(Intro: this story is written from the point of view of a willing Submissive [“Paula”].  Paula hasn’t yet truly understood what it means to be the Sub she claims she wants to be for her Sir, and Paula is about to have some humiliating life-changing experiences that will show her what it means to be owned by another.  Paula is going to learn that it’s more than a fun temporary risqué thrill while in the bedroom: Paula is about to learn what the word Submissive means.  And the result? Paula may want to think twice in the future before she claims she wants something- as her Sir is about to show her!)

CHAPTER ONE

HOW HAD SHE ENDED UP HERE?!  SHE WAS ALMOST HANGING: TOES BARELY ABLE TO HOLD HER WEIGHT AS THEY SQUIRMED AND DESPERATELY PRESSED AGAINST THE 5” WEDGE SANDALS STRAPPED AROUND EACH ANKLE ON EACH FOOT… THE WHOLE EFFORT MADE MORE DIFFICULT BY HER ANKLES BEING CHAINED ABOUT 2 METERS APART.

HER HANDS WERE SPREAD ABOUT 2 METERS WIDE, CUFFED AND CHAINED. 

IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL, SUNNY DAY, AND HER BEAUTIFUL SUNNY APARTMENT HAD TWO HUGE PICTURE WINDOWS- ALMOST FLOOR TO CEILING IN THE CORNER OF HER LIVING ROOM. 

THE VIEW OUT WAS OF THE ENTIRE DOWNTOWN AND SURROUNDING STADIUMS, CONVENTION CENTERS, OFFICE BUILDINGS, TWO BUSY STREETS AND MOUNTAINS.

THE VIEW IN SHOWED PAULA: IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, TOTALLY NAKED, ARMS AND LEGS STRAINING IN HER SPREAD EAGLED POSITION.  PEOPLE PASSING BY THE SIDEWALKS AND PATHS TO THE TRACK, NOT 30’ FROM HER PHYSICALLY, STOPPED TO OPEN MOUTHEDLY GAPE AT THE SPECTACLE….  SHE CRINGED TO THINK HOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE COULD SEE HER THAT SHE COULD NOT SEE: ALL THOSE WINDOWS ON ALL THOSE BUILDINGS! CONDOS AND OFFICES ALIKE, IT WAS A FREE FOR ALL PAULA SHOW.

PAULA, A PROFESSIONAL, RESPECTED, LATE 20’S BOMBSHELL, HAD POSTED A RISQUE AD LAST SUMMER READING “BEGINNER SUBMISSIVE”. 

THE FIRST (AND ONLY) PHYSICAL MEETING SHE’D ENGAGED IN RESPONSE- PERSONALLY CHOSEN FROM HER MIRIAD OF REPLIES- HAD BEEN THE FIRST DAY OF HER NEW LIFE. 

THE MAN SHE MET ON THAT FIRST MEETING- HER SIR- AND SHE HAD SEEMED A PERFECT MATCH; THEY WERE SMITTEN WITH EACH OTHER FROM THE START; NEITHER COULD BELIEVE THEIR GOOD LUCK.

BESIDES BOTH HAVING BUSY DOWNTOWN OFFICE CAREERS, SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS, ENDLESS CHORES AND RESPONSIBILITIES, ETC., FOR THE FIRST TIME SHE HAD BEEN ABLE TO EXPLORE HER NEEDS: OF BEING SPANKED, WHIPPED, DOMINATED! 

BUT HER SIR HAD ALWAYS TOLD HER, THAT TO MAKE HER COMFORTABLE, THEY WOULD MOVE AT HER PACE; THAT EVEN THOUGH HE WAS “DOM” AND SHE “SUB” HE CARED FOR HER AND WANTED HER TO COMFORTABLY ADJUST TO THIS LIFESTYLE WHICH SHE THOUGHT SHE WANTED.  OF COURSE, SHE EXPERIENCED MORE IN THE NEXT 6 MONTHS THAN SHE EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE: UNABLE TO SWIM WITH VISITING FAMILY BECAUSE OF BRUISES; RESTRAINTS; TOYS SHE HADN’T KNOWN EXISTED, ETC.

BUT BECAUSE SHE KNEW SHE ALWAYS HAD HER SAFETY NET- SHE COULD ALWAYS JUST REFUSE, BALK, OPT OUT, IT WAS AS IF SHE AND HER  SIR WERE NOTHING BUT PLAYMATES, PLAYING AT THE DOM/SUB ROLES AND AT THEIR RELATIONSHIP.

UNTIL SIR DECIDED HE HAD HAD ENOUGH AND HE WAS GOING TO SHOW “SUB” EXACTLY WHAT SHE HAD SIGNED UP FOR.

PRESENT:

Sir had told her to be showered and ready by 3:00pm.

So Paula did so!

For readers who wish to create a mental image:  She was 5’4”, 125lb, dirty blonde natural long hair and deep brown eyes; her face was flawless, in short, she was gorgeous.  It didn’t hurt that Paula also had the nicest tits and ass one can imagine.  Literally.  An artist; a scientist even! couldn’t have made them more appealing. 

She was also exceedingly intelligent and had been raised in the elite world where names on the bank account meant more than the amounts in it; where country houses in the English countryside and banana plantations in the Dominican Republic had been hers to enjoy since birth.  But enough about Paula and where she’s from, etc.  This story is about what Paula is about to experience.

He had instructed her to be naked and kneeling ‘in position’- knees spread as wide as possible on the hard ridged rattan rug in her living room, hands behind her back with wrists together, her back arched with her tits pushed out and her chin up.  She was to be in position until he arrived.

At 3:55 she heard the front door open downstairs and His footsteps approaching… Paula sighed with happiness and relief.

He strode in, threw a cursory glance over at her to make sure she was in the position he had ordered, and without a word- without even making eye contact- he jerked her head back by her hair.

She whimpered, looking up at Him hoping he’d look at her; her knees throbbed and had deep criss-crossed marks of the pattern from the rough rug, her thighs shook from the strain of sitting at attention for almost an hour: her cunt was swollen, however, and the puffy lips quivered, desperate for a touch… mad for release from the constant stimulation… Paula was ashamed by the wetness she could feel and desperately hoped her pussy wasn’t dripping obscenely.

He roughly shoved a large purple ball-gag into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide and strapped it tightly behind her head.  He then quickly affixed her Collar tightly around her neck; finally He clipped a leash onto the ring in the front of Paula’s Collar.

Still without making eye contact (although Sir could see in His periphery Paula’s eyes begging Him to acknowledge Paula) he ordered “Wait here and don’t move.”

Paula’s eyes followed his movement as He walked down the front stairs as if to leave again.  Paula gave an involuntary muffled cry as Paula thought about the torture of Her Sir’s leaving Paula like this- stimulated and hot and uncomfortable and alone!  Paula was distraught…

Unfortunately for Paula, what Sir was about to make Paula endure was to be much, much worse than leaving Paula as is…

Paula heard the front door open then to Paula’s shock and horror Paula heard Sir say “Come in now. Quickly.”

Before Paula could react or process what was happening Sir appeared with two other people!

Paula recognized Sir’s best friend (“Friend”) and a petite attractive brunette (“Slut”) Paula had never seen before.  Paula lurched forward in a futile attempt to run- shameful and naked- to Paula’s own bedroom- however, Sir had anticipated Paula’s panic; He efficiently and coldly strode over to Paula and seized her arms, forcing Paula’s face into the carpet and bending Paula over.

Paula had never been naked in front of anyone other than her Sir before: that is to say, she had never been naked in front of her Sir, while other people were present!

Before Paula could react Friend had, in an obviously pre-determined manner, snapped cuffs on her wrists: and with her face still smashed into the floor, he firmly held both thrashing ankles as Sir secured them in a spreader bar.  The finishing touch was a short length of rope which Sir deftly looped between Paula’s handcuffs and the spreader bar.

Sir and Friend stood up and walked away: almost as an afterthought Sir stooped to grab the leash and without looking over His shoulder, jerked it with Him as they walked into the kitchen.

Paula, now adorned with a ball-gag, collar and leash, with her shoulders twisted back to secure her hands behind her and with less than 12 inches from her bound ankles, her knees forced apart to reveal the cunt and asshole,  she had to desperately keep up- waddling and frantic- as the leash pulled Paula forward.

Less than 5 minutes had elapsed since Sir, Friend, and Slut had entered.  Throughout this time, Slut had stood silently by the door with rigid posture.

While Paula hobbled onto the cold kitchen tiles being strung along on the leash, occasionally banging her face onto the floor when she lost her footing, Sir and Friend conversed while they grabbed two beers from the fridge.  They returned to the living room and sat on the couch, all the while dragging Paula behind them.

Paula’s mind raced trying to process the situation and the burning shame of Friend and Slut’s presence.  Paula couldn’t believe Sir was forcing Paula into this without so much as the respect of even a glance.  Paula stifled a sob as Sir, still talking animatedly with Friend, roughly shoved Paula’s face down forcing Paula to lose her balance and fall forward into a kneeling position with the soles of her feet now facing up toward the ceiling.  As if Paula’s humiliation couldn’t be more complete, Friend raised his feet and placed them on Paula’s back as Paula was now nothing but a footrest.

After they turned on the TV, Sir finally acknowledged Slut’s presence, albeit without a glance even in her direction; “Walk over here now Slut and strip naked you have 30 seconds.”

Slut jumped toward the couch and quickly stripped while Sir and Friend sipped their beers.  Slut’s nipples both had rings through them, and Sir could see a flash of metal from the rings through both Slut’s labia, with a fifth ring through the clit.

Once stripped naked Sir rose and said “Raise your hands above your head Slut”- Slut obediently compiled.  There was molding with two columns framing an open door/passageway from the center room into the living room in the old but well maintained house.

Sir tied Slut’s wrists tightly with rope and clipped them into a hook at the top of this open doorframe, with Slut facing into the living room; a rope was tied around each of Slut’s ankles, and spread wide, each clipped into a hook on the bottom of either side of the 2 meter wide doorframe.  Sir wrapped tape around her mouth and the back of her head.

Turning so both Bitches could see Him Sir said “Now listen to me you whores.  This afternoon will be long and arduous for you both.  Friend and I intend to use you both however we choose and you will take everything we give you and be grateful for it.  Now, Paula- you will keep your eyes on Slut until I tell you otherwise.”  Tears streaming down her frightened face Paula raised her eyes to look at Slut. 

Paula made a muffled series of grunts and moans and shrieks from behind her large ball gag; saliva drooled down from her face.  Without missing a beat, Sir calmly but forcefully swiveled on His feet to deliver a back-hand to Paula’s cheek.  She recoiled and began to sob in earnest.

Faithful reader, please take note, that Paula and Sir have been, up to this point, basically “play-acting” at a true D/s relationship.  Sir could listen to Paula’s balking and whining for as long as He chose, and He chose to stop hearing it now.  Paula wanted to be a “sub”, so she thought?!   Well, Sir was about to show her what that meant, and a swift harsh slap across the face was the least of Paula’s worries now… Too bad Paula doesn’t know that! 

While He spoke Sir had begun to roughly squeeze and maul Slut’s tits, twisting the nipples cruelly as Slut’s chest heaved with the effort of breathing only through Slut’s nose.  Slut attempted to twist away, which would prove to be a mistake for Slut!

Friend stood up and attached a chain to each of Slut’s nipple rings and secured them to the doorframes posts, pulling Slut’s breasts apart; Slut could not move Slut’s body to either side without considerable pain from the nipple rings.

While Paula watched in terror, Friend removed his belt and SMACK without warning whipped the thick leather across Slut’s now stretched tight tits.  Slut screamed: even with the tape wrapped around her mouth it was LOUD!!!!; and Paula cried; Sir walked over to where Paula lay immobile on the floor. 

He ran His hand down her back and across her ass cheeks, whispering into her ear: “I’m going to take your ball-gag out and you are going to count.  Every time you miss one you will receive 5 blows; I will keep track.  You are not to speak unless it is numbers, although you may scream.”  As Paula’s eyes widened Sir laughed…

Paula’s ball-gag was removed and with Friend’s eyes on her naked body he whipped Slut across the belly.  Slut bent from the force and Paula stuttered “One… um, ONE!”

Sir moved behind Paula out of her line of vision and Paula heard the steady whine of a motor-operated device.  With Friend still leering at her, not even looking at Slut he again lashed out hitting Slut on the side and then back again across her upper stomach below her breasts.

As Paula began to cry out “Two” Paula felt the vibrator touch her engorged clit; Paula jerked forward and screamed “THREE!!!!!!!!!”

For the next 50 straight minutes Friend beat Slut with his belt- on the thighs, front and back, the tits, belly and ass.  He was random in placement and timing, adding to both Bitches torture.  Meanwhile, Paula attempted to count while being forced to orgasm a total of twelve times- moaning and writhing, after the first few Paula’s cunt was so sore and sensitive the subsequent orgasms Sir forced her to have were torture: so painful and exhausting and so totally humiliating for her that she was gasping for breath- between shrieking and crying and shouting out numbers. 

Sir and Friend walked away, Friend tossing the belt over his shoulder onto the floor as if it were a candy wrapper.  They joked their way leisurely to the corner cabinet where Sir poured two neat whiskey scotches for them.  As they sipped them, Friend commented on how his shoulder felt sore from the beating.  Both men laughed as they sipped their refreshment.

Meanwhile, both Bitches bodies dripped sweat; temporarily relieved of their constant torment over the last hour, both sobbed with heads hanging.

Slut had received a total of 62 blows.  Paula had missed 4 counts. 

Heaving a sigh, as if it were such a burden on Him, Sir set down his empty highball glass.

“Ok Paula, let’s get your punishment over with.”  Sir untied the rope connecting her ankle bar to her cuffed wrists and ordered “Go lay over Friend’s knees, ass up high.  I am going to spank you bare-assed twenty times and each time you will thank me for spanking you.”

Shaking in fear and shame, her face scarlet, Paula awkwardly crawled onto Friend’s lap, her head hanging down with her bare ass held high; she wept silently in abject humiliation and was unprepared for the first blow.  Sir had smashed her right ass cheek with a paddle.  Paula screamed and her legs kicked up.  “th… thank you Sir…” Paula managed to choke out between her sobs.

“Good Girl” said Sir as he efficiently proceeded to spank her bare ass 19 more times all in quick succession, alternating cheeks; after the first few Paula was screaming and bucking her legs with every blow- although drooling and crying, snot running down her face as her body continued to heave and convulse, Paula managed to thank Sir for every blow she received.

“Good Girl” Sir said again after he finished. 

“Now I am going to untie you and place these nipple clamps on with 6 weights on each.  You are then going to use and abuse Slut for our pleasure for the next two solid hours: over the first hour you will not allow Slut to cum; over the second hour, you will force Slut to cum as many times as you can; the more times you force Slut to cum, the less your next punishment will be.  You will use a strap on and this ring gag and this paddle.  You may also use this large butt plug, these anal beads, this dildo and this vibrator.  Now.  Impress me.

Oh…, and Paula? Your turn is next after we’re tired with Slut, and you haven’t even begun your ordeal and punishments: if I were you I’d try real hard to reduce the pain and torture you currently have waiting for you.”  (Sir’s emphasis of certain words made Paula literally sick with fear and dread.)

Sir laughed again, aloud, at Paula’s expression of horror.  Friend sipped his beer and surveyed the scene with a leering, mocking, and frankly smugly insufferable smirk on his face.

After an hour Slut was sweaty and wild-eyed with her need to cum; Paula had strapped her down spread eagled on the bed and abused Slut’s tits while using the anal beads over and over Paula would pause to gently bite Sluts swollen clit, making her arch off the bed, making garbled pleas through her ring gag.  Sir and Friend laughed at her torment.  For the final 15 minutes of the first hour, Paula held the vibrator against Slut’s clit, letting it up every time one second before Slut could cum: the whole time Paula was straddling Slut with Paula’s face down above Slut’s cunt to keep close control of Slut’s arousal, and mashing her cunt down on Slut’s face, forcing her to make Paula cum again and again- which further tormented Slut’s inability to cum: having to make and watch Paula cum and have Paula’s cum all over her face, in her nose and eyes and mouth of course.

The next hour was just as bad for poor Slut, she was made to cum a total of 26 times: after 60 minutes Slut laid in a pool of her own sweat and pussy juices, chest heaving to catch her breath, face still covered in Paula’s dried cum, utterly exhausted.

Sir and Friend exchanged glances and wicked grins.

“Paula, on your knees in front of me and suck my cock now.”  Sir said, as Friend sauntered over to the bound Slut, her wide fearful eyes following him as he lowered his pants.  Kneeling on the bed over Slut’s face, he forced his long hard cock down her throat through her ring gag.

Sir came all over Paula’s face just as Friend shot loads of cum down Slut’s throat, nearly choking her.  Sir quickly forced Paula up and bent her ass over the bed- her face above Slut’s, and the 2 men watched as Slut swallowed her second load of cum- this time by licking Sir’s cum off Paula’s face.

“Beer break?” Friend suggested.

CHAPTER TWO- cuming ASAP! Promise.