Susan's Descent

IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING:

All characters in this story are fictional and above 18

It is my beginning on this platform, and hence I ask all the readers to bear with me.

I have written it as a story, and it takes a while to get to the juicy part, but NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER IS JUST AN INTRODUCTION.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but any vile comments with no basis will be deleted.

2 months ago

Susan exited the courthouse, filled with relief. Her divorce was final, and she was no longer tied to her lazy ass of a husband.

Together officially for over 2 years, their marriage had stagnated, and Paul didn't take any steps to better himself, and never attuned himself to Susan's needs, both in and out the bedroom.

Her stale bedroom life she could have still made her peace with, the conservative and law-abiding dutiful wife that she was.

However, the recession had hit them hard, and Paul had been laid off a year ago. That year had been the most tumultuous of her whole life, having to shoulder the burden of their financial aspects solely on her shoulders.

Two weeks in, Paul had given up on finding another job, and a week later, had become a couch potato, glued to the TV screen, potato chips plastered all over his chin.

That image disgusted Susan as the days wore on, and it acted as the first catalyst.

It was not like their sex life was great before, but after he lost his income, he lost his image of himself as a man, and retreated into himself, not even having bothered to kiss Susan in a couple weeks.

Her mind made up, she realized after 6 months of suffering through it, that Paul's mind was broken, and nothing could change him for the better. She hired a divorce attorney, and within the span of the next 3 months, served him the notice.

Defeated, he didn't even bother to argue with her, and pleaded with her to keep the terms fair.

She agreed, that was her plan anyway, and 2 months later, they parted their ways and sold their house, with admirably no bloodshed and squabbling through the process.

She moved in to a small yet cozy studio in a central part of town, emboldened with her new position as Managing associate at her firm, and was initially happy with her life.

With time however, the allure wore off, and she despised getting back to an empty apartment, with her friends the only solace in her life.

One part affecting her the most was the lack of sex, and she made up her mind to go hunting for some dick every weekend.

Now coming to Susan, she was an absolute knockout.

A vision of graceful beauty and yet perpetually conveying a slutty posture, she had piercing eyes and high cheekbones. She worked out regularly, and it showed. While she was definitely a MILF, her luscious breasts, a 34 DD, had not sagged much, and her stomach was toned. Her plump ass was to die for, the result of intense booty workouts, and attracted gazes everywhere she went.

Blessed with fiery red hair, it cascaded down to her back, ending a couple inches above her delectable ass. She had big pouty lips, and only increased their appeal by lining them with a fuck-me intense crimson lipstick whenever she felt brave.

Still having a conservative outlook, Susan was completely unshaven in her pussy, and it was not even possible to see her huge lips anymore, engulfed with a wave of red hair that shone so bright, she could only wear dark underwear. It was quite literally a jungle down there, and she took pride in it, staying true to her society's norms.

She could stop a man dead in his tracks, and yet was unaware of it, her husband never taking care to appreciate her goodies.

As the months passed by, due to the lack of a powerful male figure in her life, particularly inside her tight cunt lips, she indulged herself in the world of porn, and in a couple of days, she was hooked.

Unaware to her, she was actually using it as an outlet to live her fantasies, and slowly she started getting more and more extreme video suggestions, bordering on violent domination and bondage, introducing her to the BDSM world.

She was lured further, and could now only come and release her juices when watching an extreme fetish video.

She was fully ensnared, and after her divorce, she had failed to sleep with even 1 man, and her needs were getting more intense by the day, masturbation the only relief in her life.

One sunny weekend, locked away in her room, fingering her swollen wet lips furiously for all she was worth, she came across a pop-up advert.

'Looking to spice up your life? Look no further, click here to realize your fantasies!' It entailed.

It was not the text that grabbed her attention, rather the watermark the words were splayed on.

It featured a picture of a beautiful brunette, intricately suspended by exotic looking ropes from the ceiling, hair tied up by the ropes, her face on the floor, and body raised up, almost in an upside-down position. It was a sadistic picture, and that wasn't even it.

Shockingly, there was a huge boot on her face, covering her entire cheek, pressed down hard, and it was attached to a muscular black man, whose hands held the thickest dildo Susan had seen yet, half of which was buried in the woman's pussy. The woman was helpless, and was captured licking his dirty boots, and it could clearly be ascertained that she was in the throes of her orgasm.

The brutal picture did it for Susan.

As if in control of a higher power, she clicked the button, and was re-directed to a portal that bore a simple message.

'Want to be like the woman in the picture? Be at this address at 8pm this Thursday, and don't you dare to wear anything under your outfit.'

She just about had enough time to read it before the message disappeared and she was faced with a black screen.

Excited, she was breathing heavily. Her mammoth breasts were heaving, her nipples the hardest they had ever been.

Having noted down the address mentally, the only question that remained was whether she would turn up.

In the short span of 2 months, she could never have imagined that she would be in such a situation, going to a random location to probably be shackled from a decrepit ceiling, naked and bound by a complete stranger, probably achieving an orgasm from her hopeless state.

Whatever she was thinking, for the first time, her pussy was making the decisions for her right now. She was so aroused her panties were soaked, and her juices had actually leaked out onto her bedsheets!

Grappling with her thoughts for the next couple of hours, she began to accept that how much ever she argued with herself, she knew she would be at the address tomorrow without fail, following the instructions devotedly.

The next day

Back from work 3 hours early, it was all she thought about the entire day sitting in her plush office, trying to revisit the site's link, with no success. She was looking forward immensely to what would transpire, it could even be a spoof, as were such links found on these kinds of websites.

2 hours later, it was 7pm, and she was all decked out.

Her hair looked lovely, her usually red frizzes straightened severely to reveal beautiful long lustrous red tresses, conveying a look of elegance. Lipstick tastefully done, her lips were a succulent red, brazenly slutty, and her blush had been applied just right, the shade complimenting her red hair well. She had chosen a dress, and as to why, it clearly showed.

Foregoing her closeted mindset, she opted for a fit 2 sizes too small for her, and it hugged her in all the right places, her humongous titties accentuated to the extent her nipples were clearly visible. Not that it was solely due to that, she was terribly excited, and her nips were the hardest they had ever been, and were so pointed they looked like they could cut glass.

She was currently reclining in her make up chair, and to her shock, her juices were again dripping down her leg in a steady stream, already having formed a sizeable puddle between her legs.

While realizing all this, the clock touched 7:20, and she decided to get moving.

Putting on her jacket since she was still too nervous to be spotted out in public just yet dressed like this, she slipped on her 5-inch fuck me heels, and strutted out the door, hailing a taxi.

Throughout the cab ride, she was racked with nervousness, fidgeting, her legs jittery all through, yet excited, with no clue as to what she would run into.

As the cab pulled into the address, while she had expected to be driven to a seedy part of town, instead, it was an industrial complex, and she was now in front of what appeared to be an empty warehouse.

Her rich black pupils half focused on the structure in front of her, she leaned forward to pay the driver, affording him way more than a generous view of her cleavage, spilling healthily out her top, and the effect of no bra on underneath had him practically drooling, struggling to rein in his boner.

Thanking him, her concentration elsewhere, she now faced the imposing building in front of her, and was in 2 minds about going in.

Her arousal now completely controlling her actions, she felt her legs walking up the staircase, and she opened the doors.

Walking in, she was pleasantly surprised to be received by a plush and ambient atmosphere, with a receptionist's desk neatly tucked away at the back end of the spacious entrance.

It was clearly designed to be anonymous, with no obvious logos or crests of any kind, or not even a company name, just taupe-colored walls, and a mysterious door to the right of the receptionist.

Mustering up her courage, she trotted up to the absolutely gorgeous receptionist, who looked more like a runway model than an office worker. Susan assumed she was a light skin, her skin complexion a light brown, clearly maintained with care, her long brown braids neatly clipped under her neck. Her attire was formal, yet tight enough to hint she may be more than just a secretary.

'Hi, my name is Susan, and I was told to be here at 8pm at this address today.'

'Hi Susan, who told you to be here again?' She inquired.

'Umm, it was on an advert I saw on a website yesterday.' She blushed.

'I see, which advert was this?' She continued, with a knowing smile.

'It asked me whether I wanted to spice up my life in the bedroom, if you know what I mean, and I decided to come here.' Her face crimson red, she could barely get her words out.

'Ah yes, then you are the right place, I actually already have you scheduled.

It is my duty to inform you of some basic foundational rules of our organization. Kindly listen to me fully without interrupting.

It is no coincidence that you are here in the first place. We are a slave trade organization, and are focused on attracting women who have certain mental inclinations to their attitude, who are willing to submit themselves occasionally to our demands. This warehouse is the training ground for initiations, and we select women like you to be indoctrinated into our way of life.

More details will be offered to you in the recent future, but till then, my words will have to suffice.

Any questions?' She sneered.

Floored to the ground, Susan was shocked. She had no clue what to say, and was rooted to the marbled floor. Her mind racing, she tried to inquire more.

'This slave arrangement, is it permanent, will I be plucked and kidnapped from my current life or something?'

'Like I said, only occasionally. You will lead a normal life, but this will act as your deviation, and during your time spent here, you will definitely not be in any control of what you do whatsoever, your actions dictated by others, surrendering control. If you are interested to find out more, you may proceed through the door.'

And just like that, the secretary was done, reverting her eyes back to her computer, and started typing away, no longer bothered with Susan, letting her take her time to decide.

Susan had no idea what to do. That door could be the path to realizing all her fantasies, or it could lead her to doom.

However, the past few months had been a revelation for her. She knew she needed this, and wanted to escape the monotone life she was currently tangled in.

Steeling herself, she strutted over to the door, flashing the secretary one last glance, before pushing the ivory doors open.

She came into another office, similar to the one she had been, except this time, there was a giant of a man behind the desk, and there was a chair in front of it, clearly meant for her, with a stack of papers residing on it.

'Hello Susan, please, seat yourself, we have some matters to discuss.' His white teeth flashed. He was really a handsome figure, exuding a genial outlook, yet jacked to the core.

Following his instructions, she took a seat, and waited for him to speak.

'The fact that you entered this room means that you heard all our secretary had to say, and wished to continue. Am I assuming that correctly, Susan?' He inquired, clearly wanting her consent every step of the way.

'Yes, I want to find out more about what I have gotten myself into, but may still opt out.'

'That's perfectly alright. I will now give you some more details.'

'You see Susan, I think you have already surmised that we are not really a typical industrial organization. From what Sheila told you outside, we recruit attractive yet inexperienced women such as you to fulfill our needs and demands. We cater to a society of well to do gentlemen who are dominants, and they of course, require a certain type of women to practice their crafts on. We are hoping that you are one of these women.

Feel free to ask me any questions, and in case you don't have any, you will be required to read and sign this contract, which makes it legally binding and impossible for you to divulge anything and sue us in the future.'

Gaping at his words, Susan had tons of questions running through her mind. For now, she decided to restrict herself to the most practical ones.

'Yes, I do have a few questions. What exactly will I have to do if I become a member of your society?'

'Well, Susan, simply put, you will become a slave for hire. We are a straight club, with clearly segregated roles, our men are the dominants, and women, their slaves. Since it is a society, you will not be anyone's property, imagine it as a rotation of sorts, where each new session you will be passed between various masters.

Let me make something else clear to you as well. We don't expect you to start immediately, and you won't either. The women we desire need to be trained, and should be accustomed to the highest degrees of pain, humiliation, and bondage, among many others.

If you choose to accept our proposition, we will commence an initiation program for you, the duration of which you will be eased into your tasks and what is expected of you.

To elaborate, you will be tied, suspended, whipped, spanked, will have your anal virginity taken, and many more such acts.

We understand how this could be daunting, but the terms are clearly explained in the contract, and you can read through it right now at your own leisure, and if you decide to sign it, there can be no going back.

I feel like I have explained myself pretty well, are there any more queries from your side?'

Quickly making up her mind, she decided that she needed this extreme change in her life.

'One more. Will my time here affect my normal life?'

'We only have sessions on the weekends, if that's what you mean. Mentally speaking, I think it most definitely will affect you, but it's nothing that you won't be able to handle.'

'Alright, can I read the contract now?'

'Yes please, I will leave the room until you are done, press this lever to call me back in when you are done.' He said, pointing to a red button to her right.

Saying so, he crisply stood up, and retreated where she had entered, leaving her alone to make her decision.

Her heels shaking, she pondered over the contract, and noticed it contained very simple English, and mostly said exactly what he had relayed to her as well.

Reading it thoroughly for 5 more minutes, finding no possible irregularities, she pressed the button.

Back in the next instant, Jake walked over to her, pen in hand.

Taking it from him, she inked her signature on it, bound to the contract now whether she liked it or not.

'I'm glad you signed it, Susan. Many normal women hesitate since after all, you still know virtually nothing, but we only initiate special types of women, and this is the first step to proving yourself.

Now, like I said, we will commence an initiation program for you, but only after we are satisfied with your appearance. Looking at you, you are stunning, and it takes all my willpower to not bend you over right now and fuck the living daylight out of you. But there are many aspects to your appearance that go far beyond what you look like right now. We need to choose proper attire for the sessions, and make sure that you are groomed well in your private parts as well, most importantly. You are our slave now, after all.

You will go back outside, take a right, and enter the door that lies there. You will receive further instructions, but safe to say, you will probably be busy for a long time tonight. Are you free for that time duration?'

'Yes, it's a Friday night, so I don't have to be at work tomorrow.'

Coming up to her, and in the first physical contact ever at this facility, he roughly grabbed her throat, and gave her bubbly ass 2 hard slaps, leaving a handprint on her dress.

'This is not even a taste of what you will be subjected to, but I wanted a feel of the goodies before sending your slutty little ass on the way.' He growled, all pretense of patience and geniality having vanished in an instant.

Mock slapping her on her cheek one last time, he walked back to his seat, dismissing her.

Staying in place for a few seconds to grapple with what just happened to her, she could feel her excretions along her fleshy thighs, affirming what she believed now. She had handed herself over and was fully looking forward to being in the control of someone else.

Sheepishly smiling at him, she walked out the door, finding the door on her right, and opened the mahogany doors. Everything was tastefully furnished, she now realized. A truly elegant location cleverly concealed in the run-down area.

She ushered herself into what seemed to be a salon, with a salon chair propped in front of a regal mirror, with all the corresponding equipment.

There was another piece though. A piece of eye candy. Tall and slender, a very elegant man approached her, introducing himself as Tom, taking her hands to shower a few kisses.

Dressed in a crisp Italian suit, he weirdly seemed in accordance with this posh salon, hair smoothed back and a naughty charm to his aura.

'Hi there, Susan, you are as lovely as Claudia said you would be, even more so.

Do you know what you're here for?'

'I think so, I was told you would take care of my appearance.' She managed to say, still blushing furiously.

'Yes, and as you may see, I am an expert at my craft.

Please, take a seat.' He said, waving to the chair.

'As you have joined a special community such as ours, there are certain procedures to be followed until you are presented in front of your masters. And these, of course, will have twists to them.' He continued mysteriously.

'Regarding your appearance, we do have an agenda of tasks to be completed, and we will start from head down. First, we take care of your hair. I like your current look, but from an experienced set of eyes, I can see that it is not naturally straight, and while you did a good job straightening it, I can still see some frizzy curls trying to escape. I will make your hair wavy, and your silky red tresses will definitely turn eyes wherever you go.'