'm sure he got a long, hard look at that little pixie in the bathroom, masturbating furiously in an outrageous get up. Excellent.....

He had a huge grin on his face as he turned around at the door to open it and get the cart through. "Let us know if you need anything else, sir!" I'm sure you will be up here in a flash if I ask for anything else. Well, I always say – treat the staff right, and you'll get great service.

I walk back into the bathroom, with you still masturbating. I move your hand away from your pussy, and shove my fingers inside. Dripping wet. Excellent.

"You provided a great show to that waiter, slut. He had the biggest.."

"He saw me???"

"... grin on his face. He sure did. Door was open."

"What??" You give me one of your patented punches into the chest.

"It was great. You gave a great show."

A little smile plays around your lips as you turn your head away.

"You're a dirty old man, making me do dirty things. Perverted things like showing me off...

"... like a dirty little whore on a street corner. And you like it. You like it that I show you off to hotel staff, who can't do anything but look at your exposed tits and cunt. You like that I enjoy parading you around. Don't you, whore?"

Your breathing gets more ragged as I run through my imagery. Yes, yes, she does like it. Her body doesn't lie.

"Yes.... I like it, now that you told me that you like it." Perfect. Now, time to get on with the rest of her get-up. I grab the two long chains – heavier than the chain for the nipple clamps, and about 3 feet long - and attach one to your ankle cuffs, and the other to your wrists. The chains are long enough that they're not really that constricting, but just short enough that they don't allow for full free movement. You pick up your arms, and shake your wrists. The chain clanks around, a bit like a wind chime – or like a metal rainstick.

Finally, the piece de resistance: the ball gag. As I move it up to your mouth, I hope that small was indeed the right size. A gag too big will tire the jaws very quickly, and one that's too small... well, what's the point in that?

"Open wide." You move your head to the side, and eye it suspiciously.

"I don't know about this," you mutter.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Just a bit louder, you repeat "I.... I'm supposed to keep this in mouth? It looks gross." Well, rubber is a bit of an acquired taste, but I'm really in no mood to take an argument.

Smack! A deliberate slap to the face turns your cheek red and snaps your head to the side. Your ear on your right side rings a little bit.

"What was that again, fucktoy? Are you arguing?"

"Sorry, sir! Nothing, sir... I..."

"That's better. Yes, same rules apply." I cut off the argument. She'll get used to the taste, and the rubber ball seems to be about the right size. "Now open wide."

This time, no argument. You just open your mouth silently, with a worried look on your face. I place the gag in your mouth, and you close your lips around it. Maybe just a little small.... next time, maybe. Need to start her off slowly anyway: I'm throwing a lot of things at her today. I fasten the strap behind your head, making it nice and snug – but again, not too snug to squeeze anything off.

I take a step back, and admire my work. You're still kneeling on the ground, hands on your thighs. You're staring ahead, focusing on the strange taste in your mouth, the slight tug of the gag straps on your mouth, the collar around your neck, the clamps making your nipples stand straight up and the weight of the chains and leather cuffs.

"Now that's what I call a proper fucktoy look. Stand up." You get up on your feet, and look expectantly up at me. "Turn around." With a little booty shake and arms stretched out, you do a little pirouette.

"Very nice", I say, giving you a small applause. The concerned look eases, and a little smile plays again on your lips.

"Now show me how wet you are." You pause for a second, then run your fingers through your pussy slit. They come back glistening.

"Good little slut." Your smile grows wider.

My hard-on is straining through my pants at this point. You can tell, and you shake your butt a little more at me. Not that I needed an invitation, but.... time for at least a quick fuck.

I grab the chain on your wrists, and yank you over the bed. Expectantly, you brace your arms on it, stick your butt out as far as you can, and look at me over your shoulder. Fumbling for a second with my belt (next time, just the running shorts), I drop my pants, and step behind you. My cock in one hand, your hair in the other, I guide myself into your dripping wet pussy, and start to pound you rapidly. Little mewls come through the gag, and I work my dick nice and deep into your pussy. I can feel you tensing up, the mewls coming quicker and quicker.... she's about to forget one of the rules. I stop, my dick still firmly ensconced in your pussy, and give your ass a quick whack.

"No cumming until I tell you, remember?" You just moan in reply. That works for me. I resume the pounding until I've worked up a good sweat, then stop. No need to blow my load right now – plus, I need to tease her a little bit. I pull out, take off my shirt, and much to your disappointment, put on my running gear.

"Crap – I almost forgot! Bend over." Quickly, you resume your position on the bed, sticking your ass out. I look for the butt plug – ah, finally, in the bathroom. I take a quick look at it, and yes, it could use a wash. Some soap, some warm water later, and it is like new. I walk back out to the bedroom, take the vaseline out of the (now much more empty) sport bag, and show both to you.

"You know what this is for, right?" You nod, and grunt an affirmation. "Good. Just in case, you might want to use the vaseline if you ever take it out. Pussy juices work well in a hurry, but dry out. This stuff will keep everything nice and slippery. Got it?" Again, a nod and a grunt. You brace yourself a bit more in anticipation as I move behind you. I carefully rub some vaseline into your ass – too much can be an issue too – and coat the plug as well. Your ass is still tight, but the vaseline makes everything slide in pretty easily, and the plug settles with only its base sticking out.

With that, I grab a chair, and sit down for a quick breakfast. You look at me expectantly, puzzling out what my intentions are for you right now.

"Well, my little provider of depravity, time to provide. Show me how much it turns you on to be in chains and a gag. Show me just how much of a slut you are. Entertain me."

You pause, unsure what to do. Slowly, you start to run your hands over hips, on your thighs, back over your stomach. Well, it's a start. I dig into the omelet. Your hands run up over your breasts, feeling the clamps sitting on your nipples, over the collar, and on to the gag, where they trace its outline on your mouth. You catch my smile, and start to gyrate your hips.

"That's better. Keep going."

Your hands move back down over your breasts, where they give the nipple chain a bit of a tug. You turn around, bend over, and run your hands on the inside of your thighs. A little shaking of your butt, and I can see your fingers come up underneath your crotch, playing with the base of the butt plug. Now she's getting it. You start running one, then two, then three fingers up and down your slit, until they disappear into your pussy, where you slowly start to masturbate. Now that's a breakfast show.

The omelet goes quickly, and the yoghurt barely registers. Nothing like a little slut putting on a show to make time go by quickly. I get up, give your ass a quick slap, put on my gym clothes, grab the two key cards, and head for the door.

"Enjoy your breakfast – remember the rules!" As I close the door and put the do-not-disturb sign on the outside, I wonder how long she'll keep the clamps on...

Breakfast is still pretty recent, it's still early in the day, and I have time for a nice, slow warm-up. The one draw-back of a nice, slow warm-up: it leaves me plenty of time to think about what I left behind in the hotel room. Thankfully, it's a Saturday morning, which means the gym is empty, and I don't have to worry about hotel guests lodging complaints about the guy doing yoga with a hard-on.

Still, after my warm-up is done, I decide to check on what my personal fucktoy is doing. I head back up to the hotel room, run the key card through the slot, push the door open... and am foiled by the dead-bolt chain. I chuckle to myself. "Keep the dead-bolt chain unlocked" was indeed not part of the rules. That'll teach me not to be specific. I hear some shuffling, some chains rustling about, and then I finally see you peeking through the crack in the door. You make no motion, however, to open the door.

"Open Sesame!"

Nothing. Just a highly amused look on what little I can see of your face.

"Really? Open Sesame doesn't work?" I can hear your muffled giggle through the gag. Now what? "What about please?" The door slams shut, I hear the chaing sliding out.... and a quick tap-tap of feet running away from the door, accompanied by the ever-present clinking of chains. But still, the door is closed. Oh well, close enough. I slide the card through the slot again, open the door, and find you on the bed, masturbating slowly and deliberately. Let's see.... gag – check. Nipple clamps – check. Wrist and ankle chains – check. Butt plug – not visible like that. Still, not bad so far.

"Come on, my little fuck toy, inspection time." I grab the wrist chains, and pull you up onto your knees. The ball gag is nicely secured on the back of your head, the nipple clamps are nice and tight – a quick pull made sure of that – and now to check on the butt plug. I pull the wrist chains farther forward, and your upper body collapses forward, with your ass sticking up nicely for inspection. And indeed, even the butt plug is in place.

"Very good... Time to get what I came for." This time, no fumbling with a belt. The running shorts come straight down, and I just plow straight into your pussy. As requested, it is already wet and willing. "And what a wet slut you are," I taunt you. "Ready to be fucked at a moments notice. Do you like the idea of waiting for me to come and fuck you whenever I feel like you? Do you like having a plug in your ass while I fuck you? You are like a bitch in heat, putting your ass up like that." I hear some muffled moaning, but the gag makes it quite impossible to hear if you're trying to say anything specific. Just as well, I keep pounding you hard. For encouragement sake, I give your ass a nice, hard slap. With that, your moaning is getting loader, and you start to grind your ass into me. Oh no, not just yet.