Susan Finds a Dom - The Munch
I woke up to the soft clinking of the chains that connected my wrist and ankle cuffs. I have already learned to love the sound of the chains and the feel of the cuffs restraining my body. I reached down to find my cunt already wet as I started my morning edging. Recalling my orgasms the night before, a reward from Sir for pleasing him with my behavior the day before, I quickly reached the edge. I licked and sucked my cunt juice from my fingers and rolled out of bed.
Master had given me new directions last night, a new morning routine. I crawled to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, removed my collar and cuffs and rubbed the red marks where the cuffs had been. Master's new directions were to give myself a 2 quart Castile soap enema every morning after my bowel movement. I checked the water temperature, added the cap full of soap to the bag and filled it with the warm water. Hanging the bag on the shower rod, I lubed the plug and inserted it into my ass. I opened the enema bag valve and felt the warm water begin to fill me.
I didn't know what to expect, this was my first enema ever. A warmth started to fill my belly as the bag started to empty. Once the bag was about half empty the pressure in my belly started to grow and become uncomfortable. The lecher at the pharmacy had told me I might not be able to take it all the first few times, so when it reached a point of almost pain, I shut off the valve and removed the plug from my ass.
I wasn't sure that I would be able to hold it, but Master had told me to hold it while I showered and shaved. I took my shower and removed the stubble from my legs, pits and cunt. As I shaved it occurred to me how quicky my breasts and vagina had become tits and cunt, and how quickly my life had changed since I approached Master on-line.
By the time I finished in the shower, the pain in my belly had subsided. I still felt very full and really needed to release the enema. I sat back on the toilet and was amazed at how much came out of my ass, disgusting.
I dressed for my day working from home, a leather collar and a pair of four inch heels. In the short time Master had me wearing them I had become quite stable on them and had no more issues wearing them constantly around the apartment. A quick breakfast and time to check mail and start work.
Master had told me to put my suction bottom dildo on my office chair. I would spend my workday impaled on that device. As usual anymore, my cunt was so wet no lube was required as I eased myself down the length of the toy. I rocked back and forth enjoying the feeling of the penetration as I checked my overnight messages and mail.
There was a reminder from my boss about the new client requirements we had discussed. Nothing new from Master. I opened the project I was working on and compared the program against the new client requirements. It looked like about three modules would need to be redone. I messaged John and Jerry two members on my team about what I had found and what I thought needed to be done. Jerry came back a bit later, with two more required changes that I had missed. John followed a short time later agreeing with me and Jerry.
A PM from John popped up right after I got the team message. "Would you like to go to a munch Wednesday night?"
"What is a munch?" was my quick reply.
"A munch is where a small group of lifestyle people get together at a restaurant to eat and share. A chance to meet and talk with people on the same road that you have taken."
When I had shown up for work dressed as Master directed, John had taken note of my unusual dress, heels and collar and correctly assumed I had a new Dom. He had also shared over lunch that he was himself a Dom and had been for several years. He was now asking if I wanted to join him and others out in public. My immediate reaction was "Hell No!, but I messaged John back telling him I would have to think about it.
John came back, "Think about it and discuss it with your new Dom. Let me know what he says."
I sent a message to Sir telling him that John had invited me to a munch and I was pretty sure I didn't want to go.
After that discussion I wasn't ready to concentrate on work, so I got up, licked and sucked the dildo clean and crawled to in front of my mirror. I knelt there as master had instructed, back straight, shoulder back, chest out, knees spread, hips rolled forward to present my, no Sir's cunt. My hand went to Sir's cunt, two fingers in deep finding the g spot, rubbing it, withdrawing across my clit and up to my lips to be licked and sucked dry, then repeating the cycle. My other hand went to my nipples, pinching pulling and twisting, each time a little harder. My eyes watched myself in the mirror as I rose to the edge and then rode the edge. I had no permission to cum, so I adjusted my pace to stay on and ride the edge. I finally had to stop to avoid the forbidden orgasm and the punishment that would follow, a clothespin on my clit.
I licked my fingers clean one more time and crawled to the kitchen for a fresh cup of tea. I carried it back to my desk, impaled my cunt on my dildo, and noticed a reply from Sir. He didn't direct me to go to the munch but said I should go to meet others "like me" and to see if I might find the local community supportive and helpful in my submission.
Submission, that phrase caused me to consider the changes since I had contacted an on-line Dom, my Sir, my Master. The obvious external physical changes: the collar around my neck, the heels on my feet, my naked body sitting on a dildo at my workstation, the cuffs and chains I slept in, my clothing restrictions, short skirts, no bras, no panties, naked at home, and the new plugs. Those were the external visible changes.
The internal mental, emotional, and physical changes were equally profound. I was always wet, a manifestation of my constant arousal, my near constant sexual need. But on a deeper level I was calm, satisfied. I was happy1 My constant anxiety and frustration was gone. I was submissive, and more importantly I was someone's submissive. The stress caused by the disconnect between who I really was and who I thought I was no longer existed. I had heard the phrase before but now I understood finding your freedom in submission.
The realization sent a warm glow through my body and a deep sigh of contentment. It warm glow was helped of course by the fact that I had been rocking on my dildo for a good fifteen minutes without consciously thinking about it.
I note from my boss asking how the changes were coming brought me back to reality. I sent a note back to him that the team had determined what changes were necessary and we were working on those adjustments. A half-truth, but I couldn't tell him I had been edging instead of working.
With that reminder I got to work on the required modifications. I checked in occasionally with my two teammates to coordinate changes and to keep us all on track. I did PM John that I would attend the munch and to please send me the details.
By the end of the day, I noticed a change. Whenever I sent or got a message from John, even though work related, my cunt clenched on the dildo. WTF, I've worked with John for five years, why now? We had worked together but no contact outside of work. He had always been attractive, both physically and the aura/presence that he carried himself with, and he was wicked smart. But it had never been more than a friend at work. But now, just a message made my cunt react. We joke about men having their brains in their pants, but apparently, I do too.
About an hour later than normal we agreed that enough progress had been made with the program to stop for the day.
I found the next sized larger butt plug, lubricated it and my ass and slowly worked it into my ass. It stung a bit before sliding into place. A full feeling, not nearly like the morning enema but I was constantly aware that it was there. A finger length skirt, a blouse unbuttoned down to the nipple line and shorter heels and I was dressed to leave the house.
I stopped by a larger exercise clothing store to see what acceptable options they might have. I was looking at yoga pants when a young sales lady asked if I needed any help. I explained my camel toe issue. She nodded and led me over to another rack. "These really show off your butt, and have an extra piece in the front that minimizes your issue. I took a pair to try on and on my way to the dressing room passed the sports bras. A bandeau model caught my eye. It had minimal coverage and was so thin and stretchy, support would be minimal, but was interesting. I grabbed one to try on too.
I stepped out of the dressing room to check it out in the mirror. The yoga pants reminded me of an old bra commercial, it definitely "lifted and separated" My ass looked amazing. Most importantly there was only a bit of camel toe, not the obvious show of my other pants. From the looks and whistle of the two young men waiting for someone in the dressing room I apparently wasn't the only one who thought so. The bandeau top covered my breasts but that was about it. The lack of support wasn't an issue unless I wore it jogging, but my now constantly erect nipples were quite evident through the thin elastic fabric. Hopefully Sir will accept it as a substitute for the white t-shirt that went transparent with sweat last time.
As I stepped out of the dressing room after changing back, I met one of the two young men who had appreciated my fashion show earlier. He was carrying the same outfit I had back to is ladies dressing room for her to try on. I took that as a vote of confidence for my new outfit.
I also checked out swimsuits and found a one piece racing suit that I would never have worn before, unlined, high leg cutouts that covered just enough of my ass to get away with at the gym., and low arm cutouts that tended to flash side boob if I moved wrong. If Sir wanted to show off my body this was the suit. I debated on the cover up to go with it but decided Master would not like my attempt at modesty.
With my new suit I headed for the gym for a swim. I found a quiet corner of the dressing room. Still a bit nervous about my shaved naked cunt. There were two other ladies in the same area and I couldn't help but notice that they both had pierced nipples. Master had mentioned that I might be pierced. I wanted to ask what they felt like but was too shy to approach either one in the locker room.
The suit felt good when I put it on. But after I showered, I passed a mirror and the wet suit was plastered like a second skin to my body. It showed every curve and especially my now always erect nipples, my ass, and my shaved cunt. I started to run back to the dressing room, but thoughts of disappointing Master stopped me and forced me to walk with head high into the pool area. All the lanes were full, but one lane had only one swimmer and he seemed to be swimming at about my pace. I waited till he was at the other end of the pool to slip into the pool and start doing my laps. As I kept passing him going the other way every lap I couldn't help but notice the broad shoulders and that he was wearing a skimpy speedo, that he filled It out nicely. I also noticed that when we passed on each lap, he skipped a breath and checked me out. The old me would have freaked at the attention, the new me timed my strokes to give him the best views of my body. He finished before I did and stayed standing in the lane at the end of the pool. Each time I approached him I got a very good look at a set of abs and a well filled out Speedo.
When I finished my laps he was still standing there, "cooling off from his workout." The new me stood up next to him and chatted as he not too discreetly checked out me in my skin tight swimsuit while I checked out his abs, pecs and got lost in his deep blue eyes. He finally asked if I would like to join him for a drink. I told him that I couldn't tonight, but if he met me in the lobby we could share numbers. He smiled and accepted that offer, I watched him pull himself out of the pool in one easy motion and watched his incredibly tight ass as he walked to the locker room. I hurried to the locker room for a quick shower and change. As I showered, I reached back and discovered that I still had the plug in my ass, I had forgotten all about it. How quickly I was learning to adjust.
