"Are you truly willing to submit to anything? If so, keep reading."
Molly stopped reading at that point as she felt a gush of liquid warmth between her legs. Her cunt was gushing as she re-read the header of the internet ad. She fantasized endlessly about submitting, about giving up control of her body to another, but had never dared to try it. Maybe it was time. It was at least time to continue reading.
"Now that you have decided to look further, we must first applaud your courage. Not everyone will even think about giving up control of their life – or at least their body and its urges – but you are. Thinking about it. Thinking hard about it, we bet!"
The words were innocent, but then how come Molly's nipples were hard and aching? Already naked, she took her right hand and began to caress her left breast. At 38DD, it was more than just a handful, and the soft flesh seemed electric as she rubbed it. Grabbing her nipple, she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, gasping as the pressure and pain sent shocks to her pussy.
"We are looking for a submissive woman. For one night – and maybe for more. That will depend on you, of course. You will join us for an evening. We will see that you are completely prepared, and then you will be used. Bound, helpless and used. Over and over. No pain will be applied. Just restraints. You will have no say – you will be ours to use."
Her left hand now grabbed at the distended nipple of her other boob and squeezed. Hard. She gasped at the jolt of electricity that seemed to run from her hands to her tits to her cunt. Without even touching her pussy or her clit she came! As the shocks of her body clenching and unclenching resolved into a blissful aura, she knew she had to respond. She took another look at the ad.
"Stand before a mirror, naked. Display all your assets and take pictures. Send them to adultgames@dom.com and we will consider your offer to serve."
Before she could stop herself, Molly stood up and went to her full-length mirror with her phone. Spreading her legs slightly, her pussy was visible and her big boobs hung on her chest. They didn't droop but were low slung globes of pale flesh, crowned by dark areolae and her large, prominent nipples. She tossed her head and that bared one shoulder. With her mouth slightly open, she began to take pictures. She held one boob, then the other. She lay them both on an arm and lifted them. She spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and snapped pictures with the other.
Molly was no skinny thing. Her thighs were thick. Her waist was wide. She had a layer of flesh on her like a mature woman. While she might normally have been self-conscious (like at the beach), for the moment she didn't care. She was going to be shameless and available, so every inch needed to be shown. She turned around and leaned forward, pushing her rounded ass towards the mirror and taking pictures over her shoulder. She parted her ass cheeks and displayed the rosebud of her hole. Her pussy lips were visible and she captured them on film. Finally, she bent over, spread her legs wide and took pictures through her legs that showed her big boobs hanging, her pussy glistening with moisture and her taught asshole. By the time she was done she had to stop and take out her rabbit vibrator and apply it to her clit, coming hard over and over with the sheer wanton naughtiness of it all.
Once she'd returned from that dreamy post-orgasmic state, she started through the photos and on first pass removed any that were less than perfect. Blurred shots were deleted. Off-center poses were gone. Finally, she had a portfolio of her as available, submissive slut for offer, and nervously sent them all off to the email address from the ad, adding her note:
"Hello. I came multiple times just reading your ad. I don't usually like showing off my naked body, but it's not mine. It's yours if you want me. I'm not virginal – at 37 I've had many lovers and I've done anything they wanted. But to be restrained and used seems the ultimate thrill. I've dreamed of it for years. I'm going to have to go masturbate again and again as I wait for your answer. Take me! Use me! Signed, Molly." She added her email address and her mobile number and pressed send, committing herself to whatever came of it.
Then, true to her word, she once again pressed her vibrator up to her clit and turned it on until she came repeatedly.
It was a nerve-wracking 24 hours until she saw an answering email in her inbox. During that time she'd cleaned the house, done the laundry, and even gone grocery shopping in an attempt to burn off her nerves. Of course, she did all of that with a vibrating dildo deep in her pussy and a butt plug filling her ass. It took something to leave the house that way, and something else again to enter a grocery store, wondering if anyone could tell; feeling on the verge of cumming the entire time. As she stood in the checkout line she felt an orgasm wash over her and held on tightly to the handles of the cart. At least a few of the people in the lines gave her a knowing smile – like somehow, they knew from experience.
Opening the email, it was as if they had been spying on her!
"How many times did you cum while waiting for our answer? We are sure it was more than once! Did you rely on your hand – or did you fill your ass with a butt plug and your cunt with a vibrator? Did reading those sentences shock you? Surprise you? Make you think we were watching? Of course it did! We've done this before. We know you and, while you will be ours to use, you will be thrilled and fulfilled by it all!"
Molly turned up the speed on the vibrator and fingered her clit as she continued to read.
"Your pictures were lovely! We see someone we can tease and bind up, someone we can make our toy and receptacle, someone who will find out what it means to exist to give pleasure to others and, in turn, derive pleasure. We see a submissive slut about to become ours! You, Molly, are to come to 759 Maisonette Avenue at 6PM on Saturday – tomorrow. Dress any way you wish – you will be naked soon enough – and be prepared for the night of your life! Since you are undoubtedly playing with yourself as you read this, allow one final orgasm then refrain from any sexual activity until you arrive. Signed, Lois and Greg."
As she read the message and gave in to the thoughts about what it might be, she once again reached orgasm. Withdrawing all the toys inside her, she fell back on the couch and dozed. Waking, she cleaned the butt plug and the vibrator and put them away, then poured herself a drink and fell asleep, naked, anticipating her adventure.
Saturday was filled with her usual activities – getting up, checking email, reading the paper, going for her daily two mile walk, spending time outside in the garden and so forth. She did her best to keep her mind off sex and the evening's adventure. After a nap in the afternoon, she took a shower, trimmed her pubes, and made sure she was nakedly presentable before applying makeup and then getting dressed. Her pussy was moist in anticipation, and she wondered if anyone could catch a whiff of her scent – then realized it didn't matter. She was a slut-about-to-be, and if she smelled like a cheap whore then so much the better.
She got in her car and drove to the address she'd been given, trying to get there early without appearing anxious. As she turned into the driveway, she gasped as she took in the property she was about to visit. It really was a mansion! It had grounds – hedges and shrubbery and massive green lawns – and multiple stories and a vast parking area.
There was a detached, multi-car garage, and the entire place was like something from a magazine. After parking, she got out and approached the front door. She didn't see a doorbell and was debating about knocking when the double doors opened wide.
