## Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by bandit666 » Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:48 am

Part one
As she lent against the door frame. Her firm trim body clad in just shocking pink satin panties and shear flowing babydoll nightie 42 year old divorcee Claire Marsh felt a warm glow inside. A glow of contentment and satisfaction that she had needed for so long. For in her mind not only had a age old fantasy finally been met but she also knew where her life was destined to head. And she had, and was loving every second of it so far. She knew that what had happened was only the start and more was to follow. But in her mind that was the whole point. For she had at last met the man who would dominate her. That would control her every action. That would care for her. That would even when not with her ensure she was satisfied.
It hadn't been a simple spur of the moment adventure. It wasn't just a fling or one night stand. Oh no it had all begun many months earlier. When with her daughter leaving for university. Well the sexy blonde divorcee had found herself alone for the first time in many many years. She had known what dreams and fantasies had kept her going in the lonely times. She knew what got her aroused. Got her wet and made her cum. She knew just what she wanted to experience. For oh so long Claire had felt a need that just had to be satisfied. A need that even her ex husband had never understood. Had never wanted to be involved in. As you see Claire so longed to be dominated. Longed to be controlled. Longed to be loved for who she was. Loved for her desires and lust. Loved for being a slave.
She had of course taken her time. Thought long and hard. Before finally joining one of the many bondage chat rooms. A chat room that did in fact allow contact with dominating men in the area. And one such man had stood out from the crowd. Had proved to be be as friendly and open as she longed for. Had proved to be as flirty and naughty as she was. Better yet he worked only 5 minutes from her home. Lived only 30 minutes away. He'd been willing to simply chat about what she longed for. He'd been happy to flirt and play a little. So much so that Claire had opened up more and more. Had shared texts and photos. Until finally the first meeting had happened that day. Until finally she'd made one of the biggest steps in her life, she had become a sub. She had become his plaything. She had become, for want of a better term, his slave. And she loved it.
Yet it wasn't as if Claire had ever been short of admires. Whether it was before her marriage. Or after her divorce. She had over heard comments made by the fathers of her daughters friends. Had heard the irritating whistles of workmen. Had even heard herself being described as the ultimate milf. And why wouldn't she. She may be 42 years of age but she'd taken care of herself. Could easily pass for a younger woman. What with her long, flowing straight natural blonde hair. Her piercing, twinkling blue eyes. Eye that she was once told could melt the heart of an iceman.
At 5' 9" Claire had been told she had the sort of toned long legs many others would kill for. Had heard people describe her butt as looking so firm and pert they'd love to grab hold and squeeze. Hell some of them had even said how they'd love to give it a good spanking. An idea she wasn't adverse to. But only with the right man. And yet the comments hadn't stopped there. Thanks mainly to her impressive flat stomach and awesome firm, round all natural 32dd's.
Oh yes Claire knew how men and even a few women looked at her as she worked out in the gym. Or jogged down the street in her figure hugging lycra leggings and sports bra. She knew how some people gazed at her in her tight jeans and tank tops as she shopped. She knew how it felt to be chatted up over and over again when out with friends. Her tight little dresses coursing quite a stir. And yet all she longed for. All she wanted was the special kind of feelings and love the pinging of her phone had provided that day.
Claire had known a text would one day arrive. They had discussed such things. They had in fact decided she wouldn't have prior warnings. They had decided she must continue her life as normal until the day it begun. And that's exactly what Claire had done. She'd spent the morning working from home. The pleasure of being a self employed accountant. She had relaxed at the kitchen table and enjoyed a light tuna pasta for lunch. She had been enjoying a cup of coffee when her phone pinged. It was ping she knew well. A ping she had set aside for the man she hoped would dominate her.
And so it all began. Yet right then the sexy blonde didn't know it. Didn't know what was about to happen. What she was about to do. Didn't know her life was about to change forever. Or in her eyes for the better. Slowly she had reached over. Her heart skipping a beat as it always did. Slowly she typed in her pin. Slowly she opened the text and read....
"Good afternoon my sexy little lady I hope you're well and happy. I hope you have eaten and feel refreshed. For you see I have decided it's time. So tell me now are you ready to begin. Are you ready to become my obediant little slave."
Claire had to admit as she read on she loved how he always called her sexy lady. Loved how he always wanted to know she was well and feeling happy. And right then as she read on she certainly did. Even if her stomach was full of butterfly's. Even if she was about to reply to a text that would change her life forever. Even if she felt nerves she couldn't express. But reply she did. Taking her time as her hands trembled and her heart pounded in her heaving chest.
"You have caught me out. You have left my heart beating faster than ever before. But I am well and right now happier than I can explain. As I say yes my master I am ready for it to begin."
Even as she'd hit send on her phone Claire wondered if she'd done the right thing. Should she have backed out. Should she have said no not yet. But something inside her said it was now or never. It was what she wanted. It was what she longed for. And yet it seemed like an eternity before she heard that tuneful ping ping once more.
"I am so very pleased to hear you say such words my incredably sexy lady. And I have plenty of challenges and tests for you to pass. But first tell me two things. Did you recieve the parcel I sent you? And we're you a good little slave by not opening it?"
Now Claire couldn't explain how seeing the word slave made her feel. Couldn't explain the way looking at it over and over again seemed to make her wet and aroused. And she didn't know how to tell the man she was now surrending to how much she wanted to hear it. But at least she could answer his questions. For she had indeed recieved the surprisingly large parcel he refered to. And despite the days and days of temptation she had resisted the need to look inside. But Claire couldn't help but wonder what he meant by challenges and test. Yet she didn't ask as she wrote back.
"Oh yes master. Can I call you master yet as I haven't proved myself to you. I got your parcel and it was so much bigger than I expected. It has been such a temptation to me but I have been a very good slave and not opened it. I have not even taken a little peek inside."
Well Claire realised what she had done. For not only had she asked if she could even call the man she had chatted to. The man she had flirted with her master but for the first time she had called herself his slave. Yet outwardly she was trembling. Was shaking with both nerves and excitement. Beneath she felt a tranquility. A peace she couldn't explain as she waited for his response. And thankfully to that sexy blonde sitting in her kitchen the response came quickly.
"I am so glad to hear you have been a good little slave. That you have avoided the temptation I sent your way. And to answer your question not only can you call me master. If you fail to do so I will punish you for your insolence. For your disobedience. And for your disrespect. But now it's time to really put you to the test. To truly test your willingness to obey me as your master. Firstly I require you to leave your door unlocked so I can gain access when I deem the time is right. After which I want you to take the box under your arm and head directly to your bedroom. And lastly once inside your room. Your once safe haven you will send me a photo. A photo that shows me that unopened box and also let's me see what my sexy lady is wearing."
Claire couldn't believe she was being told to leave her door unlocked. She wanted to ask if there was another way. And yet she resisted. She obeyed the orders of the man she'd decided to trust. Had decided to allow to make her dreams and fantasies come true. She left her door unlocked. For while she had no idea what was to come Claire knew he would need to gain access.
So it had been that once the door had been taken care of with box in hand that the sexy blonde milf headed upstairs. Upstairs to her bedroom. Upstairs where with the aid of a full length mirror she could meet his other orders. And yet it hadn't been easy taking a picture of herself with box in hand. A picture that also showed how she looked squeezed into such a tight pair of jeans. A picture that showed her bulging, heaving chest in her tight white tank top. But finally she had been happy with the outcome and off the photo went. Only a few words in addition.
"Here you are my bold and dominating master. I so hope you like what you see. That your obediant slave has pleased you with her actions."
Now she had no idea how long it would take before a reply arrived. She asked herself over and over again if she was doing the right thing. Was he having a good laugh at her expense. Was anyone else getting to see what she was saying and doing. Claire didn't know. And yet something deep inside her was willing her on. Something deep inside her was saying he could be trusted. So when her phone pinged again she almost threw the box on the bed so she could read on.
"Oh yes you are as always looking so very, very sexy. And yet you are home all alone and as such as my slave you wear to much. So while I love to see you in such tight jeans and bust revealing tops. I think as my slave you should strip. You should allow me to see you in just your panties and bra. But I want no cheating. I want no slipping into something sexy just to please me. So I will expect your next message in only 3 minutes."
"His texts are so sweet, so delicate so full of flattery and love. And yet so commanding. So dominating. How can he make me feel like this. How can he control me so easily. Get me to do things I would never have even dreamed of only a few months again." Claire asked herself even as she quickly pulled off her tank top and yanked down her jeans. Pausing only long enough to straighten her panties and put right her bra. Pausing only long enough to look at herself in that full lenght mirror.
For even as she smiled. Even as she struck a pose Claire knew just what the man she had decided to submit to could see. She knew he had all ready seen her in lingerie and a lot less through the private emails they had shared. Yet this time it was different. This time she had no idea who if anyone was with him. Who else might be seeing her like that. But in time she would learn her new master would never allow anyone else to see her in a compromising position.
But in the meanwhile all Claire knew was he would be able to see how she had decided to spend a little time with some wax strips and her razor. How thanks to the thin flimsy lace of her black panties he would be allowed to see her newly trimmed bush. How he would see the way she had shaped it into a broard arrowhead pointing towards her wanting bud. And how her white padded uplift bra would make her already incredible breasts bulge. Yet all she longed for was his next text. All she wanted was her masters approval.
"OMG how have I been so lucky as to find such a sexy. Such an amazing. Such an awesome slave as you. How have I been so blessed as to see such beauty. I can see all so clearly what you have been doing and I aprove. And yet you have been oh so naughty. You have been oh so bad. For any sexy lady. Any sexy professional. And most of all any sexy slave knows only matching underwear is allowed. But whatever should I do to such a stunning slave. I know remove the offending items. Strip and show me your naked beauty my naughty, bad slave."
It was indeed a text Claire hadn't expected. She had never expected to be told she was naughty. She had never expected to be told what a bad slave she was. And yet those two words made her feel so hot. So steamy. So aroused. For reasons she couldn't explain that sexy blonde almost ripped her panties off. Almost yanked her bra over her head. But she was shaking so much she did in fact fumble with the clasps of her bra. She did almost crashed to the floor as her trembling hands eased the lace panties off. All while she read the text not once, not twice but three times more.
Her mind had been racing . The thought of sending such a photo via text making her nervous to say the least. As never before had Claire sent such a picture in such a way. She wasn't even sure she wanted to. Yet she had come so far. Had learnt to trust the man she was calling master. And most of all felt compelled to follow his orders. So it was that while a shiver of excitement swept through her body like an earthquake off the photo went.
Now Claire's heart raced as she waited for his reply. It seemed to pound so hard against her chest. Just like her pulse seemed to explode in a cascade. She longed to hear the next pinging sound. Longed to read his words of support. Longed to read his words of caring and love. Anything to say he liked what he saw. Yet timed seemed to pass so slowly. The seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes like hours. So when finally the unmistakable ping, ping sound broke the silence. Well Claire snatched her phone and opened up her texts.
"Well I have said it before and I will say it again. OH MY GOD. You are so hot. You are so sexy. You are so beautiful. And I am truly blessed. But no matter how hot and sexy you are you're still a very naughty slave. A slave that deserves to be placed over my knee and spanked. Yet oh so sadly that will have to wait. For its not time for me to join you yet. Still as your master I will not let you off. Or let you get away with such naughty actions. So as such I want you to reach out into that set of draws I know you're beside. I want you to reach inside and withdraw that special swimsuit you told me about. The swimsuit that hugs you oh so tightly. I want to see you squeezed inside it."
Of course Claire knew which swimsuit he was referring to. She had bought it only days earlier. She had picked it just to please him. She had known it was a colour he liked. But most of all she knew it was one size to small. And yet that wasn't what had made her mind spin. It wasn't that he told her how sexy she was whipe wanting her to cover up. No it was the the way he said she needed a spanking. The thought of willingly going of his knee. It was the thought of him punishing her that got her all excited. Got her wet and wanting.
So it didn't take that sexy blonde long to reach into the draw he had spoken about. Didn't take her long to remove the swimsuit. A swimsuit that simply shimmered. It's bright blue lycra almost a perfect match to Claire's eyes. But that wasn't why the man wanted to see Claire dressed in such a way. And she knew it. He wanted to see how it moulded to her wet bud. How it squeezed her firm tight butt. How it cupped, squeezed and highlighted her mounds of pleasure. So yet again off went the expected photo. Yet again a nervous Claire awaited a reply. But thankfully it wasn't a long wait.
"Oh yes my slave you look so amazing. In fact you look good enough to eat as they say. But all in good time. For first you need your punishment don't you? And I just bet you're eager for that and more aren't you?"
Well it's so safe to say it wasn't a reply Claire expected. For while she loved to hear how hot and sexy she was. What she really wanted to hear was his plans for her domination and control. And yet that was just what was happening as she would later realise. For he knew how to tease and torment her. How to build up her tension and excitement. How to drive her wild and arouse her. But all Claire could do was wait. Was to reply. Was to follow his orders. And follow them she did as she replied best she could.
"Thank you for all your words towards your naughty slave master. Thank you for making her feel so special and wanted. And yes master she deserves to be punished for failing you. But of course she is desperate for more. More of her masters control. More of her masters orders. Yet above all she is desperate for her masters attention"
Now only a few months earlier Claire would never have sent such a message. Would never have expressed such a need to be controlled. Would never have called anyone master. And certainly wouldn't have agreed she needed to be punished. But then again only months ago what was happening had only been a dream. A fantasy that she never expected to live out. Yet Claire felt herself being swept along on a wave of her own arousal. Felt herself being cared for and dominated by a man who had listened. Who had decided he wanted her. Who had decided to change her life. So when the pinging of her phone echoed once more she simply couldn't wait to open up the text.
"You have no idea how wonderful it is you have you call me master. I can't describe over a message how knowing you are surrendering to me makes me feel. But most of all I can't tell you here like this just how special it is that you accept your punishment and want to become a good slave. So it's time to begin your training with a punishment I am sure you will accept. A punishment that in the end you will love. You have my little parcel in front of you now. Open it up and look inside. Take out that bullet shaped toy. Run it in and out of your mouth. Let me see you doing as I wish."
To say it was a message that shocked the beautiful blonde would be an understatement. And yet with every reply. With every word of support. With every word of control Claire found herself getting hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter. But most of all as horny as hell. So she didn't need to be told twice to open up that parcel. To delve inside. To find that bullet and its remote. She saw what else was inside. She knew what was likely to follow. Yet right there, right then she didn't care. She wanted to send not a photo but a short video. A video showing how she licked the slightly bulbous tip of the bullet. A video that showed how she slowly ran her tongue up and down its length. A video that showed her taking it fully and it was worked in and out of her mouth. Claire wanted her new master to see how she made love to his toy.
She rightly figured he would wait. Wouldn't mind a short delay. Especially if she got it right. Made sure it was a sight to behold. A sight that would arouse. A sight that would please. A sight that would delight. And judging by the rapid response. The rapid reply Claire had succeeded in her efforts.
"WOOOOOOOOOOW. Aren't you just the naughtiest little slave in the world. Arent you the sexiest lady ever. You know just what to do when it comes to entertaining your master. How to make sure he takes care of you. How to make sure you get what it is you want. And get it you will. But first on with your punishment you cheeky dirty lady. Take that bullet and slip it inside your wanting little pussy. Slip it all the way. Let it brush against your sweetest of point. Turn it on to its lowest setting. Let it tease and torment. For only when I say can it pleasure you as you wish."
Now Claire couldn't belive what she had just done. Never mind what she was being told to do next. Yet never before had she been made to feel such emotions. Never before had she been lead into a world of such pleasure. So while it was odd to be in such a position. While it would prove to be shear torture to feel such stimulation. A stimulation she knew would keep her hanging on the edge till god knows when. With difficultly. With unexpected effort finally the bullet was past the tantalisingly tight swimsuit. Finally it was torturing her clit. Finally it was making her gasp and moan. Moan like never before.
"Hello my wonderful master I have done as you ordered. I have slipped your wicked toy inside my wet pussy. I have gasped and moaned as it teases and tortures me. But please tell your naughty little slave when she will be allowed to feel it's pleasure."
It was after the sexually tormented moaning blonde had sent the text she realised the errors of her way. For Claire suddenly knew she should never have asked when pleasure would come. Should never have questioned the man who controlled her. But she was becoming desperate for his touch. Desperate to feel him against her. And for reasons she couldn't fully explain she wanted him to tell her what a bad girl she was. How she was his slutty little slave. How she belonged to him now. So when the reply arrived claire once more grabbed the phone. Once more felt her heart skip. Once more felt her pulse race.
"Oh such a naughty slave. You dare to question your master like that. You dare to push me into letting you have only the pleasure I can give. Well for that you will wait a little longer. For that I will make you feel my control. But first I think I should do something about your moans and gasps. Do something to make sure the neighbours don't hear your desperate pleas for release. Your pleas for forgiveness. Your pleas for satisfaction. So reach down. Pick up those black panties. Ball them up. Put them in that naughty dirty mouth of yours. Taste yourself as my toy torments you. Let me see your pleas. Let me see how you feel. Tell me what you are thinking. Then and only then will I continue with your domination."
Well Claire knew what she wanted to say. How she wanted to reply. She knew how he made her feel. He was showing her how he cared yet controled. How he was wicked yet wonderful. Sweet yet seductive. Flirtatious yet feeling. He made sure he kept her in place. Left her feeling like she must obey. Left her wanting to please him. Made he feel like she had no choice. All of which explained why she had let him do as he wished. Why she had reached down. Picked up those worn black lace panties. Why she had indeed balled them up and pushed them in her mouth. Why she had sent a photo to prove it. And most of all why she replied as she did.
(Well I had planned this to be a one part only story. It was meant to give you all the chance to decide if you wanted to hear more of Claire's adventures in submission. And yet I have got carried away. So I hope you have enjoyed what you have read so far. And as always I hope you will pass on your comments. But have no fear you won't wait long for the final part as im already working on it. Yours as always Bandit666)
Last edited by bandit666 on Sat Jul 22, 2017 12:12 pm, edited 2 times in total.

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by Radames0674 » Wed Jul 05, 2017 3:42 am

Very promising!

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by bandit666 » Wed Jul 05, 2017 6:08 am

Thank you I hope to have the second and final part finished soon.....and then it will be over to you and every other member to tell me if they'd like to hear more

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by gagged » Wed Jul 05, 2017 8:51 am

This story is so hot, my friend
I really think it depicts the life dream of many people here on this site, on both sides

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Jul 05, 2017 1:51 pm

We want to hear more! Please do continue!

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by bandit666 » Thu Jul 06, 2017 8:31 am

Thank you for your words of support and eagerness to hear more....I am editing what I have now so it won't be long

### Re: Claire's submission m/f

Post by bandit666 » Wed Jul 12, 2017 2:01 pm

Part two
"As I stand here like this oh benevolent master I can safely say I have never felt like this before. No-one has ever made me feel as I do right now. It's so hard for me to say what I do. But not in a bad way. For its only as it's hard to find the words to describe what you have done to me. Or how you have made me truly feel. I know I am your naughty girl. Your dirty lady. Your little slave. And right here right now I can freely speak. So please understand I live just to serve you my most controlling master. I want nothing else but to please you and only you. You have made me understand that I am nothing without you. Understand that I am not just your naughty, dirty little slave. I am your slutty slave. Willingly I say from here on in you and only you can allow me any pleasure. You and only you can control me. Please please oh awesome, wicked master make this badly behaved slut your slave. Train me to obey your every command without question. Control my every wish, every desire, and my sexual pleasure."
It had been quite a text for Claire to send. For not only was it so difficult to write as her body trembled. Trembled from the sexual torment she was suffering. The sexual torment she knew the man she was calling master wanted for her. But also because it was hard for Claire to admit even half of what she had. It was hard for the sexy blonde to describe herself as a slave, and a slut. As naughty and dirty. And yet it was how she felt as she stood in an incredibly tight swimsuit. How she felt as the constant slow vibrations of the bullet tortured her pussy like nothing had before. How she felt as she bit down and sucked on her own black lace panties. Claire was loving it all. It was more than her dreams had pictured. More than even her fantasy had ever pictured.
The sexy blonde milf longed to be talked down too. To be called dirty. Called a slut. Told she was his bitch. Anything, everything. And yet she knew he wouldn't. For he needed to know first it was how she felt. That she wanted him to talk dirty to her. So she had to start it off. She had to get the ball rolling so to speak. For while the man who she was allowing to control her. Control her body and mind was doing such magnificant things to her. Was so dominate. He was also so caring and respectful. So kind and thoughtful.
And so it was that Claire had found herself waiting desperately. With nerves on edge for a reply. Found herself longing to hear the all so familiar pinging sound once more. As her mind wandered from wanting the torment to stop. Through to desperately wanting it to continue. The sexy blondes mind was spinning like never before. A renewed lust for life coursed through her body and mind. She wanted nothing more than that mans control. So when, to her the reply finally arrived. Well she literally found herself biting down on the panties filling her mouth. As her eyes widened and her moans of delight increased.
"Well what word you use to tell me what you are and how you feel my gorgeous lady. Clearly my little toy. My control. And my ideas for you are working on your wonderful mind and sexy body. But you say you want and need to be my slutty slave. You say that I must train you. That I must make you mine. So have no fear for that's just what I will do.
I can sense and feel your desperation for pleasure. You longing to please me. Your need to be my dirty little slave.
So reach once more into my magical box of torment and pleasure. Reach in and look around. Look for a coil of rope that has the initials C.R placed on a label. Take your time and feel how soft that white cotton is. Slowly run it through your hands as you fold it in half. Then feel it's strength as you wrap it around your incredible waist. Just above those hips I long to hold. Feel it's bit as you pull it tightly. Centre it above that naughty wet pussy my dirty girl. Let the loose end hang down. But not for too long as it's time for you to past it between the lips of your longing bud. It's time for you to split your awesome butt cheeks and pull it tight once more. Pull it tight and tie it off behind your back. Yet remember this. Leave a loop. Only a small one mind you. For you will need that soon enough."
To Claire, in her torment and nervousness it was a reply that had taken an age to arrive. And it was true minutes had past before she was able to snatch up her phone once again. Nervous fingers struggling with her pin number. But open the text she did. Her eyes shooting wide open as she read on. Even in her sexually charged state what was inside that message filled Claire with mixed emotions. She could see why her wait had been so long. Why he taken his time. He wanted to hold her in suspense. He wanted to build up her anxiety. He wanted to tease and torment. And it had worked.
Claire found herself reading and rereading his reply. She knew what he was ordering her to do. She had seen the photos on the net. She had watched the videos. She knew what a crotch rope was. It was the thing that all the models seemed to love. Seemed to take pleasure from. Claire had talked to him about wanting to experience how it felt some day. Claire had flirted with him. Telling how she would let him see her wearing it one day if he was good to her. And right then she was looking at how he had cleverly worked into her domination.
Yet by then Claire knew several things. She wanted to obey his orders. She wanted to feel that soft rope and the lycra of her super tight swimsuit caressing her pussy. She wanted to please him. Wanted to be just what she had said, his naughty girl. His dirty lady. His slutty slave. But more over she so wanted to be teased and tormented. So wanted to be helpless and arouse. So wanted to be his. And the thought of waiting helplessly for his arrival. For the feeling of his hands on her super sensitive body was driving her wild with desire.
Slowly Claire had unraveled the coil of soft white cotton rope. Had let it run through her hands when carefully she folded it half. Oh how she made sure it was wrapped in exactly the right place as she pulled it tightly. The loop and ends lined up perfectly with her wet bullet tortured pussy. Excitedly she had slipped both strands of rope into her bud. Harshly she had yanked on the rope. Feeling it push the bullet ever deeper into her. Sweetly she had eased it between her butt cheeks. Making the most delightful of wedgies. Precisely she had tied it off. The small loop the only stray end. Till finally off had gone a small note of explanation. Along with not one but two the photos . The first what her master would expect. The second a very revealing close up.
"Hello my magnificent master has your slutty slave pleased you. Do you like what you see. Is her wanting bady still all you want. Is her flushed face and pouting panty filled mouth still as beautiful as you say. She hopes so. But most of all she hopes you approve of how wet her pussy has become. That you approve of how deeply the rope plunges into her. How and tightly she has pulled her crotchrope. You are driving her wild with lust and wanting. Your dirty slutty slave is longing to please you. To see you. To feel you."
Well even as Claire had sent the message her slightest move coursed the rope to stroke and tease. She could feel it working the torturously slow vibrator in and out a little. She could feel it rubbing the wet blue lycra against her clit. It sent shivers up her spine. It made her moans last longer. It clouded her mind with lust and desire. Oh how she wanted to hear her phone ping again. Oh how she wanted to be in a position of helplessness. Oh how she wanted the man she'd started calling master to arrive.
"OMG you are more than just beautiful. You are more than just a sexy lady. No words can truly describe how hot and amazing I find you. The way your eyes are twinkling. The way your cheeks flush. The way your lips wrap around the panties looks amazing me. I am so honoured and proud to have seen how you have worked that rope into your pussy. I can see how well you have tied it. I can see how much it can and will add to your sexual torment. Your sexual wanting. Your sexual desire.
But make no mistake for I am even more honoured. Even more proud when I get to say. You are my sexy, hot, steamy, dirty little slave. Your actions have pleased me greatly my slutty slave. You are proving to me just how obedient you can be. How sexually stimulated you have become. You are showing me just how incredible you are. How sexy you are. How amazing you truly are. I could continue to tell you how wonderful I find you And yet time is moving by so very, very quickly now. And I must get you ready for my arrival.
Which is why I find it time to tell you to delve back into my magic box. My box of control and sexual torment. Why I am going to tell you to reach inside. Telling you to let your hands search and feel for those cold strong metal cuffs. The cuffs linked together by the foot long chain. Find those shackles. The ones you will soon feel against your soft lightly tanned skin. Slide them through that loop you created. Created at the back of the crotchrope. Lie down on your bed. Put the bad withing hands reach. Then bring your awesome toned legs back. Feel the cold strong metal against your skin as you click them around your dainty little ankles. Allow yourself to feel the beginning of your helplessness."
As slowly, thanks to the building torture within her pussy and mind Claire read on the butterflies returned. To see how the man responsible for so much sexual torment and control felt about her filled her with longing. To see such words of pride, lust and love for what she was becoming left her wanting more. But of course that sexy blonde milf knew that was his intention. She knew all to well why he said such things. Knew it was to ensure her continued participation. Yet deep down inside her Claire felt the kind of trust to know he meant every word. He had come along, just when she was feeling alone and lost. Had come along when she need to have a void in her life filled. Had come along when she needed her fantasies to become reality. He had unlocked her must intimate desires. He had talked with her. He had listened. And now he was proving it.
Yet his words did more. For to know someone still found her sexy. Found her hot. Found her amazing. Well that just made Claire's pulse race. Her heart beat faster. And her mind swirl. To see that oh so soon he would be there with her. Standing over her as she lay helpless. Just as he wanted. Standing over her as every inch of her body tingled and struggled with his wicked, delightful torment. Standing over her preparing to do as he wished. All felt so nerve wrecking. All felt so exciting. All felt so amazing. And to think as he how as he stood there that she was going to be helpless. Going to be unable to resist. Going to be unable to protect herself.
They were words and thoughts that lead Claire to do something she knew she shouldn't. Knew would lead her to be punished even more. But yet she still let her hand slip down. Down to her tortured, tormented pussy. Let her hand stroke the soft lycra of the swimsuit. Let her hand rub over her wet pussy and the tight crotchrope. The very crotchrope she gripped and began pulling. Pulling hard hoping for just one climax. One orgasm. To cum just once before she became helpless. She knew it was wrong. She knew she shouldn't. Yet tormented and aroused as she was Claire just couldn't help it.
But no matter how hard she pulled. No matter how hard she stroked and probed herself. It simply didn't work. She could see the bullets remote on the bed where she had left it. She was so tempted to reachout and grab it. Yet she didn't. She knew she couldn't. The man she was calling master would be so disappointed. Would be so upset. Would be so dejected that he might all an end to it all. Claire didn't want that. Especially after coming so far. After finding herself wanted and cared for. After finding herself stimulated, teased and pleasured like never before.
So she called a stop you her behaviour. Stopped pulling on the crotchrope. Stopped stroking her pussy. Stopped fingering herself. And started to follow her masters instructions. Slowly she lowered the box down to the floor. Carefully she placed it by the side of her bed. Gently she lowered herself onto her bed. Precisely she positioned herself. Made sure she lay in exactly the right place. For she knew her master would want pictures. Would want to see she had obeyed his commands. Would want to see she had been a good slave. Gingerly she reached inside the box. Her trembling hand finding the cold hard steel of the ankle shackles. Her trembling hands lifting them out. Her eyes seeing how strong and effective they would be.
Claire's hands may well have been trembling. Her body may well have been aching for pleasure. Her body may well have tormented. And her mind may well have been battered from all her emotions. Yet still that sexy blonde milf took the time to caress and stroke the cold hard steel. Still took the time to inspect how the cuffs would lock onto her thin ankles. How they would pinch her soft skin just a little if she applied them as she should. As she would. For she wanted to know she was powerless to resist her master when he arrived. Arrived to claim his prize. Arrived to claim her.
Claire had known all to well as she felt the cold steel stroke the small of her back that she was nearing the point of no return. Had known onced locked in place only the man she was calling master could remove them. For there were no keys. She didn't know if it was that thought. Or the cold steel that made her shiver when she fed the shackles through the loop. The loop that not only sat in the small of her back but also linked perfectly into the crotchrope. She didn't know if the rattling sound the short chain made or her excitement played most on her stimulated mind. But whatever it was slowly became hypnotic.
She barely noticed herself bend her fabulous toned legs back. Using one hand to pull them close to her pert firm butt. And the other to lock the cuffs tightly in place. She barely noticed just how short the chain had become. She barely noticed how close her shackled ankle were to her butt. Or even how much they would pull on the torturous crotchrope. How the strain would bury the rope ever deeper. But all that would soon change. Change as she let go with the stabilising hand. Change as the freedom of her action would let her legs spring back to a more natural position.
God did that rope get pulled. God did she moan. God did she gasp. God did she scream. But it wasn't a scream of pain. Oh no it was a scream of pleasure. Of desire. Of lust. And of sexual torment. Claire realised just what had happened. Realised she had a choice. Either accept the ropes ever deeper penetration. Accept how it plunged the bullet further inside her aching pussy. Accept how it pinched her clit. Or learn to keep her legs closer to her butt. Learn how to cope with the strain on her muscles in the process. Learn it was the only way to gain relief.
To Claire time had stood still. In her world of lust, desire and torment the clock had barely moved. The sexual torment had become just so incredibly pleasurable. She had found herself wanting to discover what the man she had got to know over the past few months had planned for her. How was he finally going to release all that pent up longing. All that pent up desire. All that pent up arousal. His control was coursing within. Her thoughts had taken over. Her mind was clouded. Her mind was spinning. She was struggling to raise her trembling hand to take the expected photo.
Yet she managed to hold still long enough to snap the shot. Managed with effort to hit the send button. But she was out of time. For even as her phone signalled the photo had sent the all to familiar pinging sounded once more.
"It seems to me that a certain very sexy but slutty slave is taking to long. It seems to me she may well be breaking the rules. It seems she may in fact be proving what a dirty little tart she is. For by now my slutty slave should have completed my last order. By now I should have seen her lying on her bed. Those strong cuffs locking her ankles in place. That chain pulling down upon her crotchrope. That rope buried so deeply inside her. So tell me where is that photo? Have you been a bad girl? Have you broken the rules."
It was a text Claire didn't expect. Didn't at first know how to answer. Yet she knew she must. She knew all to well that the man on the other end wanted a reply. An honest reply at that. But everything was spinning. Her mind. Her body. Her soul. Claire knew how far she had come. She knew her fantasies were being met and more. She knew she wanted what was happening and more beside. She didn't want it to end. She didn't want it to be the first and only time. So even through eyes clouded with lust, desire, longing and torment. Slowly she typed out her reply. Her only hope. That it was good enough and he wouldn't call an end to his control. His domination. His wickedness.
"Oh no must benevolent master your slutty slave has been good. She has, despite your must wonderful torment resisted her primal instincts. Yet she has been naughty. She has been a dirty girl. For she did try to pull on her crotch rope. Did try to pleasure herself. But please don't be to upset with her. As she did stop herself. Did fight her needs. And as the photo you should have recieved shows is now restrained just as you ordered."
Once more the reply seemed to take forever. Once more time dragged by. Once more she held her phone in trembling hand. While her head spun and her energy sapped. The seconds ticked by so slowly. The minutes didn't seem to change. But finally, as her battered mind was about to give up the phone pinged once more.
"I see so my slutty, dirty little slave can be honest. Can be up front. Can at least control herself. And yet she has disappointed me. She has tried to please herself without permission. She must be punished. But I'm sure she knows that all to well. I'm sure she can accept that. Accept my decision. Accept my control. So I suggest you read what I have to say carefully. For there will be no response from here. Not from me and not from you. In fact the next contact you will recieve from me will be up close and very, very personal.
I wasn't planning on going this far. And had in fact only packed two of the last three items within the box in case you were naughty. In case you miss behaved. In case you needed to be punished. Reach out your hand. Delve inside. Take out the nylon stocking. Take out the roll of strong sticky silver duct tape. Take out the standard handcuffs. Then read on. Take in what I say. Do what I say. And wait for my arrival.
Feed those cuffs through that same loop behind your back. Set them ready to hold your lovely slim wrists in place. For you will not be able to once you carry out my last order. For you won't be able to speak. Won't be able to spit out those panties. And most of all won't be able to see. For you are going to take that shear black nylon stocking. You are going to stretch it over your lovely hair and gorgeous face. You are going to pull it all the way down. Going to make sure it is tight. You are going to feel it against your skin.
But it doesn't stop there my dirty, beautiful, naughty slave. For you are going to take hold of that strong tape. You are going to wrap it tightly around your head. You are going to pull it tightly over your panty filled mouth. You are going to wrap it around and around 5 times. You are going to make sure your mouth is sealed. That you are gagged properly. You will make sure you tear the tape fully. You will make sure you are able to breath properly. Do not. I repeat DO NOT block your sweet little button nose.
For you see. Or rather after that you won't. As just like before you will wrap that tape tightly around your head. Effectively you will cover your eyes. Totally you will be plunged into darkness. Just like with your gag you will wrap it around and around 5 times. Just like the gag you will tear it off. Just like your gag you will make sure your nose is clear. That you can breath properly.
As once you have followed these order you will reach behind your back. You will slip your wrists into those cuffs. You will lock them down in place. Let the strong, cold, unforgiving steel pinch your skin just a little. You will make sure you are captured in my domination. You will make sure you are ready for me. You will make sure only I can free you. But you will know that will only happen when I am ready."
Now naturally Claire's blurred, glazed over eyes shot wide open as she read what she'd been told to do. To think of cuffing her hands behind her back. To think of literally leaving herself completely helpless was shocking in itself. But to think she was to cover her head with a stocking. Cover and seal both her mouth and eyes with duct tape. Well that was oh so much more. She knew it would mean escape would be impossible. She knew her only hope would lie with the man she had been texting. Been flirting with. And let control her for the last 2 hours or more.
Yet the whole idea of being completely helpless. Being completely reliant. Being completely at the mercy of someone else thrilled her so much. Excited her so much. Controlled her so much. She could tell that wa the point. That he had listened to her dreams and fantasies. But he had gone further. Pushed her harder than she expected. But she loved it. She loved what he had done so far. She loved how she felt. She loved to discover her own submissiveness.
Claire wondered for a few minutes about what she should do. She pondered the risks involved. She explored all the possiblities. And yet even as she did so her trembling hand was reaching out. Her shaking hand was delving into the box. Her tingling figures were gripping the stockings, the tape and the handcuffs. Her weakening arm was pulling them towards her. She was stretching out the stocking. She was indeed pulling it over her head just as tightly as ordered. She was working almost on autopilot.
Quickly enough the shear black nylon was blurring her vision. Quickly enough she was pulling on the duct tape. Quickly enough she was wrapping it tightly. And yet Claire knew not why she was doing it. As it made no sense to her. She knew she was making it impossible for her to escape. She knew it was a huge risk. What if he didn't arrive. What if he brought friends. She was a responsible business woman. She was a mother. Yet she was doing as a near stranger told her.
Just like she knew not why she was feeding the cuffs through the same loop that held her ankles. The same loop that was coursing the crotchrope to bury itself deeply inside her. She knew not why she was closing her eyes and wrapped yet more tape around her head. But at least she had listen to what her new master told her. At least she had ensured her nose was free. Her gasps, her moans and her breathing was free.
And so it was with her moans and screams muffled. Her world plunged into darkness. Her world of freedom almost gone completely. That Claire finished it off. That Claire locked first one wrist and then the other in the handcuffs. She was trapped and at the mercy of someone else. She had to wait and hope he arrived. She had to hope it would be soon. She had to hope he would allow her the release she needed. She longed for. She lusted after.
(Sadly I appear to have got carried away. This part has got loner and I hope more detailed with every edit. Yet I hope you have all enjoyed it and that if you have you will let me know. That you will tell me if youd like to hear more of Claire's journey into submission. I do in fact have an idea for a follow up tale. But first there will be one final part to what you're reading. So please enjoy what you have read, tell me if you have. Let me know if you'd like that follow up. Till then stand by for part three. For till then I remain the Bandit666......

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Post by gagged » Wed Jul 12, 2017 4:20 pm

This update is so detailed, it really makes feel the confusion and eagerness inside Claire's mind
I'm surely waiting for part three, and I'll read a follow up as well

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Post by Radames0674 » Wed Jul 12, 2017 10:32 pm

You described Claires state of mind in very impressive way. There aren't too many details. In the contrary. Your detailed description allows the reader to get in Claires head. To feel the mounting tension.

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (part two posted)

Post by bandit666 » Thu Jul 13, 2017 5:59 am

Thank you both its good to know you're enjoying it and I will post the final part as soon as possible
And to the other readers please let me know if you're enjoying it and want a follow up story

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Post by 31acujoker » Thu Jul 13, 2017 2:06 pm

Mate for a guy who once told me you struggled like hell with your writing you've come such a long way, this is an absolute masterpiece my friend!
You should be very proud!
"A thing is not beautiful because it lasts"
- The Vision

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Post by freyjaceleste862 » Fri Jul 14, 2017 7:41 am

ok story
love cooking, panty/knicker gags, nappies, handicapped.

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Post by bandit666 » Sat Jul 15, 2017 1:18 pm

Thank you both...it's always great to hear people's thoughts and hope to hear more still

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Post by bandit666 » Thu Jul 20, 2017 11:51 am

A quick update...the third and final part is currently being edited and will be posted soon...I hope you will all enjoy the conclusion to this tale....and tell me if you wish to read a follow up
Bandit666

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Post by bandit666 » Sat Jul 22, 2017 12:11 pm

Part 3
No-one would have needed to tell Claire what she'd done. Not even as she slowly clicked those cuffs tightly around her wrists. She knew all to well there was no going back. She had already allowed herself to be tormented. To be tortured. To be kept wanting. By the bullet she'd slipped inside her. She had already plunged it ever deeper inside herself with the crotchrope. A crotch rope she'd decided had been pulled way to tight. She had already humiliated herself by pushing her worn panties in her mouth. But boy was she pleased she had. For she knew her moans were loud. She had already shackled herself in a nice strict hogtie. A hogtie that just increased the crotchropes effect. She had already pulled a stocking over her head. The soft nylon proving to be oh so tight and restrictive. And she had already plunged her world into darkness.
Claire knew all to well that she had committed herself. That long gone was any chance of escape. That she would never gain her freedom without help. And that it had long past the stage where she could back out. The whole situation was coursing the sexy blondes mind to swirl. Coursing her emotions to ran wild. For one minute she was in a blind panic. A minute later she was in exstacy. Then back to a panic. Before being full of lust and desperation. She was literally being pushed to her limits with every passing second. She was strangley content like never before. She was under more tension than ever before.
All of which might explain why she'd soon lost track of time. As between every twitch. Between every gasp. Between every breathe. Claire's mind would switch so uncontrollably. It would tell her it had been minutes. Then it would say it had been hours. But her body was no kinder to the helpless blonde. For her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. Her breasts were so firm. Her nipples were so hard. Her pussy, clit and sweet spot ached and longed for relief. She knew she had to cum. And yet all she could do was lie there and hope. Hope the man she surrendered all control to would arrive soon.
Her nerves were constantly on edge. Everything was proving to be a battle. Sometimes it was her mind battling against itself. Sometimes it would be her body and mind battling each other. On and on the torment went. On and on the fight went. As impossible as it was Claire fought so hard to control her movements and actions. Trying to gain so much as a little relief. As impossible as it was she fought to control her gasps. Her moans. Her screams. Staining to hear the front door open and close. But it was all to no avail. As the slightest sound sent her mind into a whirl. The slightest sound made her pulse race. The slightest sound made her heart pound.
Never before had that sexy milf experienced bondage. Never before had her movements been so restricted. Never before had her ability to speak and express herself been removed. Never before had she been unable to see her surroundings. Never before had her mind been so confused. Never before had her body been left feeling so used. Never before has she been robbed of her sexual control. But was this was what being someone's submissive. Someone's slave. Someones bondage toy would mean.
Did it mean she'd spend hours being sexually teased, tormented, tortured. Did it mean she'd loose her freedom to strict restricting bondage. Did it mean she'd never have a say as to when and where it happened. And if it did could she cope with that. For it was true despite how confused and battered her mind was Claire loved it. She loved the way the metal of her cuffs and shackles held her tight. Loved how they rattled and clinked as she moved. Loved how the sensual lycra of the way to small swimsuit felt against her skin and rock hard nipples. Loved how that tight crotchrope force the sensual lycra against her clit. Loved how the bullet constantly tortured her longing pussy. A pussy that was soaked with the juices only prolonged foreplay could produce.
Claire couldn't deny just how much she was loving her captivity. How amazing the tight Lycra felt against her tingling body. How the hard steel of the cuffs and shackles pinched her soft skin. How the panties she had worn felt in her mouth. How the nylon of the stocking tickled her skin as she breathed. How the strong tape pulled against her head. How the rope between her legs worked against her clit with even the slightest move. And most of all how the slowly vibrating bullet tortured her sweet spot.
In fact it was with such thoughts and confusion within her mind and body that she missed the unmistakeable sound of her front door being opened and close. Missed the sound of heavy male footsteps on her staircase. And even missed the creaking of her bedroom door as it opened. She had been left so excited. So entrapped in her own world. So enthralled by the emotions she felt. So entrapped by her pleasure. That she missed everything she been waiting to hear. She had no idea her tormentor. Her master. Her capture had arrived.
But that changed slowly. Almost as slowly as the bullet buried inside her wet longing pussy increased its speed. So battered and confused was Claires mind that at first she believed in was all in her imagination. For not a word had been spoken. Not a hand laid upon her helpless body. Yet sure enough the vibrations were gently increasing against her sweet spot. Just like sure enough she was mmmppphhhing. Just like sure enough she was fanatically searching for the acknowledgement that her master had arrived.
It didn't come however. For instead her body and mind took over. And oh boy did she start to tremble. Did she start to shudder. Did she start to struggle while the was bullet doing its worst. Boy did she start to gasp. Did she start to moan. Did she start to scream. Her own panties doing little to muffle her sounds. Boy did her mind zone out. Did it submit to her torment. Submit to the needs of her body. Long gone was all sense of self control.
Gone was any sense of embarrassment at her prediciment. Gone was any feeling of fear. Any feeling of nervousness. Any feeling of uncertainty. Her mind had surrendered to the needs of her body. All self of self control gone along with it. Claire could feel herself humping the bed. Could feel herself pulling frantically on her restraints. Could hear herself moaning and screaming. But she simply couldn't stop herself. She was desperate.
So desperate in fact she could even hear herself trying to beg through her gag. Beg for the man she had called master to speak. To touch. To tell her it was all ok. To tell her the time had arrive. To tell her she was a dirty, slutty, slave. To tell her she was a whore that needed to be punished. Anything her mind had gone completely. For that to was screaming. Screaming for pity. For mercy. For pleasure. All she wish was he could hear her thoughts. Hear what she was going through. If only he could hear it's words.....
"You god yes, yes that's it. That's it. I want it. I need it. I deserve it. Oh please youve tormented me for so long. You've controlled me for hours. You've made me yours for eternity. You've become the man I will call master. Speak to me. Touch me. Do with me as you wish. Im your dirty girl. Im your slutty slave.......Oh god. Oh god. Yes yes. I'm your cum longing whore. I'm a, I'm a, I'm a slut make me cum....yessssssssssssss. Yesssssssss. That's it. That's it. Pleased, please just a few more seconds I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Don't let it stop. Don't let it stop. Oh, oh, oh, oh yeeesssssssssss. I'm a slut. I'm a tart. I'm a little whore. Make me cum. Let me cum."
Yet even through her battered mind. Even as she was screaming both mentally and physically. Even as she was tha shiny around. Even as she was acting like a sex crazed lunatic. Claire should have known better. Should have known it wouldn't be that quick. Should have known it wouldn't be so easy. Should have know it would be so simple. Should have known it wouldn't be over so soon. Should have know the man who had insured she'd spent hours being sexually tormented. Sexually stimulated. Sexually tortured would allow her such release.
So it really shouldn't have been such a shock. Such a frustration. Such a she torture when the bullet slowed down. Down to the slow torture of before. Slowed down as she petered on the edge of satisfaction. Left her only seconds from collapsing into the abyss of pleasure. Left her suffering from the needs within her. Left her mind in a swirl. She'd been so close and yet so far. Her body and mind had screamed like never before. Her mind had given in. Called her names she'd never thought of before. Names she liked when used like this. She needed an explanation. She needed to be told what she was. Needed to hear her master speak. And speak he did.
"Wow want that the show. And weren't you so very loud. It appears I have met your dreams and fantasies. Or maybe even surpassed them all. Now aren't you pleased to know I have finally arrived. That in fact your master has arrived. Aren't you pleased to have me take full control over your body, and mind. Arent you pleased to know in time i will allow you the release you want. Allow you the gratification you so clearly long for. Allow you to cum like never before. Im sure you are.
But you know you have been oh so naughty. Been oh so bad. You want to be my slutty slave. You want to be my dirty girl. And Id say from what I have just seen you want to even be my presious little whore. Well fear not you will in time. Yet first you must be punished. Must feel my wickedness. Feel my domination. Feel my control"
They were indeed the words Claire had wanted to hear. His voice was indeed the only one she'd longed for. His actions were indeed the only ones she'd craved for many an hour. And yet Claire honestly barely heard a thing. Her mind simply wasn't focused on anything other than relieving the torment in her pussy. She was long gone. She was still trying to hump the bed. She was still frantically pulling on her restraints. The sounds of her moans and screams. The sounds of her cuffs and shackles. Serving to drowning out almost every other sound.
The sexual torture she was feeling literally driving her body wild. The sexual torture within her simply driving her mind to breaking point. She was desperate to gain relief. She was bursting to cum. She was weak in her will to resist her carnal lust. She was in fact unable to control herself. Or at least that's how it all felt until he touched her helpless body. Until he laid his strong yet gentle hand on her bare toned legs. Until he stroked them tenderly. Until he caressed and squeezed her pert, firm lycra clad arse.
For despite her torment. Despite the screaming in her mind. Despite the burning in her pussy. The sexy 42 year old had to admit there was something soothing about his touch. Something reassuring. Something that told her all would be good. Something she'd never experienced before. If only it had been a feeling her ex husband had provided then they might have remained married. As it was a touch that told her she was wanted. That she was longed for. That she was listed after. That she was safe. And most importantly of all that she was in for the time of her life.
Claire couldn't explain how such a simple action told her so much. How it controlled and settled her. How it relaxed her body. How it freed her mind of all her panic. All her fears. All her doubt. But it did. She still felt the burning within her pussy. Still felt the torture of being so need to pleasure. Still felt her battered mind swirling. And yet as his gentle controlling touch continued it was as if one chapter of her life was ending. While a new one was opening. It was as if she had finally found the tranquilly she craved.
His was a touch so caring and gentle that she physically felt herself settle down despite the yearning in her pussy. Despite the torture of hanging on the edge. She had never experienced anything like it before. No-one had kept her in such a state of pure nervous suspense before. Claire knew that she may well have had a pretty active sexy life before but this supassed everytime she'd experienced. It had supassed even her wildest of dreams. It had toppled her most detailed fantasies. He had indeed supassed them all. Bettered anything she thought possible. Had shown her what being a sub would mean. And she loved it.
Her mind entered a whole new era. An era where only her master could control her. An era where she would be nothing without his domination. An era where she would long to be with him. The screams of the oh so recent past had turned into faint moans of pleasure at his touch. Her frantic struggles had turned to gently almost invisible movements. Her head seemed so light. Her mind was shutting down. Her body was becoming limp. But Claire couldn't stop it. Everything seemed so magical. Everything seemed so wonderful.
Claire was finding herself so amazed by the gentleness of his touch. So amazed by the tenderness of his caress. And yet even that was filling her mind with a whole new form of confusion. She didn't want it to stop. Yet she did. She wanted to cum so desperately. Yet she didnt. She wanted to collapse into his arms. Yet again she didn't. She couldn't understand how someone that had placed her in such a strict form of restraint could be so kind. How someone so dominate could be so caring. How someone so dominate could show such tenderness. Such kindness. Such love. But he was.
She was in such a state and she knew it. She was calm yet tense. She was confused yet at peace. She was longing yet patient. She was relaxed yet jumpy. The feeling of his breath against her neck and ear was teasing yet puzzling. The feeling against her neck and ear was exciting yet tormenting. It made her realise something else was to come. It made her tingle. It made her wanting. It made her desperate to hear his voice once more. And hear it she would. Just as she would hang on every word. As she understand why she acted as she did. Understand what it was she wanted. How she wanted her life to progress. How she wanted to become his. For his words were quite and soothing. Were dominating and controlling. Were sweet and caring. Were dirty and delightful.
"So my wonderfully sexy lady you have finally discovered what it means to surrender your body and mind to me. You have seen just some of what being my slutty slave would mean. You have learnt how your every sexual desire would be controlled. Have felt how from now on that only I will have the right to make you cum. How only I will have the right to control your own body.
I know it has been a long awaited journey you have made. I know you have dreamed of this day for so long. I know you have fantasied about submitting to someone like me. Just like I know you have seen how large parts of your day will revolve around pleasing me. How whenever I wish it you will be restrained. Will be silenced. Will be sexually controlled. How I will even control what you wear. But know this. Understand this. Accept this. I will care for you fully. I will respect you. I will ensure your safety. Nothing we do will effect your business. Everything we do will be done in private. Or done in secret.
Mind that doesn't mean I won't expect you to take a few risks. Doesn't mean I won't expect you to show how sexy you are. Won't expect you to please me. So tell me. Show me by your actions are you ready to submit to me fully. Are you ready to accept what I have told you. Are you ready to surrender yourself to me. Are you ready to become my bondage bitch. My slutty slave. My dirty girl. My willing whore.
That's right I know what you want to hear. What you want to be called. What your own mind is saying to you. I have shown you what you wanted. I have provided you with the domination you needed. I have provided the torment you lusted after. Is it still what you want. Is it want you hoped it would be. Is it the way you want to be."
Unlike before. This time Claire heard every word. Hung on every sentence. Listened intently to what he had to say. Absorbed what was meant. There certainly was something so special about his gentle touch. His soft caress. His tender stroking. Something that both soothed and relaxed her. Despite the sexual torment that coursed through her body. Something that comforted and controlled her. Despite the confusion in her mind. Yet it was his words. His voice. His tone that had the best effect. It was hearing him tell her how sexy she was. It was hearing him use words like slut, bitch, whore that made her stomach churn. It was hearing him say he wanted her to submit to him. To become his slave. To become his toy. To be come his bondage bitch. His slutty slave. His willing whore.
Well her mind may well have been left battered and confused by the hours of torment. She might have been lying sexually frustrated and tortured. But even as he spoke Claire found herself nodding slowly. Agreeing with everything he said. Agreeing that she wanted nothing more than to feel his control. To feel his domination. To feel his gentle touch against her tingling sensitive skin. To feel his teasing and torment.
It was true. Everything he whispered quietly in her ear was what she wanted to hear. What she wanted to experience. What she had been left longing for. He had indeed taken control of her so gently yet strictly. He had dominated her so tenderly yet forcefully. It had been god knows how many hours since it all started. But even as the mists fell within her clouded mind they were hours she had want. Hours she had longed for. Hours she had been craving for oh so long. She need to climax so much. She needed to open the floodgates and cum long and hard.
The need for release had become to much to bare. She'd literally hung in torment for to long. He had brought her to the edge delight only to refuse her. He'd talked dirty to her. She'd been told she was slutty. Been told she was dirty. Been told she was a whore. Words she had hated and found repulsive. Until thta was she discovered the effect they had upon her. They were the exact words she wanted to hear. Exactly the words that drove her wild. But still. Even as she nodded while he spoke did she want to be his slave. Did she want to give herself to the man responsible for her torment. Her torture. Her stimulation. Not just this once but always. Did she want him to control her sexual stimulation and play. Did she want him to leave her in such a state of helplessness on a regular basis. Did she want him controlling her life.
It certainly had become impossible for Claire to deny the feelings his domination had created within her. To deny how she had loved every minute so far. How it had felt slightly humiliating. Had felt strange. Had felt naughty. As she sent compromising photo after photo just to prove her obediance. How those feeling had left her nerves on edge. How it had arroused her like nothing she'd experienced before. Yet even that had only just been a start. For she had rendered herself helpless. Rendered herself powerless to resist. She had placed herself at risk. But it strangley felt right.
Her every action had strangely removed not only her control and freedom. But had also removed all the worries and stress from her body and mind. Had left her feeling and living what was her darkest, deepest fantasy. But was it a fantasy that she wanted to continue. Was it a fantasy that lived up to her imagination. Was he the man to do so. So far the answer was yes. The answer in her clouded mind was don't ever stop. The answer was simply don't give me the choice. The answer was please just do it.
Unable to do much else what else was there for Claire to do but gently nod her agreement. To show him she wanted what was happening. Wanted to be his little mix. Want to his dirty girl. Wanted to be his slutty slave. Wanted to be his willing whore. That she wanted to be all those things and more. Her decision had indeed been made. And yet whether it had been made or not she didn't want to be rushed. Didn't want things to go to fast. Didn't want their new found relationship to become intimate to soon. Yet she couldn't tell him that. She had in fact gagged herself to well. Had restrained herself to strictly. She was powerless.
But just like so many times before the man she would call master. The man she allow to control her. The man she was about to surrender her freedom to proved he knew her thoughts. Knew her feelings. Knew her concerns. Knew her reservations. For he whispered quietly once more. Told her he understood. Told her how affectionate he could be. Told her how special she was.
"Well my gorgeous girl. My naughty nymph. My sexy sub. I can't tell you just how wonderful it is to see you agree to become my slutty slave. To agree to become mine. To agree to belong to me. To accept my control. My domination. My every command. But know this now. You have accepted a new life style. A life style that is not just when the mood takes you. A life style that will begin as of now. You will live it 24 hours a day. You will live it 7 days a week. You will submit to me morning, noon and night. No longer will you have the freedom to choose what you wear. No longer have the freedom to choose when you feel sexual pleasure. No longer have the freedom to choose how and when you're restrained and silenced.
And yet even as I tell you all this I can sense the confusion in your mind. I can sense the tingling in your nerves. I can sense your uncertainty. So please listen carefully to what I am about to tell you. Please one final time nod if you accept my words. Accept what I will expect of you. For while you will submit to me. While I will caress, touch and quite possibly spank you whenever I wish. While I will either order you to restrain yourself. Or restrain you myself whenever I wish. While I will control your sexual torment, sexual pleasure, sexuality as I wish. While I will dominate you as I wish. While I will expect your total obedience. And punish you whenever I feel you have failed me.
There some limits to what you will recieve. What I will do. What I will expect. For I will never push you to hard. Or to fast. With my orders. Your submission to me will happen at a pace we're both happy with. While we may become sexually intimate it will be when only we both feel ready. While you will be punished for any misbehaviour and you may feel the discomfort of being spanked. May feel the humiliation of being bent over my knee. You won't suffer any lasting pain. You won't be physically harmed in anyway. You wont be humiliated in front of you family and friends. Your clients or helpers. You may feel some embarrassment over what I have you do. But it will never efrect your standing within your social group. I wont expect you to stop being an independent lady. I won't expect you to stop thinking and acting for yourself when not with me.
But in return you will accept me as your master and all that means. You will fully surrender yourself to me. You will dress as I wish morning, noon and night. You will accept the way I lock all your clothes away leaving you only what I choose. You will let me see your obedience 24 hours a day. You will send a photo when I demand one. You will do whatever I tell you I want to see. You will restrain yourself as I wish. And understand that could be for a few hours. Or a full day. Your every second, every minute, every hour, every day will be about pleasing me. Your every second, every minute, every hour, every day will be about my control. And you will always acknowledge me as your master. Always call me master, or accept your punishment for failure. You will always accept what it means to be my sexy slutty slave. So again tell me do you understand and accept that."
Despite the battering of her mind. Despite the intense torment of her body. Despite the torture in her pussy. Claire had heard every word. Had absorbed just what he'd said. What he'd told her just like before. She had strangely blushed at his words of flattery. Had strangely felt like a teenager once more when she heard how he found her beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. Heard how he found her wonderful and naughty. She had loved to hear his kind and soft voice. Had loved the way he spoke so gently while being so dominate. The way he was tender while making her know what she would be expected to do.
Claire had already starting calling him master. Had already entered his world of submission. Had already felt so much confusion. So much torment. She couldn't explain even to herself just what she was feeling. Couldn't explain why she wanted it all so much. Couldn't explain why after so many years of independence she wanted to surrender it all. But she did. She loved it all. To hear herself being called dirty, naughty, slutty and even a whore meant more than she ever thought possible. To hear him say she was sexy, hot, gorgeous, beautiful and more made her heart skip a beat. Made her pulse race.
But the final few sentences. The final part of his comments were what sealed her decision. What really sealed her fate. To hear him say how any true intimacy would come only when the time was right. To hear how she'd not be humiliated in public or with clients. Hear how she wouldn't feel pain or come to any harm. Hear how she could still be an independent woman in many ways. Would be able to make certain choices for herself still. Would be able to continue thinking for herself that made Claire nod so frantically. Made Claire moan her acceptance. Made Claire feel the bullets intensity increase once more. Made Claire hear a few final words from the man she wanted.
"Very well my sexy slut. My wonderful whore. My naughty minx. My dirty girl. Then from now on I am your only master. I am the man who chooses what you wear to please me. I am the man who decides if and when you are sexually pleasured. I am the man who owns you body, mind and soul. Now lay back moan, gasp and scream. Lay back a feel the sexual pleasure you have waited for. Waited 3 and a half hours for. Let yourself cum. Cum long. Cum hard. Cum often.
For now your submission can truly begin. Now you can feel the freedom your surrender can give you. Now you can begin to understand what being my slave ready means. Now you can begin to enter a whole new chapter in your life."
Naturally, as the bullet sped up Claire hadn't needed to be told what to do. Hadn't needed to be told how to react. Hadn't needed to know what would follow. For she was already moaning, gasping and screaming loudly. She was already frantically thrusting her roped up crotch into her bed. She was already grinding her pussy deeply into the bed. She was already pulling and twisting on her cuffs and shackles. She was already desperate to climax this time. She wanted to make sure her master didn't stop her again. She needed it so much. It had become the only thing remaining in her tortured, happy, content mind. All she needed was the satisfaction. The release. The relief. The long awaited climax would give her.
Never before had Claire experience what she was going through. Sex had always been a case of Wham, Bam, and Thank You Mam. It had never had the foreplay she longed for. Never had it seen her been stimulated the way she lusted after. Never before had it been so incredible. So wonderfully wicked. So delightful. She knew all to well that even if her mind hadn't been so battered. So confused. So tormented she could never have expected so much.
Yet that was nothing compared to what was to follow. For she had no experience to fall back upon. She really could never have exected the way every inch of her body would start to tingling. Never expect all her nerve endings to spasm. Could never have expected she would begin to shake and shudder uncontrollably. As the wave of orgasm approached. It was something she'd never believed possible. It was something she had heard about. Had read about. Had dismissed as just a fantasy. Just a lie spun by this echo wished to make it sound better than it was.
But Claire could feel it now. Could feel her climax approach. It was traveling through her body and mind like an out of control steam train. She'd become lost in a world of exstacy. Yes at first her body had tingled. Then it had shook wildly. But finally just as she'd heard and read it went tense. She realised her body could take it no more and she orgasmed like never before. To say the least it was explosive. To say the least it was shocking. To say the least is was violent in its effects.
To Claires, incredibly stimulated. Incredibly tortured. Incredibly battered mind it had begun deep inside her body. Had slowly spread outward. Had slowly reached her wet wanting pussy. It had swept through her like a tidal wave. It had robbed her of all control. It had robbed her of any remaining doubts. It had robbed her of any insecurities. Never before had the sexy 42 year old felt such sexual satisfaction. Never before had she screamed so loud. Never before had she felt anything like what was happening. She was as the saying goes, "in seventh heaven."
And yet when her climax arrived. When the pleasure of orgasm hit her. Claire wasn't prepared enough. As it simply didn't seem to stop. It did indeed hit her sexy body and mind like a steam train. But it literally didn't stop there. For within seconds of the first another climax swept through her aching body. A second climax that was followed by a third. Then a fourth. And even a fifth. Not so much as break. As a rest. As a heart beat between.
Her mind collapsed. Her mind flickered. Her mind clouded over. It had been wonderful. It had been incredible. It had been magnificant. It had been too much. She was experiencing something unbelievible. She felt like she'd entered some sort of sub space. Her body was floating on air. Her body was limp yet feather weight. It felt like there was nothing surrounding her anymore. That the rope and cuffs had simply evaporated. That the gag no longer silenced her. That the stocking hood no longer stifled her breathing. That the tape no loner cut out the light. That she was gone. The person she had been was gone. Her strength, her self control. Everything was gone.
Claire could not tell how long she had been out of it. How long she'd been left weakened. How long her mind had shut down. But finally as she regained some realisation of the events that had just occurred she discovered things had changed. She was no longer restrained. No longer gagged. No longer hooded and blindfolded. But neither was her pussy being tortured so delightfully by her bullet. Neither was she dressed. She was laid out gently on her bed as naked as the day she was born.
But she wasn't alone. As there sat beside her on the bed was the man who had given her such pleasure. Such torment. Such satisfaction. He was smiling cheerfully. He was calm and relaxed. He was indeed her master. She was indeed ready to submit to him. But not just the once. Not just when the mood might take her. But always. From then on she would be his.
Well there we have it the final part of Claires journey into submission. I really hope you have all enjoyed the read. And as always please tell me if you have. Please leave your comments. And most of all please tell me if you'd like to hear more. Would like a follow up story tell you about Claires further adventures.......
As always Bandit666

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by gagged » Sat Jul 22, 2017 2:43 pm

Great conclusion, my friend
You're stories are always great, but this time you really outdid yourself, the rhythm you gave to this final part kept me glued to the screen and it depicts so well the desperation Claire is feeling
The story of Claire and her new master could end here leaving to our imagination their bright future together and it would be fine, but since you said you already have some ideas for a follow up, I just can't wait to read it

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by bandit666 » Sat Jul 22, 2017 8:34 pm

Thank you for you kind words and im delighted to know you enjoyed it so much. It's safe to say I feel it's probably the best story I've wrote so far. And to know I could leave it here and you'd be happy is reassuring. But as you also said you'd like to hear more of Claires adventures in submission I wil class that as one vote more..........
I wait everyone else's views and hear their votes as to what the wish.....
Bandit666

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by SkarekrowMLT » Sat Jul 22, 2017 10:27 pm

Pretty darn good, only read the the first post ,but I really like it, already want a follow-up.

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by bandit666 » Sun Jul 23, 2017 8:01 am

Thank you im pleased you liked it and thank you for a second vote for a follow up

### Re: Claire's submission m/f (final part posted)

Post by bandit666 » Mon Jul 24, 2017 10:07 pm

Umm well I have had two members say they'd like to read about Claires further adventures in submission but yet no-one else has come forward to say they'd like more......am I right to believe that the most don't wish for more