A Journey into Submission

A Journey into Submission

Summery: This is a story about a woman named Elizabeth who comes home to an intruder in her home. The events that follow lead her into the world of D/s. At first Elizabeth is confused by what she is experiencing and feeling.

By sudburyhousewife masters.cumsuckingwhore@gmail.com

Author’s homepage and self-introduction; (recommended for new author)

I don’t currently have one. I’ll update when I do

Story Code: M/f, toys, spanking, D/s, B/D, hair, bondage, slow, reluctant, humiliation, blackmail, nc, light.

 

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It was her anniversary today... Elizabeth thought to herself.

She should be out at a nice restaurant with soft music and maybe some candle light. Instead she was kneeling on the soft carpet of her living. Wearing thigh high white stockings and a shimmery white push-up bra (or a least most of one) and nothing else.

Except for the ropes. Elizabeth couldn't forget about the ropes, or the blindfold. The Blindfold made it impossible to see anything, and the ropes made it impossible to move without help. At least she wasn't buckled to the spreader bar anymore.

He had tied the ropes to her, and it had all happened so fast.

When Elizabeth walked in the door from work he had been standing behind the door, making it impossible to see him.

He had quickly put the blindfold on over her eyes and using her frozen state of shock had thrown a ball gag in her mouth before Elizabeth could make a sound.

Elizabeth had then felt his hands move over her body, restraining her hands with a nylon rope that she had kept in her own apartment.

Almost immediately the rope started to turn her on as it tightened around her wrists. The surface was smooth and almost soft, even now as it bit into her skin slightly.

Without a word He then started to strip her. Elizabeth felt the brush of his fingers as He lowered her knee length skirt and then her white panties with the little pink bow.

Elizabeth was thankful she hadn't worn anything special. she could hear and feel the scissors as He started to cut away the flimsy material of her blouse.

The air in the apartment was cold on her near naked flesh. A small breeze made her nipples start to poke out of the sheer bra. Or maybe it was the effects of His warm breath on the back of her neck. He was standing directly behind her.

His fingers trailing up over her body, barely touching Elizabeth, so that her skin instantly left a trail of goose bumps.

Elizabeth was shocked to feel her own excitement as her juices dribbled on to her thighs as He led her to the living room. Elizabeth guessed that they were standing close to the couch, right about where the coffee table should be.

She was forced to spread her legs. Elizabeth wished she still had her panties on, knowing it was quite clear to him that she was turned on.

Elizabeth thought that she heard a chuckle, but was distracted by his hands forcing her legs further apart and forward. This made her come in contact with cold metal, as a muffled gasp escaped her gagged mouth. Elizabeth could feel a leather material being bound around her ankles. Straps were being buckled into place and Elizabeth realized she was bound and helpless to his touches.

Without sight, and very little sound, it all became about touch as Elizabeth stood with her hands behind her back, her legs bound to a spreader bar, and practically naked with just a shear bra and thigh high white stockings.

The cool air of the apartment made her nipples stand out against the thin material.

Elizabeth felt his hands lightly trailing over her abdomen, causing shivers to travel through her body. The shivers traveled between her legs, causing a whole new reaction. She knew her face was turning red from embarrassment; she could feel the heat on her cheeks as she tried to look down and hide this reaction. His hands slid around Elizabeth as he moved to stand behind her. Elizabeth held her breath as she felt him reach up to hold onto her long ponytail. His hands brushed through the full length before pulling the ponytail back and down. Then he tied another rope close to her scalp where the elastic was holding her hair. He pulled a few times making Elizabeth gasp, not just in pain, but also pleasure. She hoped that he would not notice.

Elizabeth's head was pulled back one last time and held as the rope was tied to her ponytail and then the other end of the rope tied to her wrists. This forced her arms back further, her breasts out, and exposed her blushing cheeks.

Elizabeth could hear his footsteps walk away into the other room. Almost right away the footsteps returned. There was a flash. Then another and another. He was taking her picture. Elizabeth blushed a darker shade of red.

After a few more pictures, Elizabeth felt his hands on her bra. Something cold and hard pressed against her breast. Then the sheering of scissors filled the room as the material covering her vulnerable nipples was slowly cut away. He moved to the second breast, when he was done, the under wire and straps remained, but practically nothing else.

Again he took pictures, moving around her at different angles. Elizabeth was sure that she was blushing over her entire body by now. At one point he must have put the camera on a timer because Elizabeth felt his lips on her breast. Then she felt his tongue tickle and teas her breast. Then a flash came from across the room. Then his mouth was gone.

Elizabeth could still feel his tongue, as if it was still sliding over the dimpled nipple. The light breeze in the room and the wet area on her breast combined and Elizabeth fought a losing battle as a moan escaped her mouth. If it hadn't been for the gag she was sure it would have been quite loud.

Elizabeth was happy to feel his hands move back to her hair as he loosened and removed the rope. Her head and arms were able to move back to a more relaxed position, and she quickly looked down, hiding her face the best she could.

He then moved closer, brushing Elizabeth's hair out of the way. Her breath caught as his warm breath moved closer and closer until his lips met with her tender skin at the base of her neck.

Elizabeth instinctively tilted her head to the side and was sure that she could feel him smiling!

She knew that he had her where he wanted her. To prove her thought correct he moved his right hand over her curves to slide between her legs. His left hand went to her breast, brushing the underside of her delicate skin, then his fingers moved to play with the nipple before pinching the dimpled skin.

Elizabeth's legs were jelly. She was moaning into the gag, and her neck was tingling!

This isn't how she should be reacting! Elizabeth thought to herself, or should it?

As his fingers started circling her sensitive clit, Elizabeth felt a familiar feeling as her skin flushed, her muscles began to tighten in anticipation. Elizabeth moaned into the gag and leaned against him as an orgasm washed over her.

He continued to explore her body as she orgasmed, causing Elizabeth to have multiple orgasms for about 5 minutes straight.

When he stopped and just held her, Elizabeth sighed in relief. He had had his amusement. Maybe he would untie her and leaver her be? She hadn't seen his face yet. She couldn't cause any trouble for him.

Elizabeth felt his hands move down her body, over her abdomen, over her hips, and down her thighs. She had no idea what his intensions were, but her body was already responding to his touch. It was strangely gentle, erotic and demanding all at once.

His hands moved down to the back of her knees and forced her down onto her knees. Elizabeth had a bad feeling that she knew what he had planed next.

As he moved around her, Elizabeth heard the zipper, as if in slow motion, as he undid his pants.

He was going to make her give him head. Elizabeth hadn't done that since high school!

After removing his pants, Elizabeth felt his hands on her cheeks. She struggled to keep the gag on! If she was gagged she couldn't give head. Right?

Suddenly his hand struck her cheek! It wasn't very hard, just enough to shock her and leave a tingly feeling on her skin.

Stunned, Elizabeth stopped struggling. He quickly removed the gag before she could resist again.

"It would be better to just get this over with," Elizabeth started to think. The slap made her realize he could hurt her anytime he wanted, and she didn't want that.

One of his hands grabbed onto her ponytail and pulled her face closer to him. Elizabeth felt the smooth hardness of his penis for the first time that night, as he slid it from one cheek to the other. Over her sensitive lips. She could feel the sticky trail he left on her skin. Without realizing what she was doing, Elizabeth's tongue snaked out to lick her coated lips.

He groaned and pressed the tip against her lips and tongue. Elizabeth was shocked and closed her mouth firmly! This wasn't right! She didn't even give her husband head!

Elizabeth heard a click and almost immediately saw a bright flash around her blindfold! It was then that she realized the camera wasn't set up on a timer, but on a remote and he was taking pictures of his cock pressed against her lips!

Elizabeth didn't even realize she had opened her mouth to gasp, but he had! He forced his thick cock into her mouth, over her tongue and right to the back of her throat, causing her to cough before Elizabeth could think of fighting back.

His hand on he back of her head pulled Elizabeth off her penis as he pulled back at the same time. Then forced her head into him as he thrust his hips into her face.

Elizabeth could hear him starting to breath hard as his second hand went to the other side of her head. His whole body seemed to be forcing her to give him head as his hips moved forward and back in rhythm with his hands forcing her head back and forth.

His cock filled her mouth and throat as it easily pumped in and out. Elizabeth found herself wondering what it would be like inside her other holes and was already dripping wet again!

There was no way she could be enjoying this. Was there? And yet Elizabeth definitely was.

Elizabeth hadn't even noticed that the grip of his hands had relaxed and she was freely bobbing her head up and down on his penis. Her tongue had started sliding over the intruding object, exploring the slight bumps and veins.

He was roaming and breathing very hard. Elizabeth was actually enjoying the sounds he made and tried moving her tongue in different directions. Up and down, site to side, and at one point pulled back to circle the head of his penis. This last one got the biggest reaction so she alternated between bobbing up and down and pulling back to tease him.

Elizabeth had no clue as to how long this went on. In fact she had become so involved she didn't notice the flash constantly going off!

His hands tightened on the back of her head again, suddenly, as he forced his cock deep into her mouth and throat. He held her there as he let out one last loud moan, snapping Elizabeth back into reality.

She tried to fight and pull back as he came in her mouth, but his grip was too strong! She was forced to swallow as his cum filled her mouth.

He let go of his grip on Elizabeth, pulling out of her mouth, still semi hard and a trail of cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Another click and a flash as he moved away.

Elizabeth was shocked to find she felt disappointed about him moving away, and she strained to listen to his movements.

It sounded like he was moving furniture around for a few minutes and then he just sat back down on the couch in front of her.

They sat/knelt in silence. Elizabeth's hands were still behind her back and as she struggled to rest her arms in a more comfortable position, she had no clue that her breasts were jiggling just right for his pleasure.

The silence was driving her crazy. What if her husband came home and she was still sitting like this? One look at her and he would know she enjoyed at least part of it. How could she explain that away?

"Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone about what happened. I'll shower in front of you so that you can see nothing will be left to show you were even here. Just don't let anyone see me like this!"

Elizabeth started begging and babbling to Him.

Still He sat in silence.

"Please," she was crying now, "I'll do anything, please!"

He moved forward, drying her tears with a handkerchief.

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"Where were you?" a distant voice demanded, "I tried calling and waited for over two hours!" He sounded upset.

Elizabeth slowly started to sit up, moving her wet hair from her face. " W what..?"

"What do you mean what?!" her husband was standing over their bed, looking down on her. "Our anniversary dinner! That's What! So where were you?!" he demanded.

Elizabeth sat all the way up, trying to clear her mind. Was it all a dream? No her wrists were sore and she could still taste his cum in her mouth.

But she was in bed, freshly showered. The last thing she remember was Him whipping her tears away... "Oh man!" she thought, "He drugged me!" She had to think quickly. In her state that wasn't easy!

"I'm sorry Hunny. I came home not feeling well and not wanting to ruin our night I just took some gravol to make me feel better. I guess I must have taken too much and fallen asleep after my shower."

Obviously her husband bought it, because he sat down on the bed, put his arm around her and said, "Why didn't you call and tell me? I would have come home and taken care of you!"

Elizabeth hugged him close. She was just happy she would never have to tell him. "I'm sorry, I should have."

"It's ok. You just go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you." He tucked her in and left the room.

Elizabeth's last thought was "at least it's all over now." and curled up I the blankets.