Giday! After reading a lot of really good stories over the years, and coming across a few really good ones on this site, I decided it was time to tell my own story. Some parts were "taken" from other peoples' work, and this is only because it mirrored my own experience and in no way was it meant to take away from theirs, take credit for anything, or infringe on their work or anything else of the sort, and I'm working on getting their permission for doing so. And for those peoples' work I did "borrow" from, I apologize ahead of time, and if there are any issues, you're more than welcome to contact me and I will do my very best to take those parts out and completely redo them on my own, if I haven't done so already.
Anyways, great big disclaimer: This story features lots of BDSM and while the acts in this story were all done safely and between consensual adults, it is by no means "soft core". There's nothing severe, mind you, but nonetheless it's with fair warning before you proceed any further...
Also, it's very, very long, so I'll be posting it in parts.
All that being said, enjoy!
PROLOGUE
I was 18 when I had my first real taste of what it was like to be a submissive. Before then, I had only experimented, mostly on my own; trying out little things here and there and experimenting some when I masturbated. I'd try to get my boyfriend to tie my wrists to the bedpost and spank me, but I could tell his heart was never really into it and I wanted more. On my own, I read books such as the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Anne Rice, but I could never find a willing partner to explore some of the topics discussed or the things that were portrayed in the books, so I was alone. Left to my fantasies as it were.
After returning home one day though, after I had finished a heavy session of Hot Yoga, I collapsed in a pile of sweat and exhaustion on my bed. Too tired to sleep and too exhausted to do anything else, I did what came naturally, and started rubbing myself between my legs with my fingers. I was incredibly horny, and rolled onto my side as the rubbing grew a little harder. I then sat up with a gleam in my eye and made my way toward my dresser, pulling out several items I had recently purchased; some padded handcuffs, a cloth gag, a large, black vibrator, and several other items before settling down back on the bed.
"God, what at a bod" I hissed, slapping my ass and talking as though I were someone else, someone who was in control, someone who was crude, primal and dangerous. "You need a good FUCK!" I continued, groping and kneading my breasts.
Jumping up on my knees, I cuffed my feet, then inserted the large plaything, which took a few erotically, agonizing minutes. I pulled a G- String up and into place, covering the toy and preventing it from escaping. I then then picked up a leather belt with several rings orbiting the outside and affixed it around my waist. Picking up the gag, I placed it over my mouth and tightened it around my head with more straps. The gag was a simple ball gag, which was held in place by a single strap in the back of my head.
After gagging myself, I cuffed my hands behind my back and to the ring on the back of the belt. I was now completely restrained and felt absolutely wonderful. With a dexterous click, I pressed the on button and lay back as the low hum of the vibrator began to build.
My naked, bound body surged and rolled about slowly as my mind raced with fantasies, sending waves of erotic stimulation through me as the vibrator added to the tension, slowly building its vibrations like it was designed to. Each thing I thought of was more shocking and exhilarating than the next, dreams of being placed into helpless submission. I rolled about moaning and surging as my climax grew closer and closer...
"MMMMMMmmmm!" I moaned under my gag and twisted around on the bed, still close but not quite ready yet to step over the edge to embrace the orgasm that was waiting. Reaching between my legs as best I could, I groped at the cord for the vibrator and fished the remote into my cuffed hands.
"Maybe a little higher..." I moaned, then winced as the low vibrations made me sweat with building sensation.
Suddenly, a never-before-felt-sensation of intense vibration shot through my pelvis, sending me bucking about in panic. Looking around so I could see the dial, I had accidently pegged it to the 10 mark. I normally enjoyed a heavy workout of 4. Bucking about on the bed and groaning from the now intense vibrations coming from between my legs, I went hog wild for an instant and the remote flew from my grasp to crash to the floor. It was now on its full 120 volt setting.
My hips rolled slowly and erotically as the toy drove me closer toward a now unwanted and uncontrollable climax. "Got to gett... itttt.... ouutttt," I thought, trying to hold back the flood. Soon I was frantically twisting about, struggling as the sensation from the vibrator began to overwhelm me and an instant later, I screamed uncontrollably as my climax nearly tore me apart.
My hips shot upward, pushing the mattress and box spring nearly off their frame and me to the floor. I rolled about on the heavy, double bed until it was a mess of blankets, pillows and stuffed toys. Being multi-orgasmic, I continued to violently pound my hips about as wave after wave forced me down again and again and panic filled my desperate mind as I knew too many climaxes like this would certainly dominate her.
It was some time later before I was able to roll off the bed to the floor, and another little while after that until I could find the keys to the cuffs and get out of my self-imposed bondage.
Dazed, I staggered from my bedroom some time later, clutching my pelvis just below my stomach and holding my head. It had been nearly two agonizing hours since I first knelt down on the bed and then spent the rest of the time almost helpless as the vibrator continued its relentless work. My only saving grace was the fact the toy was not designed to run at such a voltage and its poor internal workings had finally seized.
No worse for wear though, but I was a little "damaged" by the experience. At some point during the ordeal, the toy and the bondage had been too much and I had succumbed to its effects. The constant climaxes had pushed me over the edge, beyond my ability to cope or resist, and I was dominated for a time. I staggered about afterwards, my mouth hanging open and my eyes glazed over with a veil of haziness as I sauntered slowly into the living room. I dropped to my knees, unable to comprehend or care about anything. At that point I would have obeyed anyone without question, performed any act, allowed anything to happen to me. I collapsed utterly defeated.
An hour later, the oppressive sensation had lifted and I returned to the bedroom. "Can't ever let that happen again," I mumbled as I clutched my head. "I can't believe I lost to a vibrator," I winced as I picked up the now broken plastic toy, throwing it in the bin.
Chapter 1: How It All Began
I was 19 when it all really began, and believe it or not, it started with an ad in the newspaper, which read: "Obedient live-in maid wanted to service the needs of an upper class lady". How quaint.
It was a time in my life when I was still experimenting with things sexually, and I could read between the lines and understood what the subtext of the ad was really looking for; in other words, it was a normal ("vanilla") way of advertising "Mistress searching for a slave" but without really coming out and saying it. Besides whatever else the actual job would entail, I had just started university so I could really use the money, and I was pretty open sexually, so as nervous as I was dialling the number, I was also kind of excited too.
"Hello," a lady answered.
"Yes, my name is Sarah and I'm calling in reference to your job opening for a maid... is it still available?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, it is. Do you understand the key to this job is obedience?" the lady asked.
"Yes Ma'am, I understand. I have always been a very obedient worker and would love to work as your maid." Not a 'hard' worker, I told her, but an 'obedient' one. I knew this wouldn't be a normal job interview. It was a brief conversation, but we both knew what the other was talking about, without having to come out and say it, and we were on the same page as it were.
"Briefly describe yourself to me," the lady asked.