The Submissive Stranger

Trish  - The Submissive Stranger - The Prelude

by Lewis Chappelle

(Authors note: This story was inspired by the song “Treat Me like A Stranger”)

'Treat Me Like A Stranger'

By Michael Bonogura and Peter McCann
Copyright 1990

Popularized by Baillie and The Boys

Sometimes I get worried, If you'll get tired of me.

I hope I'm still the lover,
That you want me to be.
You're the one I fell in love with,
And we're still the best of friends.
We haven't changed a bit, all the pieces fit,
But tonight we can pretend.

Treat me like a stranger,
Like someone you just met.
Come on like the first time,
And I'll play hard to get.
Move me in the moonlight,
The way you did back then.
Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

I know it sounds a little crazy,
But just play along with me.
It's the part that you were made for,
It'll come so easily.
Just lay down here beside me,
And we'll dream with all our might.
If it's all right with you, I'll be somebody new,
But hold me for tonight.

Treat me like a stranger,
Like someone you just met.
Come on like the first time,
And I'll play hard to get.
Move me in the moonlight,
The way you did back then.
Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

Treat me like a stranger;
Let's fall in love again.

Trish -- The Submissive Stranger

Chapter # 1

I first saw her as she entered the lobby of the MGM Grand on the Strip in Las Vegas. She was dragging a red suitcase on wheels behind her. She looked straight ahead and moved with purpose. I was at one of the check-in lines and she drew into  the line next to where I was waiting.

"Nice stems. Good calves and thin, but muscled, thighs.” I thought to myself," and nifty heels. And the high hem of that tight skirt really shows them off ." But the longer-than-shoulder length blond hair with long-full bangs is what gave her a “come-fuck-me" look. At least that's what my imagination conjured up.

I nodded as if to say “well, hello!" and she nodded back in a somewhat perfunctory manner, but which I did not take as a brush off.

Later, I saw her arrive at the elegant dining room alone shortly after I did. She was seated at a table for two. After a few moments, to assure myself that she was indeed alone and engrossed in the menu selections, I approached her table and asked if she might want a dinner companion. She noticed my convention name badge and my heart jumped a beat when she looked me directly in the eyes and said "Why, yes that would be pleasant indeed. Have a seat, please," she said with no phony pretense at all.

“As you can see, my name is Thomas, but most folks just call me Tom,” I said and pulled the empty chair under me. I looked at the tag she wore and continued, “and I see yours is Trish. Is that short for Patricia or Patty, or just Pat?"

"Patricia!" she said modestly. "Are you here for all three days of the convention?"

I told her I was staying on through the week and taking some vacation along with the three days of convention proceedings. After our orders were taken and we had settled on a beautiful white wine, I thought I needed to cut to the chase since we only had a few days,  I said brazenly, but in a off-hand and matter-of-fact tone, "So Trish, tell me a bit more about yourself, your preferences in men, and your preferences in the bedroom."

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It took a great deal of effort to look calm and assured as I rolled my luggage across the floor in my strappy high-heels. But I kept my composure as I entered the very impressive lobby of the hotel. The hem of my hip-hugging skirt brushed my leg just below the band of my self-hold nylons, and I noticed more than just the men looking at me. It seemed that I was attracting a great deal of attention.

I moved to the counter to wait for check-in service. As I glanced to my right, my green eyes couldn't help but see him. His own eyes were so intense and full of life looking at me. His chiseled face, broad shoulders and narrow waist were an instant turn-on as were his well groomed, tight wavy hair, in shades of silver and black.

When he nodded, I moistened my lips, nodded back, and quickly looked away.  I wondered if he noticed me fidget in place as I felt my cunt begin to moisten.

The bell boy was more than just a bit solicitous as he showed me all the special features of my suite. He seemed to take more time than necessary showing me the bedroom in particular.

After he left, I took time to touch-up my make-up and perfect my hair before I headed off to the lobby again The special reception desk for the participants of the convention was buzzing with activity. Most of the new arrivals for the convention were milling around and signing in. It was no trouble at all for me to slip a name tag off the table and palm it before heading off to the formal dining room for a light dinner. I snapped the name tag on my jacket -- I had picked up a tag belonging to “Trish”.

The maitre d’ told the waiter to seat me, rather conspicuously I thought, at a small table almost in the center of the room. The courteous, and very handsome,  young waiter held my chair and offered me a wine list and menu.

It was hard to concentrate on the entrées listed because in reality, I was trying to look so prim and proper over the top or the menu, with the hope of catching sight of the gentleman I had seen at the check-in counter when I arrived. So dignified and noble he was. It was then I caught myself crossing my legs, squeezing my ‘Kegal’ muscles, and wiggling my foot.

It was all I could do to keep my hands from shaking when I spotted him across the room rising from his table headed straight toward me. And then, he was speaking to me. I kept looking at his name tag, trying to read it...did it say…“Thomas“?

In the back of my mind I was already trying to work out a quick plan to have him back in my suite before nightfall. I don't really remember hearing him ask if he could sit with me for dinner, but I do remember gathering my wits inviting him to do so.

He quickly introduced himself, and then read my name tag, guessing at what 'Trish” could be short for. I laughed inside but answered him quietly; "Patricia," I said then asked him how many days he would be here for the convention.

My heart raced in exhilaration and my cunt juices began to flow again when he said he was staying a few days after the convention. My nipples got hard as various sexual scenarios played out quickly in my mind!

But I was totally shocked when he looked me straight in the eye and asked me about my preferences in men and my preferences in the bedroom!

I seriously wanted to sound hard-to-get but couldn’t help myself. I took a deep breath, lowered my eyes for a moment, and then I looked up into his eyes and said, "Well, sir, if you don't have plans after dinner, I would love to have you join me in my suite for a drink, and I will show you a little of what I prefer in the bedroom."

I wiggled a little as his eyes bored into mine. I maintained my posture and my air of confidence, but what he didn't know was that with each wiggle, the butt plug in my ass moved just a bit, making me more and more aroused.

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I was fascinated by her unabashed, enthusiastic and confident response. And

because of the way she was dressed, I began to consider if she might be a lady-of-the-evening. She sounded like she had given that answer before; perhaps many times.

“Are you for real, Trish?” I asked. “Are you really with the convention or are you just here to meet some of the conventioneers?”

“No, I am not a prostitute,” she said. “I'm just a woman who is sure of what she wants, and I'm not afraid to say so. So, I'm telling you outright, there is something about you that brought out the topping-from-the-bottom leanings in me just now and I want to be with you."

Well, there it was. In direct terms. No beating around the bush. She was not shy but, how did she know that in real life that I only take on the dominant role in the bedroom. Certainly I was not about to let a good looking, well built, submissive girl down in Las Vegas where everything stays right here. My cock stiffened and stayed stiff as she rested her foot on mine throughout the rest of the meal.

“Well, yes, I think a night cap with you, in your room, would be great. Are you ready?” I asked as the bill was presented. She nodded and signed hers as I did mine. I assisted her from her chair and got a full glimpse of the top of her well developed tits as I stood behind her.

Her “room” was really a suite, and it must have been one of the best in the Grand. I’d never been in such a place. The price must have been huge. It was huge. The bar in the room was huge. The living room was huge. The Jacuzzi in the bathroom was huge. The bedroom was huge. The bed was huge and my cock was huge. And, she looked at it straining through my pants and smiled.

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I was amused but just shook my head. Instead of voicing my distress, I simply replied, "No, I am not a prostitute. But, I am a woman who is sure of what she wants, and I'm not afraid to say so. So, I'm telling you outright, that there is something about you that made me want to top-from-the-bottom..” I hoped he would catch the subtle reference. “I just want to be with you."

I could tell by his reaction that he was stunned by my reply, and more than a little aroused. In my imagination, I could visualize that under the table cover, his slacks were stretched and tented over his bulge, and it made me smile. I slipped off my shoe and dragged it slowly up his leg, my eyes never leaving his.

Eventually, things relaxed a bit and we were able to make some general some small talk, though there was still an obvious and overriding erotic spark between us.
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Finally, he answered my first question, "Well, yes, I think a night cap with you, in your room, would be great."

I smiled as I signed my check and when he came to assist me with my chair, I made sure my hair was off my shoulders and that my cleavage was on display. I could feel his breath on my neck and I knew he was captivated by what he saw. And, I knew that my skirt had risen to at least the top of my stockings giving him, and everyone else, a clear view of my upper thighs.

As he escorted me back to my suite, I moved my hips suggestively, knowing that if he was the Dominant Male that I suspected him to be, I would eventually be punished for being such a tease. That thought made me smile...and squirm a little more.

He seemed surprised when he saw my suite. I guess having this particular set of rooms made it pretty obvious that I really wasn't there with a convention. But his cock, strained to explode through his pants, and made it quite obvious why he was there.

I offered him a seat, and walked toward the bar to get some drinks. I could feel his eyes watching me as I moved in that direction, and turned to look at his bulging pants again. I took a sip of the champagne and gave him a glass then said, "If you don't mind, Tom, I'll go get a little more comfortable and be right back."

He nodded and waved me toward the bedroom, but didn't say anything. I took that as a sign that he was expecting to get lucky. I walked into the bedroom, but decided play hard to get and tease him just a little more.

I waited a moment and then went back into the living room where he was sitting, stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and said, "You know, how can I be assured that you are who you say you are? You could be an axe murderer! Or a cop! Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

I was getting wetter by the second, my nipples were getting harder and the plug was moving in my ass with each step I took. I wanted him so badly!

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“Why you little cock tease,” I said, harshly, “you knew what you were doing all along. You know deep in your cunt that I’m not a threat to you and I’m not a cop either. Every time you saw me tonight, I was alone and we met unexpectedly each time. And, I’m not wearing a wire either.”

I got up and walked to her and made her feel my chest and back to make sure I wasn’t making a recording of what we were doing. Then I took her hand in mine and made her touch my crotch which excited her as much as it did me.

I took her head in my hands and looked her straight in the eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now, and I’m raise your blouse and unsnap your bra, and if you don’t want me to do that, say ‘no’ right now.”

With no resistance from her, I kissed her soft lips and she returned the kiss passionately. When her bra strap fell loose, I reached under the bra cups to feel her tits. She moaned when I found her nipples, hard yet pliant. Her tits were firm, full and perfectly shaped; just the way I like them.

The ‘top-from-the-bottom’ code phrase she had used earlier rang again in my ears. It was time to see just how submissive this little lady really was. The shades across the windows in the room had not been pulled. While the suite was on the thirty first floor, I wondered if she would strip for me without shutting the curtains.

“Now stand over there and take off your blouse and skirt and shed that damn bra. You don’t need it.”

Damn, when the skirt slithered to the floor, I was stunned to see that Trish was only wearing high, self-hold hose; no panties. And, she had shaved her cunt smooth. I circled behind her and found my next surprise; a butt plug. I gave it a gentle shove and she moaned again. I could see her juices oozing out onto her outer cunt lips. She was as hot as a firecracker.

“Let me look at you,” I told her. “Put your arms behind your head and pose for me. Now lift your tits with your hands and play with your nipples; pull them and squeeze them.”

Trish was as compliant as any Master could have wanted. Her eyes said she needed more.

“Kneel in front of me, still hold your tits. I want you to service my cock,” I said. Trish moved to her knees quickly, like she had be struck by lightening. Her mouth opened eagerly as I made her kiss the pre cum off the tip. I edged my cock into her mouth and held her head steady so she could feel the rhythm I wanted. My cock swelled to it’s fullest girth.

Then I had her place her arms behind her head again and thrust her tits in my direction. I grabbed her nipples and used them to pull her forward on me. I rode her mouth with the gusto of a young stallion.

Before I got to the point of actually cumming in her mouth, I told her to lay on her back and raise her ass toward me with her hands. Without being told, she splayed her well formed and limber legs wide and back toward her shoulders allowing her cunt juice to seep openly onto her very available and throbbing cunt lips.

“Why you wanton, cock sucking, cum loving, slut. You can’t get enough can you, girl?” I said to her. “Well, if you want this cock in your cunt, you will have to beg for it.”

And, beg she did. “Oh, Sir, I need your cock badly. I have wanted it all night and I‘m sorry for being such a tease. I’m ready for you, Sir. Just fuck me now. Hard and fast, and for as long as you want,” she said.

She was as tight as a virgin; that coming from the plug in her ass. And she literally screamed in my ear as I thrust into her sopping cunt with erotic energy. In an effort to stroke my cock directly on her clit for maximum stimulation, I leaned over her and placed my hands on either side of her magnificent chest. Within less than two dozen strokes we both were engulfed in the throes of thunderous orgasm.

After she regained her composure, she said in a somewhat husky voice, “What’s next big man? Do what you want with me!”

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The moonlight was streaming into the large living area and I was in a desperate way. I had taken more than a few sips from the complimentary and chilled bottles of champagne and I was hot to trot.  My cunt was literally dripping. When he told me to strip for him, I didn’t hesitate a second despite the fact that the curtains were wide open. My attempt to play hard to get was short lived to be sure.

I wanted the thick cock of this god-of-a-man in me and I let him know it -- in fact he made be beg to be fucked. He had seen the butt plug and knew I was not just some floozy after a cheap fuck. I wanted him to play with me, use me, humiliate me, and treat me like a willing and ready stranger.  I laid on the carpet like he’d order me to do and I threw my legs wide apart and up to my shoulders inviting him into me. It wasn’t long before my clit was being stimulated like it rarely had before.

As I think back, I believe we both came at the same time. We laid there enjoying each other’s warmth, kissing and caressing each other for quite some time.  My cunt was throbbing and oozing his cum and my juices. I was still only wearing the stay-up hose and my high heels while enjoying him play with my left nipple. It wouldn’t be long, I thought, before all that juice would touch my hose.

But, I wanted more from him as the night was still young as far as I was concerned. I told him, in so many words, to have his way with me. And I wasn’t kidding!

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Trish was beautiful laying beside me. She made it clear that she was willing to be putty in my hands.

“I’m going to take away  your name, Trish, no more given name for you. I will just refer to you as my slave. I’m sure you won’t have a problem with that! I’m even thinking of sending you to that adult video and equipment store a few blocks from here to get me some real interesting toys for us to play with while we‘re together. While you’re gone, I’ll check at the super store, just off the strip, for some other material I can use.”

She replied something to the effect, “That would be fine with me, Sir.  I’ll call you Master and Sir and My Lord, from now on too, just so we formalize who is the boss and who is the submissive one in this erotic venture. Do you want me to do your shopping right now, Sir?”

I told her to make a list of things that she might like and that I’d add to it if I thought of something she missed.

She told me that she always traveled with her bullet vibrator, a butt plug, ben-wah balls, a stay-in-place dildo, and a tube of a mild stimulating gel. To that she suggested we add a blindfold, several styles of nipple clips, a slave collar, a more powerful stimulating gel, an arm binder, two whips, a spreader bar and a penis gag. My only suggestions were that she add an inflatable, vibrating, remote control, butt plug and remote controlled and vibrating dildo.

I told her that she would be required to bring me three items of clothing from her luggage that she might wear to the store… not three to actually wear but three from which I’d pick one for her to wear. Trish, winced visibly when she heard of that prospect.

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Everything he said to me made me want him more. Made me want to serve him, and please him, and make him proud of me.

I was actually elated when he said he was only going to call me his slave from now on. I told him I wanted to refer to him as my Master and Lord.

It was clear to me that I couldn’t touch my cunt or clit. not only because I knew my new Master had control over my pleasure centers but that if I did touch them I’d cum immediately which would get me punished. Of that I was sure.

He wanted me to go to an adult store to buy some “toy’s” as he called them and he wanted me to make up a shopping list. He was pleased with my selections especially the idea of having several new whips on hand. He added a few items which were really very exciting, like an inflatable, vibrating remote control butt plug. What slave wouldn’t want that!

But, my trip to the store was going to be embarrassing. He would only allow me to wear one dress on top of my heels and hose. No bra or under pants. Gratefully, Vegas is warm even at night but I was afraid  my nipples would stick out through the silk dress I had brought with me. I guess that’s what he wanted.

And, he wanted one more thing; he said  the spicy gel was a must for my walk to the store and he applied it generously to my ass hole and cunt. Since I wasn’t able to take a purse, I slid two hundred dollars in the top of each of my stockings.

He was going to do some shopping while I was gone too. But he wouldn’t tell me what items he had in mind. Now who was the tease?

He approved of how I looked for my spree and held the door for me as we left the suite together. As we rode down the elevator he kissed me and held my ass in his hands while  pushing the plug in deeper.

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As I smacked Trish on the ass as we were leaving the suite, I thought to myself, “this is stupid, I need to move my bags and cancel my own room since I won’t be using it at all.”  I stopped off at the check-out counter and watched her walk across the lobby and out the door to do her shopping. “What a marvelous ass, what a strut, what a body,” I thought to myself, “and I’m going to have me some great fun with this broad for five more days.”  My cock got hard just contemplating what lay ahead.

In retrospect, perhaps she had this all planned out because she did give me a spare key to her suite. Hummmm.

My own shopping included the purchase of some ceiling hooks with screw ends already attached; actually these were hooks made for hanging plants and such. In this case, ‘lil Trish would be hanging from them. Then I had to find a full length of cloths line, a sharp knife, a full pack of clothes pins, a role of easy-off painters tape, an inexpensive paint brush, a tube of Ben Gay cream, some Tabasco sauce, talcum powder, two enema bags, k-y jelly, several small fishing weights, a half dozen S hooks, a few heavy duty pulleys, a dog leash, and some long heavy duty leather boot laces. We were going to have plenty of erotic stuff on hand and I was ready to put my ‘slave-for-a -week’  through her paces.

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I made it to the adult store but my feet hurt and my nipples were sore from rubbing against the fabric of my dress.  That said, my ego was boosted considerably as a result of all the cat-calls that were directed my way.

As I was about to enter the store, I became aware, for the first time, that I was emitting a strong womanly odor; a sexually attractive odor. “Oh this will be an interesting turn of events”, I thought.

I had rehearsed the list of items my Master and I had agree for me to purchase but my mind went blank when the first guy I passed remarked something like “that chick has been ridden hard and put away wet. Whew!” I was mortified!

But I had a job to do and I was going to do it.

Just getting to my money to pay for my selections, which I had stashed at the top of my hose, was an experience. I had to raise the hem of my dress to almost my well shaved cunt and that created a stir as well, particularly for the sales clerks. There were two of them;  a guy and a girl. The guy just couldn’t resist saying that he wished that the girl had legs like mine and a cunt to match. I’m sure I turned a crimson red.

I actually bought three whips just because they all were on sale and I knew Tom would enjoy using them on me. So three hundred dollars later, after I threw what change I had in one of the bags, I sauntered out the door with a large brown bag in each hand, to the applause of the remaining customers and kinda felt satisfied with myself for having endured the experience.

I didn’t see Tom in the lobby at first. I finally saw him standing by the elevators. He had a big smile on his face when he saw me striding erect and self assured and I knew then that he was pleased with me too.

He just have gotten back from his errands earlier and had come down to see how I was doing. I was surprised that he didn’t take the bags from me but after the doors to the elevator closed, he pulled my head toward him and kissed me softly. Then he wrapped his big arms around mine and pulled me close in a tit crushing hug. I could have taken another one but the doors to my floor opened to let us out.

It was getting very late, so we decided to keep all of our erotic merchandise in their bags until Monday morning. After I showered and douched, we laid in the extra large bed in the semi-darkness that is Vegas. My oft-thought dream of being the perfect stranger to a wonderful lover had been  met.

He held me tight under his right shoulder and whispered that he would keep me naked in heels for most of the time we had left together. And, then he said that each morning, as his slave girl, I would be required to wake him up and energize his cock with my mouth.

Now, how is a girl to get any sleep with those visions dancing in her head?

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The End of Chapter # 1

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Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989.  LC