Prisoner of Submisson

Monday Before

The alarm went off so I could hear the faint words of the morning rush hour report from the helicopter above the beltway. I didn’t pay attention to it and just stretched under the covers. My lithe 5’ 3” frame grew tense as I was fully extended and my thighs were pulled together. I felt a tingle between my legs and I held my body still to let that sweet feeling penetrate further into me. I only weigh 90 pounds so I am almost all bones however I do have a very feminine shape still and not one like a board as most women my build are cursed with. My hands came palms together and moved down in front of me so that they could press against my warm triangle. The soft silky fabric of my knee length nightshirt made it easy to press with force while I rubbed the outer sides of my hands through the front of my very tingly groin. The one nice thing about being so slim was my bones act to help press my sex hard. I could feel the erectness of my nipples pressing against the sheets. My breasts are quite small being no more than an A cup with quarter sized dull pinkish areoles with a half inch thin stubby nipples that are very sensitive when erect as they are now. My breasts are nicely full in shape and still maintain their firmness it’s just that they are small in size so if I wore too loose fitting clothes I would look flat-chest-ed! I felt delicious warmth spread through my upper thighs and I relaxed and stretched again so I could push against my slit again. It felt so good.

My husband who is 10 years older than me was still sleeping. I hunched my shoulders together while lying on my left side facing away from him so I could press against the sides of my breasts. The nipples on my breasts got even more rigid and I pushed out my chest some to let them rub against the nightie as the sheet gave resistance to my body. Just then I thought of her almost right where I remembered from last night before I went to sleep. Dressed in black leather pants and jacket with her long luxurious full reddish tinged brown hair laying over her shoulders and framing her sensual Mediterranean facial features, she represented a healthy ideal of beauty. Her shape was sexy yet not overly full but a bit sleeker than what American men would want. The olive skin was not too dark so the redness of her full lips looked so enticing in contrast. I felt her lean closer and put her left arm around my waist and pull me inward so her amply pointed breasts flatten against me but only some as they are quite firm still. Her right hand went my behind my head and I could feel her fingers weave their way through my golden blonde hair. My hair is one of the things I really like about myself as it is not too thin so it has substance. The color is a nice shiny one that looks so natural after coloring to what it was before I had my two children. I keep it short to just below the top of my neck and parted a bit off the middle. It is straight with a slight wave so it curves under and also ovals my face. I can feel her fingers slide through my hair as I just stare at her closed glistening lips. She pulls my head closer to hers so I see the lips begin to fill my whole field of view. They open very slowly and her smooth pointy pink tongue begins to come out. As my lips touch hers her tongue shoots inside my mouth and her hand pushes my face into hers. I can feel the roughness of her kiss as she makes use of my mouth. Her left leather clad thigh pushes my legs apart as her arm tightens about my slender waist. They spread willingly. I feel a spider-web of pleasure spread throughout my body starting from my pussy. My mouth sucks inward as I imagine her tongue filling it and kind of assaulting it. This thought makes me gasp although very quietly. My husband now starts to stir.

I move my hands away from my sex and move to get out of bed. I get up and get my house robe and go into the bathroom. I close the door before turning on the light so as not to wake him so suddenly. I go over to the toilet and lift my nightshirt and sit down. I spread my legs about a foot apart and run the index finger of my right hand through my wet slit. I shudder at the touch. The fingers of my left hand reach out and slightly squeeze my right breast. I imagine her squeezing tightly with her fingers until they have my areole completely in their grasp and then twisting it. I do as she might and I suck in my breath. My index finger slides in my slit and I feel the warmy wetness inside. It immediately extends to touch my erect clit. Right then I hear my husband cough and I hurriedly take my finger out of my pussy and remove my hand from my slightly hurting right breast. As I feel the pain receding I feel more wetness inside me.

This has only been happening to me now for a few weeks ever since I came across that web site ‘www.bdsmlibrary.com’. I had been daydreaming about being bound and used especially when taking a bath. This is why I loved to travel at least once a month as I could take the longest baths and no one would disturb me. On one of those trips I was surfing the web and decided to search for submission. Back popped a wide range of sites with one of them being the ‘library’. I started to read some of the current selections and quickly got interested in female-female interactions. So interested in fact that my fingers could not stay out of my pussy that night! I quickly pee and as I do I feel a wave of pleasure run through me. This interesting phenomena itself just starting happening to me only two days ago and I discovered it by accident. So now I try and hold off wanting to pee until I can get a bit horny just to capture that splendid feeling. I get off the toilet and flush while readjusting my nightshirt. I can feel the wetness all around my slit and even at the top of my thighs since I am not wearing panties. That’s another that’s changed since I started exploring submissive stories, I now do not wear them ever to bed. I go over to the sink to wash my hands and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and see my face. Its angular structure is quite becoming when viewed fully. The curves along the lower part help to accentuate my lips. I imagine her wanting my lips to kiss her body. My eyes are strikingly blue but in a very sexy and appealing way. My profile is not as good as my face curves in slightly in the middle and since my nose is of that perfect female size and shape it is noticeable thus making it look like my chin thrusts out. However my frontal view is very appealing I think. I wonder how she would consider my looks. I turn on the water to wash my hands. I look again at my reflected face and imagine trying to look sexy for her. I reach up with my right hand to brush away the hair from my right eye and catch a whiff of the musky odor from my index finger. It has an alluring scent yet is repulsive at the same time. I guess I am just not one for tasting a woman’s pussy or my own for that matter. Yet I imagine inhaling and kissing hers.

I shudder with repulsion as my clit hardens and my thighs squeeze together to accentuate the pleasurable feeling. I immediately look down at the sink and thrust my hands under the running water. I take the soap and begin to scrub them hard with it trying to get the dried wetness off of me. I hurriedly put on the house robe I had hung on the door keeping my head facing down so no one would see the redness throughout my face. I take a moment to calm down to let the wave of pleasure filled shame wash over and leave me. The feelings subside and then I open the door and step into the bedroom. I go over to the other side of the bed and reach down and kiss my husband on his cheek whispering for him to get up.

After having gone and turned on the children’s room lights, notifying them to wake up, I went into the kitchen to make breakfast for my family. As I was pouring cereal into a bowl I could feel my pelvis push forward and rub against the counter. It felt so deliciously wicked. I turned around to look to the doorway to see if anyone was coming in and while doing so pressed my pelvis harder against the rounded counter edge. I stood up on my toes so my crotch was more centered in line with the middle of the edge. The pulses of pleasure would ripple through the lower part of my pelvic region as I pressed. I could hear approaching footsteps so sank back down on the soles of my feet and finished with the cereal. I now put the bowl out on the table to complete the preparations and my 9 year old son came in. After greeting him I then could hear my husband complete his shower and I went in to have one and my body began to stir in anticipation of my coming fantasy of perverted sex.

I entered the bedroom and my husband was putting on his shirt. He was a good sized man about 5’ 11” in height and 190 or so in weight. He was somewhat broader built so he did not look overweight. I still enjoyed making love to him but my recent fantasies were resulting in much more intense orgasms. There was just something so appealing in submitting to the whims of a beautiful woman like Karen. He had a question about some errand I wanted him to do and I clarified it to him while I continued to go into the bathroom. I just wanted to get in the shower and get a wonderful release. We finished up our quick conversation and I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Now with some time to myself and privacy to boot I looked into the mirror again. I struck a sexy pose and began to undress like I was performing for Karen. When I pulled the nightshirt off I see the glistening of my trimmed light brown bush from the leaking wetness. My nipples were very hard and stood out nicely against the mounded flesh of my breasts. I ran my hands from my waist up my sides until they cupped both breasts. They looked so beautiful now as they were very noticeable for when I am naked I do not look flat at all. I turned sideways to get a profile view of my body and quickly noted how the curves of my breast looked so inviting. My waist was very trim and my hips splayed out ever so nicely. My cheeks were full but fit my overall size and shape. I imagined her spanking my cheeks when I did something that displeased her. The thought made me even hornier and I thought about just being bad so she would spank me. That thought made me wonder about what I was doing but as that thought of reality started to intrude I heard my husband leave the bedroom and head for the kitchen. Now was my time to play quickly. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water making it very warm and steamy. I then stepped under the spray and ran my hands down my sides feeling the warm water run over my nipples and down my abdomen. I picked up the washcloth and got it very wet so I could make it soapy when used with the soap. I then had bubbles of soap coming from the washcloth and now I started rubbing it over my breasts. This made me hot and so I moved the washcloth down to my groin. I left my other hand running over my soap covered breasts. I started to pinch my nipples one at a time while the wash clothe moved between my legs and then into my slit. I started to wash my pussy at the same time I was trying to excite myself by spreading my legs wider so I could press the cloth further inside. I finally felt the clothe run up against my clit and then I started rutting furiously against it. All the time my left hand had stopped on my right nipple and was twisting it back and forth. I then started mumbling to myself “I am Karen’s slut” over and over and I came. I could feel wetness just expel from my pussy and make the cloth have more of a slimy feel. It felt so wonderfully decadent to rub myself until I came. I felt like an uncontrollable bitch in heat and it felt so electric to be that way. This made the orgasms so much stronger and longer. I could feel the pleasure dissipate through me as I held the cloth tightly against my now open pussy. The cloth was pushed up partially inside with two of my fingers on my right hand. My fingers were clenching towards the front against my thumb which was on the outside of my lower abdomen. Squeezing my pussy hard just made the intense pleasure last and so that was what I was doing leaning against the shower wall while the water cascaded down. I thought of Karen holding my pussy in her hand with all of her fingers inside and the palm resting against the outer part. Just thinking of her giving me a full hand squeeze was just so exquisite for I would be like her little bitch. I finally gave a last shudder as the sweet strains of the orgasm finished. I then finished washing up and turned off the shower feeling so refreshed.

I dried myself off taking a little extra time with my still hardened nipples and my sensitive slit. It felt so good to run the towel against my pussy lips. Once finished getting a little extra playtime I then opened the door and went to my dresser. I took out a lacey white bra that had wire uplift support and a little padding. My breasts were small but with the right bra they would look fuller. I took a pair of white bikini cotton panties and pulled them over my hips so they were snug against my slit. I put on a pair of white thigh highs to complete the effect. I looked in the dress mirror and liked what was reflected. I then put on a pair of dress blacks slacks and a Holiday sweater that was black with gold, green and red scenes stitched on the front. The bra did the trick in still letting the pertness of my breasts to still create a compelling shape through the sweater. I slipped on a pair of black leather shoes with a 2” wide heel. I was now up to the most important part, how to make myself look pretty and desirous for Karen. Even though this was just a fantasy it made it so real if I acted it out some. I put on a nice thick coat of striking red lipstick and then a nice pink blush. I used blue mascara but not too much and then a small amount of eyeliner as I am a business manager at work. I picked up a pair of quarter sized gold earrings and a gold choker chain and put those on. I finished up with my wristwatch and took in the view. To the average person I would be an attractive business woman and mom who acted her age and position. To myself though I was a wanton bitch who needed to be made to come over and over again in the most vile and humiliating ways.

Finishing up I went back to the kitchen and everyone was near done. My daughter remarked on how nice I looked and my husband smiled at me. I cleaned up the aftermath of the meal and then got my computer and purse and kissed everyone goodbye. I leave for work first and then my husband will wait for the babysitter to arrive before he leaves. The children had the week off from school in anticipation of the Holidays. I went to the garage and got in my car. Checked my looks once again in the rear view mirror and then drove off to work. Today would be a special day in that we were having a Pot Luck Lunch at work and so I would get a chance to chat some with Karen. I wonder what she would be wearing today.

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Finally the lunch was to occur. I had been thinking about it all morning and being with Karen. Even though she would not know what I was thinking about us it was still so electric for me. Being so close I could smell her and every once and a while be able to imagine kissing her and being kissed in return. It was always best when I could look at her lips without her seeing me as it made it so real. I went to the conference room where we were having it and noticed she was not there yet. I chatted with co-workers and some of my reports while I got a plate of holiday fare. I sat down in a chair that was against one of the walls to eat my lunch. I had purposely picked a chair that was empty on either side. A friend came in and saw me and came over. Smiling they asked if I was sitting along and I said yes so they left their purse on one of the open chairs and went for some food. I looked down at me meal again and took a bit of ham in my fork. As I moved the fork up to my mouth and opened it to take it inside I saw Karen. She was looking right at me and then she smiled when our eyes met. I felt so embarrassed her seeing me with my mouth wide open. I closed my mouth and then smiled in return knowing that I was blushing somewhat but at least my complexion, and the blush, hide it away somewhat. I looked down again at my plate and continued to eat. I saw a pair of black shiny pumps down on the floor and up. Above the spiked heels was a pair of black slacks followed by a velvet red jacket wrapping a silk light red blouse. I could see the bouncy and wavy brown hair resting on the shoulders of the jacket. Then I saw Karen’s lips and face. I could not help but stare at her lips and then her mouth smiled at me. I looked at her eyes and she said “Merry Christmas Sue, mind if I sit here?” I swallowed my food and said “Oh please do Karen” and with that she had already left to get some food herself.

My friend came back with her food and another friend and they sat on my right. A bit later Karen came over with her plate. I could not help staring at her she just was so beautiful. I imagined suckling her pointed breasts and her telling me how wondrous my sucking made her feel. She smiled at me again and sat down on my left. I did not know what to say and so continued eating but then Karen started up some small talk about Holiday shopping. I was glad she took the lead as otherwise we would have been quiet as mice. When we were done eating everyone sang a Carol together and we all clapped at the end. Karen then turned to me and said “I will see you tomorrow Sue as I have to go to a meeting at a customers this afternoon.” Karen was a Director in the sales organization and she was probably the best of the lot. She then leaned forward and took my hands in hers and kissed me on the cheek for what seemed like forever and said “Happy Holidays Sue as I may be out tomorrow.” I said the same in return but almost just mumbling it so it was a wonder she heard me. She held onto my hands for a moment longer and I did not want her to release them. Finally she let them go and she smiled one more time and left.

I stood there for a moment or so not knowing what to do. I could feel my bladder being full and so decided to go to the restroom. I went in and no one was there at the moment so I picked the first open stall. I pulled down my slacks and panties and sat down. My index finger on my right hand traced down my slit until it parted it and then sank into my pussy until halfway in. I could feel my hips thrusting forward on my finger. I wanted it so much to be Karen’s finger with her long nails. Her nail could nudge my clit just like so and when I did that I came abruptly and a raspy moan escaped me. Just then I noticed someone had come into the restroom and walked by my stall. I did not see them and they went into the end stall two away from me. I wondered if they heard me. I felt so ashamed and as I did my finger starting rubbing more. I quickly withdrew it like it was on fire. What a nympho I was becoming. My pussy was now leaking liquid out and I wanted to come again but knew I could not. I swiftly dressed and flushed leaving the stall. I washed up as fast I could because I did not want the person to see me. I then made sure I looked ok in the mirror and looked back at the occupied stall to make sure they were not leaving and then walked out. As I was starting to walk out I heard a flush from that stall and the door open. I hurried out the door not realizing that it was Karen.