New York City Submissive Female

"But I like sucking cock—"

Keith lifted her up by the armpits, bringing her to face him. "Sue, what happened to you happened at least partly because of the way you behaved. You degrade yourself for strange men, and strange men see you as a target, someone to be hurt. I can't let you act like this anymore. It's not healthy and it's not normal. I never want to see you get hurt this way again."

His arms were around her, his powerful muscles still filling her with desire.

"I want to make love to you," he said. "But only the way God intended."

"But there's nothing in the Bible about—"

"Do you really want to do a theological discussion now?" said Keith, his hands stroking her back.

Sue was too horny to argue. They made love that night, glorious, peaceful love. But there was something missing. Something teleological, not theological.

***

Phil's company was on Avenue of the Americas, in the very heart of midtown Manhattan. Every morning coming to the office he had strode spellbound through the giant canyons formed by the skyscrapers, gleaming and modern. They loomed large, brute testimony to man's power. Not for nothing did feminist critics carp that they were but phallic symbols; Phil did, indeed, feel his masculinity surge within him when he entered that glittering revolving door, as he rode up the elevators.

But today he rode the subway to a different destination. Sue's company was downtown, in the financial district. The Twin Towers still watched from above, a hint of the nascence of midtown. If midtown spoke of modernity and wealth, downtown spoke of history and tradition. The brick buildings beckoned back to the nineteenth century. They spoke of an older New York, the New York of tenements and immigrants and garment workers, they whose hands had built America.

Nor was the downtown conception of wealth and luxury the same as it was midtown. Sue's firm didn't offer its employees free soft drinks, as tech companies did. What they did have was a stunning reception desk with an equally stunning receptionist.

"May I help you?"

"I'm here to see Sue," said Phil, feeling insignificant.

"Sue who?"

Phil did not know. "Um...she's...she's an engineering manager."

"Engineering? Do you mean I.T.?"

"Yeah." Surely in that male-dominated sector there would not be two tech managers named Sue. And indeed, there weren't.

"Phil!" Sue didn't look as delectable as she had in yesterday's revealing costume. She dressed professionally in a blue power suit, with a grey skirt dropping below the knee. But knowing, as he now did, what lay underneath that outfit made it much hotter.

Phil was surprised how dull and grey everything was, in contrast to the bright colors of California. Except for the room she led him to, which felt like a vacation. It had a generously sized armchair, a variety of women's magazines, a fridge, and a selection of soft drinks.

"Bet you don't know what this room is," said Sue, grinning.

"What is it?"

"It's the mother's room."

"The what?"

"Federal law requires employers to provide a space to breastfeed. And," she looked at him evilly, "I happen to know that there is not a single breastfeeding mother actually on this floor." One of the benefits of having a largely male staff. She peeled off her clothes without another word.

Phil's heart raced at the thought that they were in an office, they might be discovered at any moment. But Sue had a different idea.

"I was so turned on being your mommy yesterday. I don't have any children. I can't have them, now. I know I'm not quite old enough to be your mother, but — can I be your mommy? One more time?" She started to unbutton his shirt.

Phil thought of his mother again, the harsh lines on her face, the sneers of contempt at who he was, the patent dislike and disdain she had always carried towards him.

Suddenly he was hugging onto Sue desperately, fiercely, like he would never let her go. And her breast was in his mouth, and he was sucking on it like a baby, and she was holding him close and humming him a lullaby.

"Ohh yes. Yes. My dear little boy. My baby boy. Mommy's little boy." She kissed his forehead and stroked his hair and cooed and licked his ears. Phil breathed in the scent of her cologne, he tasted the sweetness of her breast, he felt the softness of her ass in his hands. Sue held him closely to her, rocking him back and forth, crooning sweet words.

Phil's cock, of course, was definitely not behaving like a baby's. Sue pressed her pussy against it. She pulled off his shirt and nuzzled at his chest, nuzzling him the way he'd just been suckling her.

He felt the wetness of her pussy against his pants. She sank to her knees and unzipped, pulling them down.

"Mommy wants to suck your cock," she said, but found herself dismayed as it began to soften.

There is such a thing as going too far. "It was okay when I was sucking your tits," said Phil, "but for cock...I want...I want..."

Sue understood. "You want your whore." The magic word brought Phil roaring back to attention.

She tugged him forward a bit, then his balls were in her mouth. She sucked them, devouring them, the greed of submission driving her. Electric currents shot through Phil's body as she licked his groin.

Last night he had been lying down. Now she was kneeling in front of him, a position of worship. He felt like a king. No longer was he the lonely little boy who had been sucking mommy's breast just moments before. He was a man with his concubine, a man being served, back in an old world where men were men and women knew their place.

"Call me names," she asked.

"What if someone hears?"

"Who cares?"

"Oh, you slut," he murmured as she licked his cock. "Whore," he muttered as she flicked her tongue on its underside. "Filthy cunt," he sighed as she took his cock in her mouth.

She looked straight into his eyes as he shot his load onto her tongue, telling her over and over what a whore she was, what a slut she was, a dirty, brazen cocksucker. But no matter how much verbal abuse he let fly, he was still utterly humbled when she opened her mouth, letting him see the white stain, and swallowed.

She stood up, smiling, unclothed, enjoying her moment of triumph. He sat there, peaceful and spent. But guilt nagged at him.

"I didn't do anything for you."

"Sure you did. I loved this."

"But you didn't climax."

"I told you, I'm submissive. I enjoy your climaxes as much as my own. Sometimes more."

"But..." Phil found this hard to grasp. "But isn't it my duty to please you too—"

"Stop talking about duty," said Sue. "You worry too much. If I really wanted you to do something, I'd ask. But I don't. I wanted to blow you without anything in return. That gives me its own kind of pleasure."

Phil did not understand this. It was contrary to everything he'd believed.

"But tonight, I want more," said Sue.

"More...what do you mean?"

"More than just sucking your cock. You need to put more effort into it."

"You want me to go down on you?"

"No, I want you to come up with a scenario. Something like what we've done online. A fantasy brought to life. One of your fantasies. Something memorable. Not just a plain blowjob."

After they got dressed, she opened the door, checking to make sure no one was looking, then hurried him out. She gave him a quick kiss. "See you tonight. And think about what I said."

***

1992 it was. Spring.

Phil was reading George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty Four, for English class.

...the smile had reappeared round the corners of her mouth...then... yes! Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated. Her body gleamed white in the sun. He... took her hands in his.

'Have you done this before?'

'Of course. Hundreds of times — well scores of times anyway...'

His heart leapt. Scores of times she had done it: he wished it had been hundreds — thousands...

'Listen. The more men you've had, the more I love you. Do you understand that?'

'Yes, perfectly.'

'I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'

'Well then, I ought to suit you, dear. I'm corrupt to the bones.'

'You like doing this?... I mean the thing in itself?'

'I adore it.'

That was above all what he wanted to hear. Not merely the love of one person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire...

After reading this, Phil had one of the biggest erections of his young life. It was hotter than the hottest porn. It was the first erotica he'd ever read.

That character would stay with him for years — decades. The wanton female, the source of corruption, the rebel who flaunted the rules, who lured with her body. The girl who never said no, who had sex with man after man after man, giving in to their basest desires. The girl all the other women judged, looked down upon, but that Phil regarded with the greatest respect.

***

At work that day Phil had few meetings, for some inexplicable reason. He was supposed to be coding, but thinking about Sue was much more enjoyable. He couldn't get his mind off how good her mouth had felt on his cock, how wonderful it had been to play with her, how liberating it felt to be himself, no longer hiding who he was.

How could he meet her demands? Rather than fiddling with VBScript, he ruminated on the problem. Finally, an idea occurred to him. And another. And another.

He did a few Yahoo searches and clicked through to a few addresses. They seemed close enough together, and they'd probably have what he wanted. He emailed an address over to Sue.

***

She met him that evening wearing the same whorish outfit she'd had on last night. This was a surprise to Phil. He'd learned the hard way that women never do that if they can help it. Once in high school he'd worn the same shirt two days in a row (it had been washed and dried the first evening) and he was astonished at how many girls commented on that fact the second day.

"You... you wore that yesterday."

"This is the only really sexy outfit I have," Sue admitted sheepishly. "And you know I didn't wear it at work."

Phil grabbed her, impulsively, and kissed her hard on the lips, putting his hand on her ass, squeezing.

"So why," she asked when he came up for air, "are we meeting here?"

Phil gestured to one of the stores. "We're going there."

"A pet shop?" Sue asked quizzically.

"I need some dog supplies," said Phil. Sue's eyes widened as she realized what he had in mind. They entered the store holding hands.

"We could go to a sex shop—" she began.

"Collars in a sex shop have the leash attach on the front. I want the collar to attach on the back, like with a real dog," he replied.

"Woof," said Sue.

There were any number of pet owners walking real dogs in the store. Sue struggled to suppress giggles.

"Can I help you?" asked a salesman.

"We're, um, looking for a dog leash and collar," said Phil.

"Certainly, sir. What breed of dog is it?"

"Um, it's a...it's a..."

"It's a big dog," said Sue, stifling a laugh.

"Do you know its neck size—"

"Her neck size," said Sue, snickering.

The salesman gave her a confused look. "Let's say about, oh I don't know, fifteen inches?" said Sue, coyly.

"Is there any particular color you'd like? You're welcome to bring your dog in to try it out."

"Pink," said Sue, licking her lips suggestively. "She's very close by."

"Right over here, ma'am. Will you be needing a leash?"

"Do you...do you have a chain leash?" Phil asked.

"We only recommend those for the most high-spirited dogs, sir. Usually we suggest—"

"This girl is very high-spirited," said Sue.

She snapped the collar around her own neck. "Fits perfectly! I love it!" She turned to the salesman, now holding a chain leash with a flabbergasted look on his face. "Would you be a dear?" she asked, nodding at the leash.

The salesman looked at Phil, his expression that of a deer in headlights, mutely asking for permission. Amused, Phil nodded.

Hands shaking, the salesman attached the leash to Sue's collar. The handle smacked her in the ass as he let it go.

Sue grinned. "Thank you, you've been perfectly lovely." she said. She leaned forward and kissed the startled man on the cheek.

Leash dangling, handle slapping her ass as she walked, they strolled through the store. Phil picked up a toy bone and a water bowl.

Sue was still wearing the leash and collar as they left, but had hardly exited when both of them practically collapsed in laughter.

"So where to next?"

"There's a hardware store across the street," said Phil. MapQuest had done its work well.

Sue wore the leash crossing the street, but chickened out and took it off as they entered the store. A pretty black salesgirl approached them.

"May I help you, sir?" she asked.

"We're looking for chains."

"Chains?"

"Yes, something lightweight, but strong."

"Right this way, sir." The girl led them to a roll of chain. "How long a length will you be needing?"

"Well..." Phil turned to Sue. He took her wrists and spread them slightly apart. "One that width, and — can you spread your legs a bit? That's about right. One that distance," he said, pointing to the gap between Sue's ankles, "and one going from here"—he pointed to her wrist— "to here." He pointed down to her ankle.

The salesgirl looked at the two of them, completely discomfited.

"It's okay," said Sue, reassuringly. "It's for a game."

The girl looked mortified as realization dawned. She kept glancing at Sue with looks of horror as she measured out the chains. Phil felt bad for her — she was a cute little thing — but Sue had a teasing grin on her face.

"I'm really enjoying this," she said on leaving the store. "You see what you're capable of when you put your mind to it?"

They went to the sex shop last. Surprisingly, Sue didn't have quite as much fun there. Sex shop salespeople have seen everything, and only roll their eyes at amateur attempts to embarrass or impress them. But they had a good selection of toys. Phil found a set of four padded cuffs easily.

Sue looked thoughtfully at the selection of floggers and whips, but Phil had already gone to the cashier.

They had a quick dinner at a pizza-slice joint. Neither was in the mood for a leisurely meal. Sue was practically dying with curiosity. "What did you have in mind for tonight?"

"I've thought about it," said Phil, "and here's what we're going to do.

"You will spend tonight as my slave. You will do whatever I tell you to do. Even if you find it embarrassing or humiliating. If I enjoy it, you do it. This will be about me. You might orgasm, you might not. Your needs and wants are incidental. You are female, and your purpose is to give me pleasure."

She was breathing hard. "Agreed," was all she said.

"But I can't operate without limits. I can't. So nothing illegal. No other people. Nothing unsanitary. No physical pain."

Sue managed to look relieved and disappointed at the same time. "None?"

"No. And we'll need a safeword. If there's anything that you truly don't want to do, even if I want it, you say the word and I stop. It has to be something you'd never say by accident. Not something like 'no' or 'stop', I'll just ignore those—"

"Amarillo," said Sue.

"Amarillo?"

"It's my hometown, in Texas," said Sue without further explanation.

"If something is in your mouth"—he leered, making clear what 'something' was— "and you can't talk, make the Spock V-sign from Star Trek with at least one hand, and that will be the safeword. You should always have fingers free. Can you do that?"

She nodded.

"You will remain a slave until I cum. After I've cum, I'll revert to being a normal man and we can talk about what you liked and didn't like. But until then, it's all about what I like. Do you agree to these conditions?"

Sue looked very excited. "Yes."

"Good," said Phil.

"You are now my slave. Starting right here in the pizzeria. You will address me as 'my lord', or 'master'. Never by name."

"Yes, master."

"You do not have a name. I will address you as 'slut', 'whore', 'cunt', 'slave', or... or..."

"Bitch, my lord?" she queried helpfully.

"Uh...yes, yes. Bitch." Sue never lost her power to shock him. He'd already been astounded at how quickly she'd agreed to his terms. He had expected to have to negotiate.

He put the leash back on her and held the handle most of the way home. He made her carry all the bags they'd bought, putting the hardware and pet store bags inside that of the sex shop. Every so often he'd stop, and make out or feel her up.

"Tie my shoelaces," he ordered at one point.

"What?"

"Address me as master."

"Yes, master."

And there she was, in full public view, bent low on the ground, her ass in the air. He smirked triumphantly at passersby. This babe is at my feet!

As they entered the hotel, he knew she'd look more like a prostitute than ever. He was literally leading her with a leash, and she was carrying a bag with a racy-looking lipstick logo.

Phil noticed a young woman looking at them with a grossed-out expression on her face.

"Do you see that girl? She thinks you're a whore."

"She's right, master."

"She looks down on you."

"The feeling is mutual, my lord."

"She thinks I'm a pig."

"With all due respect, you are a pig, master. That's why I want to serve you."

It was small and mean of him, but Phil felt rebellious. He pulled Sue towards him with the leash and stuck his tongue into her mouth, letting his hands roam freely on her tits and ass. Sue gave a thumbs-up sign to the girl, who looked away in disgust.

"When we're in the elevator, unzip your dress," he told her.

There were three young men in the elevator with them. They were already gazing at Sue's bare legs and tight outfit when she pulled down her zipper, twirling around for Phil to admire. He had let the leash go, but she was still wearing it.

They reached their floor. Sue blew a kiss at one of the men as they headed out.

Phil sat down on the armchair by the elevator.

"Now, girl, take off the dress, but leave your underwear on. Right here in the hallway. And...do not use your hands."

She was smiling, her eyes looking at him with affection. She pulled her arms up through the neck opening. Seductively, she shook her body from side to side. The dress was tight, but slowly it descended. Phil could see her bulging tits straining against an alluring white lace bra. He could see her waist, chunky but still in an hourglass shape. He could see the tiny thong she had on, and the wetness already starting to soak it.

"You chose that underwear just to show to me, didn't you, girl?"

"Yes, master."

"It's a very whorish outfit. You have a beautiful body. I'm going to use you like a whore." He took the leash and led her to their room.

A man was heading in the opposite direction when he saw Sue. He was agape. There she was, a willowy blonde woman dressed in sexy lingerie, a sex-shop bag in one hand and a discarded dress in the other, led by a leash. The man just froze there in the hallway and stared as they approached. As they passed him, Sue impulsively gave him a kiss on the cheek too. He turned around and gazed at her until they reached their door.

As he pressed the key to the lock, Phil muttered a command, then entered by himself. Sue turned to face the man. Wriggling her body from side to side, she discarded first the bra, then the panties. She waved at him before joining Phil.